Fu Baihe didn't speak.

Fu Shen felt that Zhao Manshu was well-behaved, as long as there was a quarrel, it was his fault, so when Zhao Manshu was mentioned, he didn't speak.

Fu Shen's face darkened, and he scolded, "I see what you will do with your stinky temper in the future!" Who else can stand you but Changman! ”

Afraid that others would hear it, his voice was very low, "I tell you, Manman really loves you, and she brings out a heart for you!" Don't be content! Hurry up and coax people back! ”

When Fu Baihe heard these words before, he felt ridiculous, and he thought that Zhao Manshu had other plans.

But in the past two days, Zhao Manshu really didn't care about him, but he had a strange feeling.

"Did you hear me? Hurry upstairs and go to coax a long man! Don't let people really move out! Fu Shen pushed his son.

Fu Baihe went upstairs.

*

Zhao Manshu packed her luggage, there were too many things in the original body, it was estimated that she regarded the Fu family as her own home, everything was here, and she called a cargo truck.

As I was packing up, I saw red wine on the bedside table.

The hand of the Italian angel is a very ordinary red wine, but the taste is refreshing, sweet and white, with acidity, and it is very delicious.

Zhao Manshu was a little obsessed with wine, especially what he liked, looked at the time, and simply opened the wine bottle and poured himself a glass.

The aroma of wine is overflowing.

The cold aroma of wine melted into her stomach, and she curled the corners of her lips in satisfaction, and then poured another glass.

"Bang bang."

There was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Zhao Manshu regretfully put down the wine glass and went over to open the door.

Standing outside the door was Fu Baihe.

"You've been drinking?" Fu Baihe smelled the smell of wine on Zhao Manshu's body, her fair face was flushed with wine, and she was drunk at a glance.

Zhao Manshu didn't expect the original body to drink so badly, she rubbed her forehead, didn't let Fu Baihe in, leaned against the door and asked him, "Is there something wrong with you?" ”

Fu Baihe's eyes fell on her lips, "My father likes you very much." ”

"Huh?" Zhao Manshu looked at him blankly.

"You can continue to live here, and if you're worried about meeting me, I can move to the company." ”

After the red wine, Zhao Manshu leaned against the door frame, his eyes were scattered, but the corners of his lips were smiling, and the light sprinkled on her, bright and moving, with a faint hint of mystery.

Fu Baihe's throat was a little tight.

His body has a craving.

"Don't you want me to go?" Zhao Manshu's fingers played with a strand of his hair, and his gaze fell on him softly.

Fu Baihe squeezed into the room, closed the door, and then turned around with his arms around Zhao Manshu's waist, supporting the door behind her with his other hand.

He stared at the woman in front of him with a deep gaze.

"Zhao Manshu, are you seducing me?"

It's just that as soon as these words came out, Zhao Manshu quietly took out a knife, lowered his waist, his eyes regained a little clarity, and his tone was indifferent, "No, it's impossible for me to be with you." ”

Fu Baihe's eyes lit up.

He glanced down at the knife in her hand and let go of his hand, "Don't think about it, let you stay for my father's sake, as long as you can make him happy, I can help you deal with your greedy father." ”

With that, the man had already opened the door and strode away.

Just walking, but there was some blockage in his chest, and he was inexplicably irritable by this damn Zhao Manshu.

Zhao Manshu dragged his suitcase downstairs, and more than an hour had passed, and he was almost sober.

Fu Shen asked Fu Baihe to help her, and begged, "Manman, do you really want to go back?" Can't you stay with your uncle? ”

Zhao Manshu smiled gently, but his attitude was very firm, "Uncle, I missed a lot of classes this semester, and I have to study hard next, so it's more convenient to live in school." ”

"Then let Baihe send you back to school."

"No, you don't." Zhao Manshu rejected Fu Shen again, she raised her mobile phone and smiled brightly, "I called a moving company." ”

Fu Shen had nothing to say, sighed, and glared at his son fiercely.

Fu Baihe still sent Zhao Manshu outside the villa area.

Just as he was about to get into the car, a black Rolls-Royce stopped.

The window rolled down, and Wen Yan nodded at Fu Baihe, "Mr. Fu." ”

Fu Baihe bowed his head.

Wen Yan smiled gently and decently, "Miss Zhao, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

Zhao Manshu raised his eyebrows, "Didn't I just see it yesterday." ”

A flash of light flashed in Wen Yan's eyes, "That's the case, I didn't find the right information about some of the formulas you gave me yesterday, can you please explain them to me?" ”