Fu Qingcheng's body hurriedly greeted her with a flattering smile as if it was a natural reflex, touched her cheek and said half-sincerely and half-pretendedly: "Luo Luo has not eaten, you see that your face has lost weight, I am distressed to death." ”

Chen Luo sneered and clicked on the voice: "I still have to stay up all night, let her see that Lao Tzu usually pretends to be in front of her!" ”

She clasped her hands to her chest, and the anger between her eyebrows was about to explode: "I didn't even know that you were so hard, and you didn't come back all night?" I'm able to endure you! ”

Fu Qingcheng shuddered: "Luo Luo, don't you still believe me?" These must have been deliberately framed by Gu Mo, how could I do this, Luo Luo, don't be angry. ”

Gu Mo, who was lying on the side, hooked the corners of his lips and looked at him with a light smile, Fu Qingcheng suddenly noticed his attitude towards watching the play, and half-coaxed Chen Luo: "Luo Luo Luoluo, let's go home first, it's not good to quarrel in someone else's house." ”

Chen Luo stared at him coldly: "Go home? What kind of home are you going back to, aren't you arguing with me in the Cold War? Didn't you say you wouldn't go home all night? How can you still have a home? ”

Fu Qingcheng rubbed Chen Luo's face coquettishly, and took her into his arms: "I'm wrong, okay?" Don't be angry, let's go home and talk about it, okay? ”

Chen Luo muttered a few words and glared at him, knowing that it was really not good to quarrel at someone else's house, so he followed Fu Qingcheng's push and left Gu Mo's house.

The living room was empty all of a sudden, Gu Mo sat on the sofa slowly, took out his mobile phone, called Xiao Jin over, took a few photos, and clicked on it, only Xia Nuan could see that he had posted a circle of friends, and after a while, the little girl who saw him liked it before she continued to read the script with satisfaction.

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Xia Nuan still had three or four days off from her next job, thinking that she hadn't seen Zhao Qingqing for a long time, so she sent her a message the night before asking her to go shopping the next day. It also happened to be her rest time on the weekend, and Zhao Qingqing agreed to come down.

The next day, Xia Nuan sat in the agreed place between the two and saw Zhao Qingqing dressed in a fancy, and then gave her a flying kiss in a charming way, she shook the goosebumps on her body and said speechlessly: "What are you doing, what are you stimulated?" ”

Zhao Qingqing pursed her mouth with big red lips, and took a picture of her face with her mobile phone: "Isn't this just a change of style, I feel that the style of Xiaobaihua has always been too simple, and the old lady's face can be made up with any kind of makeup." ”

Xia Nuan looked at her silently for a while: "Your lipstick has melted out, wipe it with a tissue." ”

Zhao Qingqing wiped it in a hurry, looked at Xia Nuan's plain and fair face as usual, and sighed twice: "Look at what you mean by always wearing light makeup, you should try to try other makeup, like me." ”

Xia Nuan: "......"

Zhao Qingqing sat and took a few selfies, and then pulled Xia Nuan to take a few selfies and send them to Moments, muttering: "Alas, our company's air pressure has been very low recently, and the boss is estimated to have quarreled with his wife again, and it is our low-level employees who suffer." ”

Zhao Qingqing works as an assistant to the president of a listed company, and what she worries most about every day is not the difficulties at work, but the fear that the boss will quarrel with his wife.

She swiped her finger on the screen a few times as she spoke, and her finger paused with some surprise: "God, it seems to be reconciled again, the boss sent a photo of him and his wife again, but these two people are really good-looking, tsk tsk rich and good-looking, envious." ”