-50。

-80。

-50。

The system was frightened by the change in numbers.

It wiped its eyes, then it wiped it again, and found that the numbers on it were still—unchanged!

Obviously it was plus 85 a minute ago, and it's about to reach 90 favorability, so why has it become minus 95 now?

It should have reported it to the host, but after thinking about it, it could recover after the last time its favorability was reduced, and maybe it could be this time!

It's always annoying the host, and it's very likely to be beaten!

After Ye Fanhua and Wang Dacheng finished talking, they held a morale-boosting meeting in the company.

As soon as it was busy, it was evening.

After driving home, Ye Fanhua saw a table full of dishes at first glance, which was full of color, flavor and flavor.

At each end of the rectangular table, a chair is placed.

There is no light in the living room, and on the European-style long-handled palace candlestick on the tabletop, six candles are burning quietly, and the warm yellow light is faint and faint, warm and romantic.

"What is this?" Ye Fanhua pointed to the battle in front of her and looked at Chen Fuxing, who was standing beside her who opened the door for her.

The carving of time has turned the once thin and thin boy into an elegant young man who is now tall and elegant.

The eyebrows and eyes are more and more defined, the contours are handsome and deep, and the short black hair is neatly and cleanly.

His natural clothes rack allows him to attract the attention of others with his outstanding appearance no matter what he wears.

As soon as he graduated, he was accepted as a proud disciple by a first-class tutor in China to continue his studies, and he has great potential and a bright future in the academic field he is good at.

His arms are strong enough, and his slender body is not enough to stand up to the sky, but it is enough to take charge of himself.

Although he didn't raise him as Ye Fanhua thought, he was chubby, but such Chen Fuxing was enough to satisfy her.

"Fanfan," Chen Fuxing's deep voice like an old wine called out this intimate title that belonged to him.

With his back to the light, his handsome face was shrouded in smoky yellow shadows, blurry and difficult to see.

The eyes that are always unique and full of warmth when looking at Ye Fanhua are a little different at the moment.

In the shadows, blurry and deep like a black hole.

"Huh?" Ye Fanhua still had the proposal of the employees at the company meeting in her mind, and did not notice the subtle differences from the past.

She was about to go to the dining table, but was blocked by the young man at the entrance.

Fuxing was a little strange today, she looked up at him suspiciously.

The young man suddenly approached, only half an inch away from Ye Fanhua, and he could almost envelop Ye Fanhua's entire body for a moment.

Just before Ye Fanhua asked again, his voice was full of pleading, "Today is my birthday, can you have a drink with me?" ”

Birthday?

She really forgot about this.

There was a little guilt in my heart.

Ye Fanhua immediately replied, "Okay, I won't get drunk with you today, you can drink as much as you want!" ”

Before the age of 20, Chen Fuxing wanted to drink, but was forcibly stopped by Ye Fanhua on the grounds of his young age; After the age of 20, although he can drink, he is not allowed to get drunk.

So, does Fuxing like to drink so much? This has been remembered until now?

Ye Fanhua smiled, strode to the side of the table, and sat down.

The young man turned around, and under the flickering candlelight, his handsome face was dark, and his pupils were deep, and he actually had a terrible and treacherous color.

The gaze fluttered and landed on the opened red wine bottle—a black and red liquid settling in the glass.

His eyes were lowered, his long eyelashes covering the black hole under his eyes, and he walked towards the table.