was praised for being good-looking, and An Qingge was of course happy.

"I'll ask them to bring the table." Fu Yunchen spoke directly.

An Qingge put down the pen in his hand: "I guess I can't send it today." ”

But before An Qingge's words could be finished, he was interrupted by Fu Yunchen: "It's just a table, I can send it over." ”

Of course, Fu Yunchen could hear the meaning of An Qingge's words, didn't he just want to let himself leave, so he interrupted An Qingge's words before An Qingge said it.

Since Fu Yunchen said so, what else can An Qingge say.

She just said it casually, anyway, Fu Yunchen is rich.

Then Fu Yunchen took out his mobile phone and commanded someone.

After making the call, Fu Yunchen pushed the wheelchair to the place where An Qingge put the words he had just written, and picked up a random one: "What is this." ”

"Those scriptures are what I told you before." An Qingge sat directly on the sofa.

Fu Yunchen looked at Juanxiu's handwriting, and his mood improved a lot, and then he read it softly.

The room was quiet.

An Qingge leaned on the sofa casually, and she looked at Fu Yunchen.

Seriously, it's a bit good-looking.

But it's been a few days, why hasn't the land moved at all.

There is no impermanence at all, and it is reliable.

Fu Yunchen looked at it for a while and then raised his head, but he didn't expect to see An Qingge who was staring at him, and then the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The calligraphy can be meticulous, which may be the reason why An Qingge is so quiet: "An Qingge"

An Qingge responded.

But Fu Yunchen didn't speak, he didn't know what to say for a while.

For a long time, Fu Yunchen didn't say anything.

It didn't take long for a servant to move in to the table.

An Qingge was actually a little impatient to wait, but it was still good to have a spell, and he would conjure it up as soon as he changed it.

After the servant set the table, An Qingge moved the things over, and then pushed Fu Yunchen over.

"Young master, look at the way I hold the pen." An Qingge made a pose for him.

This Fu Yunchen is not a child, of course he will.

So I picked up the pen.

The next moment, An Qingge held his hand.

Rough hands are held by soft hands.

"Let's write something." An Qingge's soft voice sounded in Fu Yunchen's ears, very soft, very soft.

He felt that An Qingge was treating him as a child, but her soft hands drove his big hands.

An Qingge thought about it and felt that Fu Yunchen was just like this because he was bored temporarily, so he said, "It's okay to write the young master's name." ”

Then Fu Yunchen saw the words "Fu Yunchen" appear on the paper again.

"An Qingge" Fu Yunchen called again.

"I'm here" An Qingge still responded.

Fu Yunchen still didn't know what to say.

But An Qingge frowned, what's wrong with this stupid mortal, does he treat her as a dog?

How can this mortal be like this, what to say about protection, it sounds so good.

Fu Yunchen turned his head sideways and looked at the woman's face.

It seemed that An Qingge sensed that Fu Yunchen's gaze was still wrong, and she also turned her head.

The two men looked at each other.

Fu Yunchen was feeling embarrassed.

An Qingge blinked: "Young master, didn't I do well?" ”

"No," Fu Yunchen spat out two words.

Just as An Qingge was about to say something, Fu Yunchen's face quickly approached.

Before An Qingge could react, he kissed her on the lips.