Shao Qing watched quietly for a while, then lowered his head: "Really?"

She still didn't believe the man's words.

Fu Nanxing is a businessman, and he must have a plan for running over to her.

But she also has a plan for him, and the two of them calculate each other, depending on who is the best player.

Shao Qing's eyelashes curled, he reached out and took the cup of milk tea, removed the straw, and inserted it into the plastic seal.

Most of these are bought casually from bubble tea shops near the school, and the tea and milk flavor are not heavy, but the sweetness goes straight to the throat.

Shao Qing pursed his lips, put the milk tea back on the shelf, covered his lips and sighed: "Mr. Fu, you don't understand girls." ”

She propped her chin and looked over: "This kind of high-calorie thing, most girls don't want to drink it at night." ”

Fu Nanxing really didn't know about it.

He was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously handed over the mango mille-feuille in his hand: "Then you eat this-"

Halfway through his speech, he realized what a stupid thing he had said.

Fu Nanxing withdrew his hand, put the cake on the shelf, and coughed lightly: "It's me who didn't think it through." ”

Shao Qing laughed: "There is nothing inconsiderate. ”

She winked at Fu Nanxing, her eyes bent, and she smiled at him: "After all, on his birthday, the birthday star is the biggest." ”

Shao Qing gently pushed the milk tea forward, and his voice was slightly soft: "Mr. Fu, happy birthday." ”

Fu Nanxing's wrist stiffened slightly.

He froze for half a second, then withdrew his hand, lowered his eyebrows, and said, "Thank you—"

Fu Nanxing stopped for a while, Shao Qing's name hovered around his mouth for half a minute, and he didn't shout hard, just turned his head and said with a smile: "Thank you, Miss Shao." ”

His expression was very obscure, and he looked surprised and forbearing.

Shao Qing looked at him for a while, but believed his statement that no one had celebrated his birthday before.

The night was too good, Fu Nanxing's appearance was too good, and his expression was too soft, Shao Qing couldn't help but pity him a little.

She thought for a moment and took the bag to her lap: "I didn't know it was your birthday, and I didn't prepare a gift." ”

Shaoqing opened the schoolbag, took out a notebook, tore off a page of white paper, took out a pen, and sketched a Q version of the character in three or two.

With a big head and a short body, he looks like a little boy and has a birthday cake in front of him with the words "Happy Birthday" written on it.

Shao Qing stuffed the paper over: "It's a bit perfunctory." ”

She smiled, "But it's a birthday present, isn't it?"

The car had stopped in front of Shao's house, Shao Qing glanced at Fu Nanxing, and then raised his hand to open the car door: "I'm home." ”

She hugged her schoolbag and jumped out of the car: "Goodbye, Mr. Fu." ”

The car door was slammed shut, and Shao Qing's figure quickly disappeared into the night.

Fu Nanxing pinched the paper in his hand, lowered his eyebrows and looked at it tenderly for a while, then lowered his head and kissed the paper gently.

His voice was half dumb: "Qingqing." ”

The driver didn't know what was going on in the back seat.

While starting the car, he asked with some confusion: "Mr. Fu, is your birthday today?"

Fu Nanxing laughed: "This is my birthday, I want it to be which, it is the day." ”

While starting the car, he asked with some doubts: "Mr. Fu, is your birthday today?" He started the car and asked with some doubts: "Mr. Fu, is your birthday today?"

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Fu Nanxing: I want her feelings and covet her body