He's dead?

Licheng's heart was suddenly shocked, looking at it but looking at Fu Tao didn't look like a lie, he just wanted to ask, but when he saw Fu Tao's tearful face, he didn't spit out any syllables in his mouth.

At this time, let her cry a lot, Licheng remembered that when he saw Luo's father and Luo's mother, they were obviously such delicate and luxurious people, and they didn't dislike him at all, and they took the initiative to change their shoes.

Luo's mother he didn't have much contact, but Luo's father he had contact, Luo's father's conversation all revealed his cultivation, he knew that he was stealing and didn't say anything to ridicule and dislike, but like an elder, he gave him some suggestions to come over, and let him wash his hands in a golden basin, and gave him a few entrepreneurial projects that he thought were better.

Such an excellent person died suddenly, and Licheng couldn't help but feel a little pity in his heart.

It wasn't until Fu Wei stopped crying with a sobbing voice that he asked gently, "Have you eaten?" I'm going to make you something to eat? ”

"Okay, I want to eat egg noodles," Fu Mo blinked his eyes and looked at him pitifully.

Licheng nodded and did not refuse, got up and walked to the kitchen, and in the middle of it, he also thoughtfully opened the Lingshi for Fu and put the remote control in her hand.

Waiting for Licheng's back to disappear from sight, Fu Yu breathed a sigh of relief slowly, she pulled a few pieces of paper from the coffee table, still blowing her nose, and didn't forget to take the time to talk to 1973 Kualicheng, "The client doesn't seem to have seen the wrong person, Licheng people are really good." ”

"It's just that I feel like I'm missing something, and I always feel like something is wrong." Fu Mo frowned, and after thinking about it for a while, he didn't come up with a reason.

[Just your delusion, right?] In 1973, his attention was now all attracted by the idol dramas on TV, and his words to deal with Fu were only perfunctory.

"No, it's true," Fu Mo tapped her head, thinking about what she had missed, she remembered that it was still very important.

She hadn't been bothering on the sofa for too long, Licheng had already walked out of the kitchen with noodles in hand, "You try salty first, see if it's suitable, I'll add it if it's not suitable." ”

"Okay,"

Licheng didn't help her get a bench from the corner of the living room and let her eat directly on the coffee table. When Fu Wei's noodles were almost finished, he hesitated and asked, "Can you... What happened to your parents? ”

He was afraid that Fu Wei would misunderstand, so he hurriedly waved his hand and explained: "If you don't want to, forget it, in fact, I just want to go and worship if they are buried and chatting." ”

For him, Father Luo is like a mentor on the road of life, waking him up from his astray path and pointing him out a clear path. He wanted to go to worship, and he was also cleaning up Dang Zheng

Fu Wei finished the last bite of noodles, drank a few more mouthfuls of soup, and then pulled a tissue to wipe his mouth, and shook his head with him with a serious and lonely face, "The police are still investigating the case, and they don't know what can bring the body back for burial." ”

"The police station?" Licheng's eyes widened, his finger pointed at her and then at himself, and made a half-gesture in a daze, but nothing came out.

"Well, a lot of things have happened at home recently," Fu Wei's eyes drooped, obviously unwilling to say more.

She was viciously made up for the heroine's routine in 1973, and now she must not be told about it, she wants to pretend to be very strong and sad, leaving a positive image of strong and hard work to Licheng.

[But I think you're better talking now,] 1973 negative.

"Shut up, listen to me," Fu Mo said to stop, in fact, she was just a little happy after eating noodles now, and she didn't cry easily.

And she has been crying for so long just now, if she cries again, her eyes will definitely be swollen, and she will be so ugly that she still wants Licheng to like it? Dreaming.

"Can I borrow it from your house today?" Fu Wei looked at Licheng's back and asked timidly, with a heart and expectation in his tone.

Licheng turned around with the bowl and smiled heartily at her, "Of course you can, the second bedroom is still prepared for you." ”

Last time, he thought that Fu Wei would come on the second day, and he went to the mall to buy new sheets, and now they are on the bed in the second bedroom.

He now has no neighbors to refuse when they meet, even if it is not because of Fu Xuan, even if it is for the sake of Luo's father's face, he will take good care of Fu Xuan.

After talking to Luo's father that night, Licheng also had other plans for his life, he still had some spare money in his hand, he wanted to open a bookstore, study while doing business, and see if he could be admitted to an adult university when the time came.

"And then what do I do now?" Fu Wei sat on the bench, leaned back, and used the sofa as a backrest. "Now that Luo's father and Luo's mother's case is still under investigation, I don't know how long I will have to wait for the burial, I can't be idle all the time without teasing him, right?"

So what's the difference between being able to see and not being able to eat?

[You can... Stealth flirting? 1973 formed a new term of its own.

[You don't have to be like the campus heroine who can't wait to post upside down, you are like the cold goddess and the third woman, keeping a distance from friends and doing a little ambiguous move.] Understand? ]

"I don't understand," if you want to flirt and don't flirt well, what's the difference between those who want to refuse and welcome and those kinds of biao?

[Then you listen to my command, you go to the kitchen for me now, and ask him if he can borrow his bathroom to take a shower.] ]

"I understand," Fu Wei slowly moved to the kitchen, leaned on the door and whispered, seeing Licheng looking at herself, she squirmed and said, "Can I borrow your bathroom to take a shower?" ”

After that, she was afraid that Licheng would think too much, "I am today..."

"Okay, you wait for me."

Before Fu Wei was finished, Licheng had already quickly dried the bowl and put it in the cupboard, and hurriedly went to get things for her.

He had prepared the necessary toiletries last time, but last time he thought that Fu Hui would bring clothes when he came over again, and he didn't prepare pajamas for Fu Tao, and now...

"Do you have old clothes? Can I wear it? Fu Mo held a ball of toiletries prepared by Licheng, sat on the bed with pink floral sheets specially selected for her by Licheng, and looked at him with red eyes.

Why is it so much like a rabbit, or a rabbit that has been rubbed by someone.

Licheng looked away without a trace, touched the tip of his nose weakly, and said vaguely: "I'll get it for you." ”

After Licheng left, Fu Wei snorted lightly, "That's it?" That's it? Wait, am I going to deliberately have a missing lower body? ”

This routine, she felt that she couldn't stump herself.

But 1973 gave her a warm reminder in a hurry, [Your legs are thin and straight, I'm afraid that the author can't help but write more, in case you can't control it... You'd better say goodbye. ]

There are thousands of roads to drive, and we don't need to drive this broken road.

Fu: I'll go to you.

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