Shao Qing got into Fu Nanxing's car.

The Maybach is remodeled, the back seat is comfortable and spacious, with a mango mille-feuille on the middle shelf, and a cup of milk tea.

The dessert and milk tea are unopened, and they look very tempting when put together.

Shao Qing was a little surprised.

Fu Nanxing doesn't look like a person with a sweet tooth.

She closed her gaze, turned her head to look at Fu Nanxing, and asked gently, "What is the matter with Mr. Fu looking for me?"

Fu Nanxing turned sideways and showed a shallow smile to Shao Qing: "I was stuffed with these two gadgets." ”

He pointed to the mango mille-feuille and milk tea, and bowed slightly: "I don't like sweets, I want to ask Miss Shao to help solve them." ”

Shaoqing felt that Fu Nanxing was playing with her.

She looked at the mango mille-feuille in silence for a while, then looked up at Fu Nanxing, and shouted slowly, "Mr. Fu?"

If Fu Nanxing had told her that he had gone to great lengths to find her just to let her eat this dessert and drink this cup of milk tea, she might have lifted the plastic seal of this milk tea and splashed this cup of milk tea on his face.

Fu Nanxing was keenly aware of the unkindness in Shao Qing's tone.

The tip of his tongue lightly touched the root of his teeth, and then he bent his eyebrows and smiled: "Funny Miss Shao." ”

"These are snacks that I brought to Miss Shao along the way. Fu Nanxing chuckled: "It was used to bribe Miss Shao." ”

"As for the favor I want Miss Shao to help—" His tone dragged on again, and the gorgeous tail note was hidden in the night, with a little bit of gentleness: "I just want to ask Miss Shao to stay with me for a while." ”

Shao Qing raised his eyebrows with a smile.

She was about to speak, but Fu Nanxing suddenly lowered her eyebrows, her delicate eyelashes also drooped, and her voice was a little lighter: "My birthday today." ”

Fu Nanxing tilted his head and looked out the window: "My parents died early, and I am not good at socializing, so I don't have many friends. ”

He whispered, "No one congratulated me on my birthday today. ”

Fu Nanxing's lips pursed slightly.

His head was lowered, the broken hair on his forehead hung down a little messily, his eyelashes were long, covering most of his pupils, and the darkness of the night made him even more lonely.

Fu Nanxing took the mango mille-feuille, pressed his slender fingers to the lid, and with a slight flick of his fingertips, he removed the transparent plastic box outside: "This cake-"

He took the matching plastic fork, forked a small piece of cake, and lowered his head to take a bite.

Fu Nanxing turned his head and looked at Shaoqing: "I bought it for myself." ”

He had a little cream on his lips, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes were half-tucked, and he looked so soft that it was exciting.

Shao Qing looked at Fu Nanxing hesitantly.

She actually didn't believe Fu Nanxing's rhetoric.

He holds the Nanqing enterprise in his hand, and his wealth has poured over most of China, and there are countless people who want to please him - and his birthday is the easiest time to please.

It is impossible that no one remembers his birthday.

Fu Nanxing saw Shao Qing's expression.

His eyelashes twitched slightly, then he stretched out the tip of his tongue a little, licked the cream off his lips little by little, and then whispered, "I looked around my address book." ”

The tip of his tongue is slightly powdery, creamy and snow-white, lined together, mixed with ambiguity and innocence, and looks particularly seductive.

Fu Nanxing smiled, his gaze fell lightly on Shao Qing, and his expression was a little apologetic: "I don't know what's going on, so I came to find you." ”