Qiao Xicheng frowned. The meaning of the deep lock is unknown. He did seem a little embarrassed at the moment, and what this woman said was not false. But it's because it's not fake that he's so troubled.

Irritably, he swept his hair, and Qiao Xicheng's face became more and more unsightly. The woman's words were like knives, inserted into his soft places with great precision, and they did make him feel guilty. Without looking back, she went straight back to the house. Fu Anran stroked his messy hair, and an impeccable look appeared on his face again, "Wait for me." Before she had finished speaking, she followed.

Qiao's father sat on the sofa and occasionally talked to Fu Anran. But then, after a few talks, it seems mediocre. Looking down at the time, Qiao's father coughed lightly a few times, and then said out loud: "It's not too late now, An Ran is also a girl." It's definitely not safe to go home alone, Hee Cheng, you can send her back at a moment. ”

Fu Anran looked at the person sitting opposite him quietly, and his slender and slender fingers lightly rested on his bag. Tapping gently, I didn't hear the man's reply for a long time. She said in embarrassment: "Xicheng is very busy with work, so I won't trouble him." Just this distance, I can do it myself. ”

"That's what to say. Qiao's father raised his eyes to look at his son, his gaze was full of majesty, "We can't let a girl go home by yourself, Xicheng will send it." ”

Fu Anran raised his mouth, intending to pretend to excuse himself again. The man on the other side stood up, his voice was light, and he said coolly: "Okay, I know, I will send her home." ”

Hearing the man's answer, Qiao's father was able to accept his majestic gaze, nodded, and gently asked Fu Anran a few words. is nothing more than saying hello to her parents and the like, Fu Anran also nodded one by one, and the surface work is extremely good.

Then, Qiao Xicheng and Fu Anran went out together. The man entered the car door first, and Fu Anran also followed closely and sat in the co-pilot. Glancing at the person beside him, Qiao Xicheng's slender fingers were on the steering wheel, and once the engine started, the car was like a crossbow arrow, running away.

Fu Anran had just fastened his seat belt at this time, and was shocked by this sudden driving speed, and his face suddenly turned pale. When I arrived at the door, my face was even paler as paper.

She staggered to the ground, and after a long pause, her complexion recovered. Putting away the haggard feeling just now, she Fu Anran had a little smile in her eyes, "Do you want to go to my house and sit down?"

The so-called reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, Qiao Xicheng can't think of a way to refuse now. I had to nod my head, looking indifferent. Not at all as aggressive as before, Fu Anran thought about it secretly and quietly wrote it down. She naturally knew that this was half the battle, after all, the man didn't make a face to her.

The two had just entered the gate of Fu's house, and Fu's father and mother were standing at the door early and waiting. Mama Fu bent the corners of her eyes, wrinkled lightly, and looked at a pair of young people walking opposite. It seems that they get along harmoniously, and their hearts are slightly confused. It was a guest who brought it, and it was not easy to say anything at the moment, so it was hidden again.

Then the two entered the house, and Fu's mother pulled Fu Anran aside and asked softly, "Why are you suddenly so good? His face was still stuck, and his face was surprised, as if he was waiting for some answer.

Fu Anran was still chewing a cherry in his mouth, smiled mysteriously, and did not answer. Fu's mother chattered again and asked several times. Fu Anran swallowed a few words indiscriminately, all of which remained mysterious.

The decoration of the Fu family is very bright European style, as small as a tile, as large as a window. The intricate patterns engraved on it all highlight the exquisite quality of life of the family.

Qiao Xicheng is wearing a black suit today, and the well-cut fabric sets off his tall and slender figure more and more handsome. Dad Fu unfolded a roll of newspaper, glanced up and down at the man beside him, lowered his voice, and said, "I'm sorry for you, I personally sent my daughter home so night." ”

Rubbing the buttons of his sleeves, Qiao Xicheng didn't dare to speak. He knew that Fu's father and Fu's mother were still unhappy because of what had happened. He smiled slightly, a little modestly. "Yes, it's not a hassle. ”

It's not a rude person, and some people can't talk about closeness, but it's not alienation. Seeing that the time was not early, Qiao Xicheng turned the watch on his wrist, and his tone was rare and gentle, "It's not early now, I still have some things at home, and I may have to leave." ”

Dad Fu nodded lightly, and there was no other superfluous look. It was Fu Anran, who heard that the man was leaving, so he quickly stood up from the seat. The voice was soft: "I'll send you out." Qiao Xicheng glanced at Fu's father and Fu's mother, and it was really hard to refuse, so he responded.

Came out of the house and stepped onto a path made of bluestones. The car was parked next to the road, and Qiao Xicheng had slender legs. The steps were so long that the women behind them almost couldn't keep up.

"Qiao Xicheng, you wait a minute......" Fu Anran's face flashed with a hint of anxiety, as if he wanted to say something. But the man's stiff back was still stiff into a line, and he never regretted it.

I pulled the door open and took my seat. Qiao Xicheng's slender fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel, and his voice fell into tune. Slowly rolled down the window, revealing his delicate face, thin lips gently activated, "I know what you want to say, let's talk about this next time." As soon as the words fell, the windows closed quickly, and the sound of the engine sounded slightly. After a while, the car disappeared at the end of the road in a heavy twilight like a crossbow.

The car drove very fast, and the scenery outside the window fluttered backwards like a horse. The white lacquer door stood dignifiedly, and Qiao Xicheng skillfully parked the car in a certain position. He walked into the house.

"Mr. Qiao, are you back?" Gu Yaoyang was originally playing with his mobile phone boredly when he heard the sound of the door being opened. Suddenly, he turned his head and saw Qiao Xicheng who had just walked in.

Glancing at Gu Yaoyang, who had a flattering smile on his face, he suddenly felt displeased. "Ahem, yes. Coughing slightly, he replied softly.

Su Rou walked out of the kitchen with a glass of juice in her hand. Seeing Qiao Xicheng, his tone was naturally respectful, "Hello Mr. Qiao." "This glass of juice is for Miss Gu?" couldn't help but glance his eyes up and down, the bear cup, almost without any thought, he came to a conclusion.

"Yes, Miss Edan, when I came back today, I seemed to be feeling a little lost. Since I got back to the door, I haven't come down, and I'm a little worried, so I'm going to prepare some juice for delivery. Su Rou's white face flashed with a gentle smile. The tone is as pleasant as a wind chime transiting. Qiao Xicheng unbuttoned a few buttons on his collar. The delicate collarbone was exposed, and a wave of helplessness swelled in his eyes.