Chapter 749: If You Don't Forget, There Will Be Repercussions (16)

Afraid that she would resist, Fu Xiao immediately let her go.

Song Nian stood firm, took a few steps back with a red face, and bowed his head in embarrassment to apologize: "Mr. Fu, I'm sorry!" ”

She's made a fool of herself again!

"It doesn't matter." Fu Xiao put one hand in her pocket, and the other hand shook her Mickey Mouse, chuckling and said, "Is this it?" ”

"Hmm!"

Song Nian nodded obediently, and raised his hand to get it, but was dodged by Fu Xiao.

"Sister, I ran so far to bring it to you, and that's it?"

Song Nian bit her lip, thought about it, and said softly, "I'll ask for coffee, is it okay?" ”

"Yes!"

The little girl is quite good at taking care of people, so she didn't invite him to drink milk tea.

"No!"

Fu Xiao handed Mickey Mouse to her and watched her carefully hang it back on her school bag, looking like a priceless treasure.

Fu Xiao didn't speak, just watched from the side.

After she got it right, she deliberately spoke: "Go back by yourself so late?" ”

"No, be human!"

As soon as Song Nian's words fell, a boy's voice came from not far away.

"Niannianβ€”"

Fu Xiao raised his eyes and squinted, and saw a slender figure running slowly towards them at the dim school gate.

It's Gu Tingshen!

Turned to ashes, he knows it all!

At this moment, Gu Tingshen, as well as the immaturity of this eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy, his eyes were radiant and he had no calculation.

At this time, he really liked Song Nian.

But what about liking?

Compared with the Gu family's broken copper and iron, he can also send his beloved woman to someone else's bed.

That alone would not have killed him a thousand times!

"Tingshen, here!"

Song Nian waved at him, a little excited.

"I thought you were gone, and I didn't get back to texting you."

"I was delayed by the teacher, and I won't be like this next time." Gu Tingshen touched Song Nian's hair gently and dotingly.

"Hmm." Song Nian nodded, and then introduced the man next to him: "This is Mr. Fu, the president of the Fu Group." I spoke to you before, and it was this gentleman who bought my work. ”

"Mr. Fu, this is Gu Tingshen, my classmate!"

Hearing her introduce that she was a classmate, Fu Xiao felt that the knife he pulled out was instantly stuffed back.

Gu Tingshen glanced at Song Nian with some disappointment, and took the initiative to stretch out his hand to Fu Xiao: "Mr. Fu!" ”

Fu Xiao smiled at the corner of his mouth, his hands clenched into fists, staring at him intently, with no intention of reaching out.

Song Nian also felt strange when he looked at it, and reminded in a low voice: "Mr. Fu, this is my classmate, Gu Tingshen!" ”

"Hello!"

Fu Xiao stretched out his hand, touched Gu Tingshen politely, and quickly let go.

Gu Tingshen only felt that Fu Xiao's expression was very strange when he looked at him, and opened his mouth, "Mr. Fu, then let's go first!" ”

"Do you have a car?" Fu Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly, and his eyes fell on Song Nian: "I'll send you!" ”

"No need ......"

"Get in the car!"

Fu Xiao couldn't help but pull the car door and sit in the driver's seat: "Come in!" ”

β€œβ€¦β€¦ Okay, thank you, Mr. Fu. ”

It was difficult to resist the enthusiasm, Song Nian and Gu Tingshen sat in the back seat together.

Because of politeness, the two of them spoke very quietly.

"I'll pick you up at school tomorrow, and you can bring me blueberry-flavored bread."

"Hmm." Song Nian leaned against the window and pinched Mickey Mouse to play: "Then you have to come so early, I will still go to catch up with my homework." ”

"Okay." Gu Tingshen said, raising his hand and wanting to pinch Song Nian's face.

She didn't know how cute she was when she spoke softly.

Seeing this, Fu Xiao can send the steering wheel.

"Bang, ahh

Before Gu Tingshen touched Song Nian, he was thrown to the car door and screamed in pain.

The man looked back, raised an eyebrow, and said, "I'm sorry, there's a dog in the way!" ”

Song Nian subconsciously looked out, where did the dog come from?