The tea leaves stick to the man's face.

Droplets of water were dripping down, wetting his shirt.

No one expected Xue Zhao to make a sudden move, and the room fell into an eerie silence.

Shen Wu seemed to be accustomed to it, casually wiped off the water droplets, and slowly extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, "Got it, eldest lady......"

"Miss" is the title, and he bites the words slowly and ambiguously. Dark.

Like a dormant beast, smiling and teasing his prey.

Xue Zhao didn't notice it, and turned back in a huff to continue fighting the landlord.

……

Mianmian came back from Xue Zhao's room, and it was already eleven o'clock at night.

She took a little shower and saw that Mr. Fu was still working at the desk.

She kicked off her slippers and ran to the bed, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, revealing only a pair of bright apricot eyes, "Mr. Fu, aren't you sleeping?" ”

Fu Qinghan didn't reply, "You sleep first." ”

"Oh......"

Mianmian was a little disappointed.

She lay alone.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Mr. Fu still had no intention of falling asleep.

At one o'clock in the morning, Mr. Fu still didn't sleep.

Mianmian flipped out her phone in the quilt.

Zhao Zhao pulled a group chat, and there were only her and Qin Qing in it.

The name of the group is quite shameful, it is called "Three Fairies Descend to Earth".

Mianmian poked his mobile phone slowly: [What should I do, Mr. Fu has no intention of sleeping with me at all. 】

Xue Zhao: [Upstairs may be a fool.jpg]

Xue Zhao: [Jiang Mianmian, if he doesn't take the initiative, don't you know the initiative? ] The two of you are still thinking in the nineties of the last century, and you don't even dare to hold your little hands when you fall in love?! 】

Mianmian peeked out of the quilt with her little head.

Mr. Fu turned off the bedroom chandelier and turned on a soft orange table lamp.

His back was grim, and he was carefully reviewing the papers.

Patek Philippe's custom-made gold watch reflects a shallow halo, and Danfeng, who wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, has her eyes down, and her ascetic and restrained posture makes her want to move.

She was entangled: [Humble .jpg, but Mr. Fu is so serious, I think it is more difficult to defeat him than to knock down the city wall." 】

Xue Zhao immediately sent a voice message.

Mianmian subconsciously clicked on.

In the silent bedroom, Xue Zhao's roar shook the sky:

"Jiang Mianmian, are you a woman, do you understand se. temptation?! Take off your clothes, get on! Lonely men and widows in the middle of the night, what the hell are you doing with Fu Qinghan in a children's movie in the bedroom?! ”

Continuous:......

It's too late to turn off the voice.

She held her phone tightly, breaking out in a cold sweat, not daring to look at Mr. Fu's expression at all.

She suddenly covered her head, "Ouch, I have a headache...... I'm going to faint, I'm dizzy......"

After speaking, he hid in the quilt as if he was running for his life.

Fu Qinghan's hand holding the pen tightened slightly.

Staring at the quilt with narrow eyes, he turned the pen, "Jiang Mianmian." ”

There was no movement in the bed.

Fu Qinghan said in a deep voice: "I know you didn't sleep, I'll only say the next words once, you listen carefully." I, Fu Qinghan, only love one woman in my life. Even if I give her name to you, even if you look exactly like her, I know that you are not her. Don't try to challenge my bottom line, otherwise, I don't mind sending you back to Shen Tianyi. ”

Mianmian hid in the dark.

Mr. Fu's threat echoed in her ears repeatedly, and she bit her lip to prevent the tears of grievance from falling.

She held back her sadness and sent a message in the group:

[Mr. Fu just rejected me sternly. 】

Xue Zhao sent a string of ellipses.

Mianmian bit her little handkerchief and suppressed her crying: [He has a sweetheart. 】

Xue Zhao: [Who? 】

Mianmian: [No longer alive.] 】

Xue Zhao: [Damn, the man who is still robbing my sister when he dies!] Don't be sad, little girl, you ask where that little slut's grave is, let's dig her grave to relieve your anger! 】

Mianmian typed the word "good", and pressed her little hand on the send button, but she didn't send it out for a long time.

No, what kind of vinegar did she eat?

Isn't she Jiang Mianmian?

Not only did she eat her own jealousy, but she was also scolded as a little slut, and she had to take her little sister to dig her own grave?!

Mianmian felt like she could explode on the spot.

In the car back from the amusement park, Fu Qinghan sat in the back seat and closed his eyes to recuperate, without saying anything all the way.

Mianmian nervously pinched the hem of her skirt, wanting to apologize but didn't know how to open her mouth.

Fortunately, Song Jingchen cried and shouted that he was going to Fu's house to eat today, and by the way, he also turned Qin Qing into the car, both of them were people who talked a lot, and the noisy atmosphere was not so embarrassing.

Song Jingchen coughed solemnly, "Qingqing, yesterday's haunted house castle was indeed my performance was substandard, wait for me to go home and practice my courage in the ghost movie, and I will accompany you to play next time." ”

Qin Qing pushed his glasses indifferently, "No need." ”

Song Jingchen: "Qingqing, last night-"

"Shut up!" Qin Qing instantly became murderous, "Everything last night, I want you to treat it as if it never happened!" ”

Song Jingchen blushed in embarrassment, "Isn't this okay?" It's okay to share the same bed, if it spreads out, my innocent reputation will be ruined, how can Qingqing cross the river and tear down the bridge? ”

Mianmian looked at Song Jingchen and Qin Qing.

She tried her best to make up what happened between the two last night, but the picture was always Song Jingchen crying and crying afraid that the ghost would ask for his mother.

Qin Qing was annoyed and calm, "Director Song, let me tell you the truth, I already have someone I like." I am willing to go to the amusement park with you for the sake of the face of the Sixth Middle School funded by the Shengshi King's Landing, as for me personally, I don't have any love for you at all. ”

She refused simply, so Song Jingchen's relationship ended before it officially began......

There was an eerie silence in the car, and every bit of time became an ordeal.

Mianmian felt that this was probably the longest way she had ever walked home.

The extended Maybach finally drove into the villa.

Before lunch started, Mianmian took Qin Qing to visit the villa, and happened to pass by Mr. Fu's study.

Mr. Fu is sorting out the papers.

Song Jingchen collapsed on the big chair without love, and the little sheep walked past the bookcase in front of him with a short tail, leaving a few round and black sheep eggs by the way.

The head is full of black lines.

Her bleating began to pull around again......

She wanted to quickly clean up the lamb eggs while Mr. Fu was concentrating on sorting out the documents, but Song Jingchen suddenly reached out and picked up one.

Song Jingchen has been pampered since he was a child, and he is a rich young master who does not touch the spring water with his fingers, and he has never seen sheep eggs.

He pinched it curiously, "Brother Fu, what is this?" New chocolate chips? ”

After saying that, he stuffed it into his mouth.

Continuous:......

Fu Qinghan: ......

Qin Qing: ......

Song Jingchen smashed his mouth, swallowed it and said, "Brother Fu, why does this chocolate bean stink a little?" However, in the tasting, there seems to be a bit of grass aroma...... It is worthy of being able to appear in Brother Fu's room, the best! ”

Noticing that Mianmian and Qin Qing were looking at him with complicated faces, he smiled gently, "Do you want one too?" ”

Mianmian and Qin Qing waved their hands back at the same time, "No, there's no need to ......"

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Song Jingchen: It's too difficult for me