Shen Zhu's crooked reasoning is the Tao, Fu Po is probably also deserting, but she quickly came back to her senses and asked, "If it's not desertion, but has already made some substantive moves that affect the classroom?"

Shen Zhu was clear in his heart, like a mirror: "It depends on what kind of student and what kind of teacher it is."

"If it's a good student, then he's really made a big mistake, then make up for it with ten class firsts. However, if he encounters a very strict teacher who insists on suspending him or even expelling him from school, then he can only consider himself unlucky.

"If it's a bad student, it's worse. No matter how good-tempered the teacher is, he can't bear it, and it is estimated that the suspension of class is the lightest, and eighty percent of them have to be suspended. If he doesn't repent and has a bad attitude, he will be expelled from school. ”

Fu Po's eyes brightened, and he didn't get too red: "Then there are no students who don't desert?"

"Almost nothing. Shen Zhu pulled Fu Po's white hand and shook his head.

Fu Po's eyes darkened a little more: "Then how can we make students less deserted?"

"The teacher was good enough. Shen Zhu replied, "Let's eat at home, your father won't come back at noon today." ”

When it came to eating, Fu Po temporarily forgot about the student's desertion: "Okay." ”

But love can not be discussed, money cannot be left unearned.

After eating, she still had to go back to work at the Fu Group, honestly be her vice president, and at the right time contain in the cradle the terrible idea of the assistant she was eager to try and want to replace her tomorrow.

Have lunch together?

To hell with it.

Of course, Lu Mugang called, but Fu Po didn't answer.

He saw his bedroom being turned over, and probably knew that Fu Po had found out about it. Everyone knows that don't tear your face, otherwise it's too ugly.

So he only made two phone calls.

A good student? Of course, Lu Mugang is a good student. Handsome, golden, isn't that enough?

Fu Po patted his head. Fu Po, Fu Po, what are you struggling with?

Fu Po thought about it, but felt that he was too nitpicky.

But when did she become so humble? She is also the eldest lady of the Fu family, why should the famous people in the city be bothered about such a trivial matter?

She didn't eat much at noon, so she hurried back to the Fu Group. She decided to turn her grief and anger into motivation, seriously do the project to make money, earn 300 million as soon as possible, and redeem her dignity.

But she was still too naïve.

She sat in her office, and she felt sorry for the window when she closed the blinds.

Unable to concentrate at all.

Even what she is best at watching small games is that she plays one game and loses one game.

Looking at the time in the lower right corner of the computer screen, it was finally 17:00, and she could usually get off work at this point. Fu Po really didn't want to stay in this office anymore, so he picked up the bag for a minute and went directly to the underground garage to get her red 8888.

The car was halfway down the road when she realized that she was subconsciously driving in the direction of King's Landing.

Forget it, it's almost there, she better go back to No. 1 Lu Mansion. As if she hadn't seen anything today, none of this had happened.

She parked her car in the courtyard and realized that the large building had been decorated. Maybe it was already yesterday, but she didn't pay attention.

Double Happiness is plastered on the doors and windows.

This must be Grandpa Lu's thoughts.

Thinking of Grandpa Lu, as well as Lu Han and Chang Pingping, she couldn't help but feel warm in her heart. They are all genuinely good to her, and maybe they can really be the same as their family, or closer than their family.

However, she was still very unproductive, she couldn't control herself, and couldn't help but think of Lu Mugang.

Probably getting along with him day and night these days, this is a normal physiological reaction.

She walked into the kitchen and wanted to find something to cushion and dinner would be settled. Take out the milk from the refrigerator and warm it up before opening the cupboard.

The cupboard is lined with potato chips of various flavors.

Fu Po only felt that he couldn't see through him more and more.

Seeing that there was still a half-opened bottle of red wine in the cupboard, she took it and looked at it, Spanish, she didn't recognize.

When you unscrew the cap and smell it, the aroma is pure, with a faint blackberry flavor and a slight tobacco flavor.

Her nose is working too much today, and now she smells the aroma of good wine, which is simply intoxicating.

She suddenly remembered that she had seen Lu Mugang's wine cellar yesterday. This casual bottle in the closet is such a top quality. Aren't the ones on the glass cabinets in his cellar......

The amount of wine is very large. She decided to use the act of drinking to make Lu Mugang feel her terrifying strength and amazing ability.

The cellar is really large, and you can smell the faint aroma of fermented grapes sealed in the bottles. Fu Po's eyes were poisonous, and at a glance he saw Romanée Conti in the top row.

1997, a good year. Coincidentally, Fu Po was born in 1997. Then God destined this good bottle of wine to be Fu Po.

There is a bar next to the wine cellar.

Fu Po opened the bottle of wine, which was as old as her, and poured it into the delicate crystal cup. This is followed by a brilliant but mild aroma.

She drank cup by cup like a gluttonous child. At first, pour a little shallow into the bottom of the cup and taste it slowly. Later, I simply poured a small half cup and drank it.

It's really as elegant as velvet.

That bottle of wine was just drunk and drunk by her.

Seeing that he couldn't pour it out anymore, Fu Po only felt disappointed. The cellar was still a little cold and gloomy, and she hated this feeling the most, it was very uncomfortable.

She just thinks the bottle looks good and likes the 1997 vintage above. After drinking it, he still held the empty bottle, drooped his slippers, staggered up to the first floor, and lay down on the sofa.

It seemed to be dark.

Lu Mugang: Why are you! yet! Not back!

It must be outside! Someone again!

Air drum puff air bulge.

She felt cold and swayed to turn the central air conditioner to 30 degrees. Standing in the wind and blowing for a while, it was a little warmer, and she only felt a little sleepy.

So Fu Po lay down on the sofa again.

I don't know how long it took, Fu Po felt that his face was being pinched.

It's not heavy, and it's a little itchy. It's like a fly bite, annoying.

She waved her hand, trying to get rid of the flies.

But the fly that felt pinching her face, no, the hand that stabbed her face, was still on her face, and the movements were gently pinching.

I'm going to be upset!

Fu Po squinted his eyes to see what the fly looked like.

Yikes!

A face in front of her eyes. It's that miserablely handsome face.

The two of them were very close, and Fu Po only felt his own breathing, exhaling into his face, and slowly flowing back to her. His eyelashes were long, almost overlapping with his own.

She frowned slightly.

You dare to pinch me!

She was about to reach out and squeeze it back.

Suddenly, my eyes went dark. His lips were covered with his.

The smell of red wine still lingered between her lips and teeth, and she subconsciously opened her mouth in surprise, almost intoxicated by the smell of good wine.

It just felt cool and somewhat comfortable, which made her want to ask for more. The temperature of the air conditioner was too high, and her face was too hot, and the temperature between the lips and tongue of the person in front of her was just right.

Cool.

Her lower lip was sucked, and she exhaled nervously, subconsciously ducking back.

Hiss, bitten. His head was held and gently pressed in his direction.

There's nowhere to hide.

She only felt that it was very difficult to half-tilt her head, and the man on her body was not light, and her neck was sore.

She let go of the bottle and let it roll down the back of the couch.

She put her arms around his neck and dragged Lu Mugang down, so that she could lie down peacefully. His mouth was still being gnawed by him, and now it was not as comfortable as it was just now.

His lips and tongue were no longer so cold, but a burning heat.

This kind of heat makes Fu Po very uncomfortable, and she is not used to it.

Romanée Conti's stamina is also really great. It is worthy of being a world-famous wine, Lu Mugang smelled a little bit of the residual aroma of wine, and seemed to be drunk.