Mianmian sneered, "Mr. Fu, what's wrong?" ”

Fu Qinghan's face was gloomy, "How can you touch other people's leftovers?" ”

Mianmian was ignorant, "But this is Mr. Fu's leftovers, Mr. Fu is not dirty...... Qin Mu is dirty. ”

Qin Muxiao, who was running at night, sneezed fiercely.

It was as if he heard someone scolding him.

Fu Qinghan was speechless.

After a long pause, he said, "Don't touch other people's leftover food in the future." ”

"Isn't Mr. Fu's okay either?"

The man stared at her.

The little maid's apricot eyes are clean and pure, and a few strands of curly lacquer hair hang down at the corners of her forehead, soft and sweet, like a lot.

Xu was possessive, and he whispered: "...... It's just me. ”

Even if he knows that the little maid is not Mianmian, even if he doesn't love her, but because she is so similar to Mianmian, he wants to monopolize this girl.

He's lost the Mianmian, and he can't afford to lose this replacement anymore.

Even if she doesn't have a life.

Mianmian nodded obediently, "Only Mr. Fu." ”

Fu Qinghan turned around.

Mianmian looked at his departing back, feeling that he was a little different from usual.

……

No need to go to school on weekends.

Mianmian studied too hard last night, and slept sleepily until noon before getting up to go downstairs to find something to eat.

As I walked through the hallway, I saw the door of the study being hidden.

She leaned in curiously, and Mr. Fu was on the phone:

“…… Grandma, I'm not in a hurry to get married, don't rush. ”

"Grandma, have you forgotten that I'm only twenty-three years old?"

Fu Qinghan completed his bachelor's and master's studies at the age of 19 and has been in the business world for four years.

Four years of ups and downs in the business world have trained him to be extraordinarily calm and cold, and his mind far exceeds that of his peers.

"Yes, Mama Zhang cooked longevity noodles today and finished eating."

"I don't have to make a big deal out of it, I don't like ...... of excitement"

Longevity noodles?

Mianmian froze, today is Mr. Fu's birthday?

She sneaked back to her room, unable to think of what gift to give Mr. Fu.

She opened her wallet.

The 100 yuan that Mr. Fu gave last time to buy fried chicken was used up, and only the 100 yuan given by the takeaway brother was left.

She now has a bit of an idea of the purchasing power of coins, a hundred yuan can't buy particularly good things, but only particularly good things are worthy of Mr. Fu.

Mianmian thought carefully and looked at the dresser.

In the mirror, the girl covers half of her face with a mask, wears a rose dress embroidered with a doll collar, and her long curly hair like seaweed is obediently draped around her waist.

She tilted her head.

As......

She put on her schoolbag and rushed out of the villa with her mobile phone, "Hey, Xue Xiaozhao, help me prepare a large express box!" ”

A low-profile black supercar pulls up on the side of the road.

Shen Wu lowered the window, holding a cigarette between his slender fingers.

He swallowed the clouds and spit fog, staring nonchalantly at the two sand sculptures across the road.

Struggled to get into the delivery box.

She sat cross-legged, "Xue Xiaozhao, I'm ready!" ”

Xue Zhao's face was full of disgust, "Are you sure you want to use this method to surprise Fu Qinghan?" ”

"yes."

Xue Zhao tugged at the little tugs on his head, and always felt that Mianmian would become Fu Qinghan's fright.

She sealed the box, carefully pasted the courier note, pulled out the marker pen and asked, "Which building does Fu Qinghan live in?" ”

"Jiangshan Yujing No. 18."

"Jiangshan Yujing No. 18, Fu Qinghan ...... it" Xue Zhao finished writing, and neatly covered the pen cover, "Okay." ”

She wrote so fast that she didn't notice that she had written eighteen as nineteen.

Mianmian felt like she was being moved into the delivery van.

Speeding all the way, the car seemed to drive into the scenery of the mountains and rivers, and the speed of the car gradually slowed down.

Mianmian was removed from the car.

She was so nervous in the dark that she couldn't breathe.

Qin Muxiao pulled his slippers and came out of the bathroom while wiping his hair.

The courier guy checked the house number and handed him the pen, "You are Mr. Fu, right?" Please sign for your courier. ”

Mr. Fu?

Qin Muxiao "tsk" and signed Fu Qinghan's name without hesitation.

He closed the door and stared at the large box in the center of the living room.

Fu Qinghan also buys online......

That kind of antique should live in isolation.

His sister was really blind when she fell in love with Fu Qinghan.

He took a knife and nonchalantly sliced open the lid of the box.

The moment the lid was opened, a girl Huo Ran jumped up from the box:

"Happy birthday, Mr. Fu!"

Countless small ribbons and small balloons are scattered all over the sky!

The girl opened her arms, and when she saw Qin Muxiao, the smile on her little face froze little by little.

The young man's wet black hair was on his forehead, and his narrow eyebrows and eyes were terrifying.

The abdominal muscles are strong, and the water droplets roll down the mermaid line into the black bathrobe tied around the waist, giving people a shocking visual experience.

"Hooligans!" Mianmian hurriedly covered her eyes.

Qin Muxiao sneered, one hand on the bathrobe, "This is called a hooligan?" Would you like to show you the more rogue ones? ”

"I don't look at ......"

Mianmian covered her eyes, and her voice was soft.

Qin Muxiao sat on the sofa and lazily lifted Erlang's legs, "Jiang Mianmian, what are you doing?" ”