If Yan Yan was the kind of woman Fu Zichen usually knew, she would definitely be captured by his gentle performance, thinking that she was really the most unique and different to him. However, she is Yan Yan, a beautiful but always rational Yan Yan.

"How about we make a pact?" Yan Yan said and looked back, this time looking at the garden in the night, where the flowers bloomed during the day, now it was shrouded in night and darkness, and he couldn't see clearly: "Or, it's a game......"

Fu Zichen still didn't know what Yan Yan wanted, so he frowned and asked, "What?" ”

"I can be your lover, what about you...... Just take care of me. Then let's see who will say the word like first. As if thinking of something funny, she giggled, her voice a little dull, but with a unique charm: "Whoever speaks first loses." ”

Listening to Yan Yan's words, Fu Zichen was a little surprised at first, and then felt a little funny. This woman looks different from other women, but the purpose is the same, right? Playing games? It's not that you want to get away with it!

Fu Zichen doesn't know how many of this kind of trick there are, but even so, he still wants to get this woman.

Isn't this a game? Will he be afraid of her? Say you like it...... Hehe.

After not hearing Fu Zichen's response for a long time, Yan Yan felt a little anxious in his heart. She clung to the guardrail, forced herself to relax, and bit her lower lip, but her voice was still the same calm: "Stop talking? Could it be that Fu Shao didn't dare to bet with me? Why, I'm afraid you'll like ......"

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Zichen interrupted him: "Okay, this game ...... I agreed. ”

How dare you use such a provocative method against him? Very good, this Yan Yan has succeeded in making him more and more curious. What kind of woman is she?

"Really?" As if he didn't expect Fu Zichen to agree for a while, Yan Yan looked back in surprise, and the surprise in his eyes didn't look like a lie.

The surprise revealed in her eyes made Fu Zichen very happy.

His thoughts were never something that anyone could guess or control. No one can stop him from doing what he wants to do, and no one can force him to do what he doesn't want to do.

Could it be that this woman really thinks that this provocation will work for him?

Fu Zichen didn't speak, just stretched out his hand. The warm palm was raised and stopped in front of her, waiting for her response.

After staring at the big hand for a long time, he shook the hand hanging by his side before letting go, slowly lifting it up and gently placing it on his hand.

Looking at the two overlapping hands, Yan Yan looked in a daze, and a little silly. It wasn't until her hand was tightly held by Fu Zichen and put it on her lips and kissed it lightly that she came to her senses.

Yan Yan didn't know whether her proposal just now was right or wrong, she only knew that she had no chance to turn back.

Fu Zichen held Yan Yan's hand, and his eyes flashed with a sharp cold light.

He knew he had captured her heart. Although he may not have gotten her heart at the moment, he believes that it will only be a matter of time before he waits.

It wasn't until noon that the quilt on the bed moved slightly.

A slight gasp came from the quilt, and then a white and tender arm stretched out from it, and the quilt was pulled away, revealing a small face the size of a palm.

Looking back at the half-empty bed beside him, Yan Yan was slightly stunned, and stretched out his arm that still left a few bruises. The bedding, which had become empty, had no temperature, and it was as cold as her heart at the moment.

A trace of sadness slowly emerged from the bottom of his heart, and the person lying on the bed couldn't help but think of the touch last night, and the corners of his mouth hooked up an angle that could not see the emotion.

After closing his eyes for a few seconds, he opened them again, and his eyes were no longer confused, and the fragility of that moment had dissipated. Now she is still Yan Yan, who was full of enthusiasm and bold and charming last night.

Turning her head, her eyes turned to the side of the bedside table, there was a piece of paper pressed under a black card, she reached out and wanted to pick it up, but she didn't want to pull the sore parts of her body, she couldn't help frowning, and she was secretly annoyed-

I don't know at all that I pity the fragrance and cherish the jade! complained in his heart, but his face quietly turned red.

Pick up that card, and you can see at a glance that this card is not simple. Is this the "price" he gives himself?

He casually put the black/card in his hand and played with it, and after a while, he casually threw it aside. When she carefully read the words on the note, the whole person was stunned as if she had been struck by lightning.

Her fingers clenched unconsciously.

The room was scary, and it was a moment before she looked up and laughed involuntarily, as if she had seen something interesting.

She laughed until tears flowed out of her eyes, and even began to cough incessantly, before she covered her heart and stopped.

The note reads: This card is for you, go buy something you like!

The signature is his somewhat hasty and scribbled name, and everyone says that a person's personality can be seen in the words. Although Fu Zichen seems to be a gentle person on the surface, he can only know when he really understands that he is more indifferent and arrogant than anyone in his bones.

He just packaged himself too well.

Wrapped in the quilt, he struggled to get up from the bed, Yan Yan's tentative feet touched the ground and wanted to stand up, but one accidentally fell back on the bed, and secretly scolded Fu Zichen in his heart.

When he felt that he was almost recovered, he tried to stand up again and staggered to the bathroom

Halfway through, she paused, reached out and crumpled the note, and threw it into the trash can next to her, the card representing his precious status, but she never looked at it.

Fu Zichen......

The game between us is now really beginning!

It was supposed to be a leisurely time, but it was disrupted by the sudden ringing of the phone. After hanging up the phone, Su Manyu smiled helplessly at his good friend and left in a hurry.

As soon as she entered the door, she heard a familiar voice that did not belong to the Su family. Su Manyu immediately frowned, and tidied up his clothes a little uncomfortably.

Her steps grew stiff, and she almost stopped in place, not knowing what she was thinking.

"It's Miss back." Suddenly, a voice of surprise broke the silence of Suman.

When I raised my head, I saw Uncle Zheng, who usually had a serious face, and at this time he was actually standing in front of her with a kind smile, looking very surprised by her return.

For this man who loves her like his own daughter, Su Manyu can only smile: "Uncle Zheng, I'm back." ”

"The old man just came back, and I've been thinking about you." Mama Zheng may have heard her husband's voice and walked up to her with a smile.

"Grandpa is back...... Then I'll go see him. As soon as she heard her favorite mention of herself to her esteemed grandfather, Su Manyu immediately raised her feet and walked towards the living room.