Chapter 466: Formal Relationship, Future Madame Fu

Fu Qingyuan was running and thinking in his heart, what if Shushu had already left, how should he explain his behavior to Shushu just now.

His mind was full of cranky thoughts, and his thoughts were turbulent, and finally quieted down after Fu Qingyuan returned to the pavilion.

His girl was sitting on a chair in the gazebo, two slender legs on it, one leg was straight, one leg hooked and supported, the thin figure leaned against the pillar behind, closed her eyes and recuperated, the breeze blew from time to time, gently picking up the broken hair scattered on her forehead, ears and neck, and for a moment it seemed that a fragrance invaded Fu Qingyuan's nose with the direction of the wind.

The pale skin does not look dull at all in the dim environment, but has a hazy and unpredictable sense of mystery, and the delicate and beautiful side face seems to be depicted by a peerless painter one by one, the lines are comfortable and perfect, full of the quiet atmosphere of the years.

Mo Zishu, who felt that someone was approaching, did not immediately open her eyes as usual, she smelled the smell of the person who was close to her, the smell of that person was unique to her, it seemed to have been carved into the bone marrow, and she could no longer find a second such taste.

"I'm back." Mo Zishu opened her cold and bright eyes leisurely, looking at the man in front of her with the depth inside, and there was a lazy taste in her talking.

"Hmm." Fu Qingyuan, who still wanted to explain, after hearing his girl say these three words, he thought there was no need to explain, he suddenly ran away and came back, and his girl was still waiting in place, which was enough to prove that his girl understood him and understood his feelings.

"Shushu, this is how we are together?" Fu Qingyuan sat down gently beside Mo Zishu and asked his girl softly, but the difference was that his tone was no longer full of uncertainty, but a faint sweetness.

"Hmm." Mo Zishu responded to Fu Qingyuan lightly, lowered her legs from the chair, and prepared to sit up straight.

However, what Mo Zishu didn't expect was that as soon as her legs were put on the ground, she was gently lifted by the man next to her with his hands, and then put them on his thighs.

Fu Qingyuan's every move drove the clear aura on his body to become more and more wanton, and Mo Zishu sniffed and felt a sense of relief.

"Shushu is finally my Shushu." Fu Qingyuan's broad palm was placed on the girl's long legs, gently caressing along the texture of the trousers, and there was a gentle smile on Qingjun's face that could melt the snow.

Mo Zishu sat quietly on the chair and felt Fu Qingyuan's different aura at this time from usual, and a faint sense of sleepiness hit her heart.

At this time, Shen Nancheng and Murong Ling, who came over in the direction Fu Qingyuan left, stopped outside the pavilion, and neither of them opened their mouths to disturb Fu Qingyuan and Mo Zishu, but they couldn't help but slow down their breathing, for fear of disturbing the beautiful atmosphere of the two of them.

Murong Ling saw Mo Zishu put his leg on Fu Qingyuan's lap, with a serene and faint smile on his face, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and Fu Ye's expression was also a sense of satisfaction.

Just when Murong Ling looked at everything in front of him in a daze, he was dragged back to his senses by Shen Nancheng, and when he saw Shen Nancheng's eyes signaling that they should consciously leave, Murong Ling clenched his fists and left behind Shen Nancheng.

However, Murong Ling's mind was full of Mo Zishu's appearance.

"I'm not going to like her." Such an idea suddenly popped into Murong Ling's mind, and this thought startled him again, causing his entire body to stop in place.

"Little collar, what's wrong with you, why don't you leave?" Shen Nancheng, who looked back, saw that Murong Ling was standing motionless in place at a long distance from him, as if he was in deep thought or something, so he walked over and asked.

"No, how could I possibly like her, yes, her." Murong Ling pursed his lips and questioned himself in his heart, even when he asked, he actually felt a trace of hesitation.

"What's the matter, you look like you can't give up." Shen Nancheng shook Murong Ling's eyes and asked curiously.

Finally, Murong Ling came back to his senses and asked Shen Nancheng a question: "Nancheng, what kind of person do you think Mo and Zishu are?" ”

Murong Ling originally wanted to call Mo Zishu 'Sister Mo' as before, but after he discovered his mind just now, he couldn't shout those two words anymore.

"Sister Mo, it's very good, it makes me feel very admired, and now I even think that Master Fu has climbed Sister Mo." Shen Nancheng didn't hear the strangeness in Murong Ling's tone, and quickly answered Murong Ling's question.

"Yes, do you think so highly of her?" After Murong Ling heard Shen Nancheng's answer, somehow, he felt the loss and depression in his heart, if Shen Nancheng thought that Fu Ye had climbed Mo Zishu, then what about him, did he not even have the qualifications to stand by Mo Zishu's side?

"Why did you talk about this all of a sudden?" Shen Nancheng noticed that Murong Ling's mood was wrong, and hurriedly asked.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask, Nancheng, you also like Sister Mo, right." Murong Ling chuckled lightly and asked Shen Nancheng with a pretended to be relaxed.

"Of course, who wouldn't like Sister Mo, Sister Mo is my idol now." Shen Nancheng looked at Murong Ling's expression, and a trace of strange emotion flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly covered by the usual color, and Murong Ling was not aware of it.

"Well, I also want to ask Sister Mo for advice when I have time." Murong Ling changed the topic, if he said too much, according to Shen Nancheng's understanding of him, he would definitely see that something was wrong.

Shen Nancheng didn't care about Murong Ling's change of topic, but said lightly: "Let's go, please drink." ”

Then Shen Nancheng walked towards the gate of the Mo family, without waiting for Murong Ling.

Murong Ling was confused by Shen Nancheng's operation, why did he suddenly invite him to drink?

Murong Ling was not allowed to think too much, his body had already kept up with Shen Nancheng very sincerely.

As the night grew darker, the moon crept into the clouds to cover its true face, leaving only the most hazy beauty of the world.

Fu Qingyuan took Mo Zishu's hand and walked in the garden, he looked down and saw that the slender and slender wrist he was holding in the palm of his hand had already worn the bracelet he gave during the day, even in this dim environment, this bracelet was still shining, flashing with fine light, as if the moonlight had been torn into pieces and inlaid on it.

"Shushu, what major do you want to apply for when you go to S University?" Fu Qingyuan asked the girl next to him softly, he still had the possibility to think about various majors according to Mo Zishu's grades, such as mathematics, physics and biochemistry, medicine, or finance.

"Specialty of Traditional Chinese Medicine." Mo Zishu gently answered Fu Qingyuan's question, and then she felt the body of the man next to her freeze for a moment.

Rao is Fu Qingyuan didn't expect that his Shushu wanted to choose a major in traditional Chinese medicine, even if he considered the medical profession, but according to the previous trend of Dr. M, he thought that his Shushu would most likely choose Western medicine, but he didn't expect it to be Chinese medicine.

"I love Chinese medicine and what has been passed down." Just when Fu Qingyuan wanted to ask Mo Zishu why, Mo Zishu had already taken the initiative to answer this question before Fu Qingyuan could speak.

Fu Qingyuan finally swallowed that question back into his stomach.

"But the Han family has already planned to close the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine this year, and the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine has not recruited new students for three years, just waiting for the students of this class of Chinese Medicine to graduate." Fu Qingyuan wrinkled his brows and said, already thinking in his heart whether he wanted to take the time to contact Han Lao, this Chinese medicine school of S University could not be closed, if his Shushu really wanted to choose this major, then this major could not perish.

"I've learned about this, but I don't stop thinking about going to the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine." Mo Zishu said with some firmness.

"Okay, no matter what my Shushu chooses, I support it." Fu Qingyuan said with a smile, the curvature of the corners of his lips seemed to be smeared with honey, which was very sweet.

"Hmm." Mo Zishu responded softly to Fu Qingyuan.

"Shushu, have you ever thought about being the mistress of the Fu family?" Fu Qingyuan asked this question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time, and he didn't know when he was convinced and sure that Mo Zishu was the one who became his future wife.

"The mistress of the Fu family? Didn't think about it. Mo Zishu's mind did not turn around, and answered Fu Qingyuan's question directly.

Immediately, Fu Qingyuan felt a strong heart-piercing feeling.

"I don't lack money or anything, and I don't need a Fu family to set it off." Then Mo Zishu began to speak again.

Hearing this, Fu Qingyuan's mood that had already fallen into a trough immediately returned to the clouds.

It turned out that his Shushu didn't figure out what he meant by 'Mistress of the Fu Family', it was a little too cute.

"Shushu, that's not what I'm talking about." Fu Qingyuan stopped walking forward, facing Mo Zishu head-on, holding her shoulders with both hands, staring at the girl in front of him with both eyes, extremely serious.

Mo Zishu was slightly stunned and didn't react.

"I mean, would you like to be my lady?" Fu Qingyuan took a deep breath and expressed this sentence more bluntly in another way, and at the same time, his mood became more nervous, as if the blood in his whole body was flowing backwards, and the girl's silence also made him feel extremely long and tormented.