Jiang Nanchu walked behind them, keeping a little distance, because since they mentioned her, it showed that they might recognize themselves.

As soon as he turned out of the corridor, Jiang Nanchu saw Fu Zekai waiting in the rest area, and just wanted to walk over, he saw the woman in front of him eagerly running over, recognizing each other enthusiastically, Fu Zekai obviously didn't know them or didn't remember them, after being stunned for a moment, he nodded and smiled with the two ladies very gentlemanly, and handed over the business card at their request, said goodbye politely to the two ladies and gentlemen, and accepted the reluctant gaze of the two ladies.

Jiang Nanchu smiled, their actions were quite her style back then, but now she won't, if she sees a school grass-level figure on the street that she knows, and the other party doesn't know her, she will definitely just pay silent attention and then float by.

After they walked out of the door, Jiang Nanchu slowly rubbed out.

"Have you seen enough?" Fu Zekai asked with a smile.

"America is a great place to be. Jiang Nan first reported that it was a hot land, and was twisted by Fu Zekai's face, "Do you like it?"

"No need, born under the red flag and grown up in the sunshine of socialism, how can you worship the foreign and flattering the outside?" Jiang Nanchu slapped his hand away, although he was smiling, he was still a little angry. They were married, and few people knew about it, and this kind of situation of hiding in the golden house made her feel that she should be sneaky in everything.

"Just now the masseur said that you have a slight cervical spondylosis, and you will come often in the future. Fu Zekai grabbed her and took her out.

When I walked to the door, I saw that the two ladies were taking a taxi, and when I saw Fu Zekai and Jiang Nanchu, I immediately stopped the topic.

Fu Zekai generously introduced: "My wife, Jiang Nanchu, everyone is from the same school, they should have met." ”

The two ladies choked and were dumbfounded. Jiang Nanchu smiled and said hello, the two of them immediately restrained their choked expressions, laughed a few times, the taxi rescued the scene in time, and the two quickly got into the car and left.

"Do you know the story of Cinderella?" Jiang Nanchu sat next to Fu Zekai and asked.

"What's Cinderella?"

Jiang Nanchu shook his head and continued to ask, "What about Snow White?"

Fu Zekai looked at the documents on his phone and didn't answer positively, "Li Qiang, do you know?"

"Mr. Fu, Cinderella is Ci

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Ella, Snow White is S

ow White。 Li Qiang changed the ball into an imported jacket and kicked it back to Fu Zekai.

"Oh~ It turns out that their Chinese names are quite good. Fu Zekai smiled.

Jiang Nan was speechless, don't turn your head and don't look at him, Fu Zekai smiled and stopped talking.

Before going to bed at night, Jiang Nanchu was still entangled, waiting for Fu Zekai to lie beside her, she climbed on his waist, and she was already familiar with each other for several months.

"Are you tired today?" he asked, running her hair.

"After Cinderella marries the prince, without the strong backing of her mother's family, will she be discriminated against and bullied in the palace? Although Snow White is a princess, her mother's family no longer wants her, and even wants to kill her. ”

"What? Lately, I've been doing dialectics? The endings of the fairy tales are clearly written, and they have lived happily ever after. Fu Zekai reached under Jiang Nanchu's armpits with both hands, dragged her to her side like a child, and let her lie down.

"That's just YY, you know?"

“YY”

"It's just speculation, and the reality is very cruel. Jiang Nanchu suddenly remembered what Coke had told her, Fu Zekai and Jiang Nanchu were not on the same channel, indicating that they had a serious generation gap.

"Whether they are happy or not depends on how the prince treats them, and the future king is their husband, and with the love of the king, what dare the so-called servants or relatives?

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"Fu Zekai reached out and touched her eyes, telling her to close them, as if coaxing a child who questioned the bedtime story.

When she was a teenager, she lacked trust in the beauty of fairy tales, he didn't understand at that time, a girl who grew up in the care of a superior family, why is it more practical than other girls, he didn't like it before, she has experienced the vicissitudes of life, and now she asks this kind of question, but it only makes his heart ache.