Chapter 13: The Sunset Is Infinitely Good

When Fu Jiu returned home, he saw a military car stop as soon as he arrived at the door, and the person who walked down was Huo Yuqian.

At this time, the sunset is infinitely better, and the warm light shines on his army's green uniform, under the military cap, the slanting heroic sword eyebrows, containing sharp black eyes, thin and lightly pursed lips, and the facial features are distinct and deep, like Greek sculptures.

The slender and tall but not rough figure, like an eagle in the night, cold and arrogant but full of grandeur, exuding a strong force that dominates the world and the world.

The man was so mesmerizing at a glance that she could barely stand with him.

Fu Jiu came back to her senses, her heart was a little empty, and her steps were a little hurried towards the mansion, she didn't know what was in her heart, and she always felt that there was a hot gaze behind her.

"Sister Jiu'er, what kind of gift did you buy me?" In the Houhua courtyard, Huo Chongnian stopped Fu Jiu.

Fu Jiu shook the brocade box in his hand, "Well, here, but I can't tell you." ”

"Sister Jiu'er, you're back, we're almost annoyed by the heavy year, and we want to see gifts." Huo Chuyu ran out and complained.

"The gift will be opened tomorrow, and I have to go back to the room beforehand." Fu Jiu smiled gently.

At dinner, because there was more Huo Chongnian in the family, the dinner table was even more lively.

It's just that Fu Jiu has always felt a sharp gaze looking at her, and she is embarrassed to look up at others to find out.

After dinner, the old lady called Fu Jiu, and Mrs. Huo and the third aunt also stayed.

"Jiu'er, my nephew's name is Luo Youchao, although his appearance is not as good as that of the young marshal, but he is also dignified, you will know when you see it tomorrow."

The third aunt covered her mouth with a handkerchief and laughed softly.

Fu Jiu smiled slightly on his face and did not speak.

"Jiu'er, if I don't like you tomorrow, grandma will continue to give you Zhang Luo." When the old lady saw that she did not speak, she thought that she was a little unhappy.

"Go, bring the cheongsam." The old lady ordered the maid beside her.

When the maid got her clothes back, everyone present was dumbfounded.

It was a white cheongsam, embroidered with gold wire, and the distribution was scattered, although it was simple and simple, it was indeed noble.

The lines are beautiful, and it can be seen that wearing them on the body can perfectly outline the person's slenderness.

"Jiu'er, grandma's clothes will be given to you, let's wear them tomorrow." The old lady said.

"Thank you, grandma." Fu Jiu took the cheongsam with a smile on his face.

On the way back, Mrs. Huo walked with her, and Mrs. Huo looked at her little face and sighed.

"Aunt Lan, why are you sighing?" Fu Jiu asked.

Mrs. Huo frowned and said, "Aunt Lan is reluctant to let you go, I thought you would marry Qiong Lou, but who knows ......?"

Fu Jiu looked at Mrs. Huo and smiled at her, "Aunt Lan, the matter has come to this, let's not mention it again." ”

"Alas, I still hope that you can marry Qiong Lou, and Aunt Lan will help you find a way to get rid of Na Xina." Mrs. Huo's eyes were cold when she said this, she had been robbed of her husband by many other women in her life, so she hated Xina, a woman who ruined the marriage between Fu Jiu and Qiong Lou.

Fu Jiu looked at Mrs. Huo in surprise, only to feel that Mrs. Huo was a little too paranoid.

She knew that this was because Mrs. Huo liked her, and Fu Jiu didn't want Mrs. Huo to do something out of the ordinary because of her in the future, so she hurriedly held Mrs. Huo's hand and said, "Aunt Lan, Jiu'er knows that you are a lover of Jiu'er, but we don't want to force it." ”

This night, Fu Jiu couldn't sleep, she stared blankly at the glass lamp on the roof, and her thoughts no longer knew where to run.

All in his mind was the appearance of Huo Yuqian getting out of the military vehicle under the sunset, the sunset behind him, and the light sprinkled on his shoulders, like a god descending.

She suddenly remembered that the domineering strength was presumptuous in her mouth, and her face flushed.