"What's the matter?"

"Where have you been, why aren't you at home?" Xu Liangchen's voice was a little anxious.

"I don't want to go back. ”

"Fu Siqing, you have no relatives or friends in Songming City except me. It's so late, it's raining, where can you go if you don't come back?"

"I'll talk about this matter when we meet, Xu Liangchen, I really have something to do now. Fu Siqing hung up the phone in a hurry, she didn't know how to explain it yet.

Fu Yiran glanced at her expression, and after hanging up the phone, she seemed to become more preoccupied. Just as he was thinking about how to comfort her, Xu Liangchen's phone called again.

Fu Yiran snatched the phone, pressed the speakerphone, and spoke directly without waiting for the other side to speak: "Mr. Xu, it's not appropriate to disturb other people's beautiful scenery at such a late hour, right? Moreover, it is really not suitable for my wife to live with you now. It's troublesome for Mr. Xu during this time, so you don't have to worry about it in the future. ”

The words were continuous, and he didn't give Xu Liangchen a chance to speak, Fu Yiran hung up the phone directly after speaking.

The car was parked at No. 112, Building 18, Jinshan South Road. Fu Siqing remembered that Fu Yiran said that this house was an eighteen-year-old adult gift prepared by her father.

Entering the door, Fu Yiran took the pair of pink slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them at her feet. She didn't wear it last time, but he kept it ready.

"Thank you!" Fu Siqing didn't expect Fu Yiran to bring her to this house, "This is?"

"Our wedding room. ”

In fact, she wanted to ask, since this house was left to her by her father, why was it in Fu Yiran's name? But now everything in the Fu family belongs to her, including this adult gift.

"I'll go look for a house in the next two days, and I'll trouble Mr. Fu tonight. ”

Fu Yiran's action of pouring hot water froze, and his heart was a little painful by this sentence, but it was fleeting, without any traces, and he spoke: "We will live here after we get married, and my parents may come to see our life from time to time." You heard that, if I treat you badly, my mother will peel me! ”

Fu Yiran was afraid that what he said just now was not convincing, and added: "My parents know about this house, so it is impossible for me to let Han Zeyu appear here." You don't have to feel troublesome, you can live here and help me get along with the outside. Didn't the agreement say it all?"

"Oh well. Fu Siqing compromised, struggled, and continued to say what he didn't finish in the car: "I thought your parents wouldn't accept me, so it's not a burden to cooperate with you in acting." But now it seems that your parents are very open-minded and kind people. You might as well try it and tell them your secret......"

"They won't accept it!" Fu Yiran said decisively, bringing her a cup of hot water, "Warm up, rest early! Your room is on the second floor on the right hand side." ”

Fu Siqing took the hot water and said thank you, and didn't say anything more.

Who has the right to interrogate the lives and choices of others?

In the room, the warm style of blue and white is warm and soft. There was a brown bear doll on the bed, and a set of pajamas and several dresses that had not yet been tagged hung in the cabinet, in different styles. The shelves in the bathroom are stocked with toiletries.

This room doesn't look like it's often occupied, but the people Fu Yiran brought back should all be men, right? The skirt in the closet......

The knock on the door disturbed Fu Siqing's reverie, "Come in." ”

Fu Yiran had already taken a shower and was wearing loose and comfortable loungewear, light blue. With a glass of hot milk in his hand, he pushed the door in, "Have a glass of milk before going to bed, you'd better take your temperature, in the drawer of the bedside table." ”

"Okay, thank you!"

"Good night!" Fu Yiran put down the milk, glanced at her, and turned to go out.

Fu Siqing doesn't like the taste of milk very much, and she doesn't have the habit of drinking milk before going to bed. She prefers bitter coffee to milk.

The milk on the table was still steaming, Fu Siqing didn't care about it, took the pajamas from the closet, pale pink, and prepared to take a hot bath to sleep.

Tomorrow, she has to go to Xu Liangchen's house.

Fu Yiran sat on the windowsill of the bedroom, waited until the light in the next room went out, and then lazily climbed into bed. The distance from her is only a wall at the moment.