The capital of Yunjin

Josie Yan squinted at the light to inspect the blades, these knives were small, but the blades were extremely sharp, and there was a hidden edge.

Especially under the light, the silver blade is scorching and terrifying.

"Young Master Qiao, drink some tea." Uncle Nian looked at him, and his smile became more and more kind, "I was fortunate to meet Old Man Qiao before, and you and he still look a little similar." ”

"Yes." Josie put down the knife and took the tea with both hands.

"The old man always says that Qiao Lao is obsessed with jade, I think your Qiao family is the same."

Qiao Xiyan didn't refute this, "By the way, how old is Fu Sanye this year?" ”

"It's 27 years old this year, so you're not much the same age, right?"

Pretty much the same as yourself? He just said that Fu Shen is middle-aged and old, this

He touched his nose and said nothing.

Qiao Xiyan then remembered that he had gone to the Fu family before, and Qiao Lao had also mentioned that when he was buying something, he subconsciously belonged to the category of elders.

He usually doesn't like to socialize, he doesn't buy gifts, and when the supermarket guide asks, he says, "Send to the elders." ”

No wonder Fu Shen didn't look right just now.

Now it is said on the Internet that the post-90s generation has a mid-life crisis, and Fu Shen is about the same.

**

Dinner was naturally eaten at home, and I got some Beijing-style specialties, scalded warm wine, and drank a few cups of Qiao Xiyan.

Fu Shen has a wide range of knowledge, and he chatted with Josie Yan with or without a match.

"Thank you to the third master for taking care of Wanwan these days, I have time to go to Wusu to play, and I will be the east."

"Yes, you're too polite."

"How about the Buddha beads I sent you last time, the time was in a hurry, I didn't select carefully, and the next time I met a good wood, I will polish a string of them for you."

After all, Fu Shen has taken care of Song Fengwan for so long, and he has no complaints, saying that he should do it.

As soon as Song Fengwan heard this, his face immediately turned red, and he looked at Fu Shen at a loss.

Fu Shen's expression did not change, his fingers rubbed his chopsticks, and he looked at Song Fengwan quietly.

The little girl bit her lip and almost cried.

"Buddha beads, you say?" Fu Shen's tone was soft, and his words were soft, and this tone fell on Song Fengwan's ears, as if she was Ling Chi.

Josyan really loves her, but when it comes to serious things, she won't indulge herself.

"Yes, I left in a hurry last time, I didn't see you, so I gave it to you late."

"Yes" Fu Shen swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue, word by word, looked at the person diagonally opposite, and when he was about to speak, his calf suddenly hurt

"Ahem—cousin, you can drink some more." As she spoke, she poured Josie a glass of wine.

"I have business tomorrow, why do you drink so much." He came here to buy jade wool.

"That Buddha bead" Fu Shen spoke again.

Song Fengwan directly raised his foot and kicked him on his knee, looking at him pitifully.

Fu Shen frowned.

The little girl is getting more and more bold, and she actually kicked him?

It's still pitiful after kicking.

If you can't kick it, you will continue to kick.

Qiao Xiyan naturally couldn't see this, but the Fu family members standing on the side could see it clearly.

I'm obedient, just kick it, and keep kicking?

When did the third master of his family ever be so good-tempered.

"The beads are very good, I like them very much." Fu Shen paused the tip of his tongue, his words deflected, and Song Fengwan breathed a sigh of relief.

"I see that you are also very good at jade, if you go to Wusu, I can take you to your home for a visit." Josie Yan had no idea what the two were doing at the bottom of the table.

"Third master, you eat vegetables." Song Fengwan smiled and helped Fu Shen sandwich a sauerkraut mutton.

Fu Shen smiled at her, meaningful.

**

After being full of wine and food, Fu Shen and Qiao Xiyan sat on the sofa and watched the news broadcast together.

The two men discussed most of the current political and current affairs, and Song Fengwan couldn't understand it and couldn't sit still.

went to the kitchen to help Uncle Nian, and when she thought of kicking Fu Shen, she was worried that she couldn't do it, she was almost dead, why did his cousin have such a big mouth.

"Alright, don't stay here, help me get the tea out." Uncle Nian said with a smile.

Song Fengwan could only go out to deliver tea.

Qiao Xiyan was not sitting on the sofa at the moment, only Fu Shen was alone.

"Your cousin went out to answer the phone." Fu Shen explained.

"Well, you drink tea." Song Fengwan bent down to hand over the tea, Fu Shen stared at her closely, but did not speak.

That look made her ears hot with shame.

"You just kicked me, and you kicked me hard."

"Third master, I" Song Fengwan bit his lip, ashamed.

"Six hits in total."

Song Fengwan lowered his head and didn't dare to speak.

"It's quite heavy under your feet." Fu Shen snorted lightly, "You are the first person who dares to kick me." ”

"Third master, I was wrong."

Fu Shen heard a heavy footstep from far and near, he got up slightly, reached out to take the teacup, and his fingertips gently slid from the back of Song Fengwan's hand, causing her heart to skip a beat.

Leaning closer, his lips almost to her ear.

"Come to my room later."

Song Feng's pupils dilated at night?

go

Go to his room?

When she came back to her senses, Fu Shen was already holding the teacup, and the old god was sitting down, looking like nothing had happened.

Josyan had also come over, "Wanwan, what are you doing in a daze?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay!" Song Fengwan's heart was beating wildly, his fingers clutching the corners of his clothes, and he was at a loss in a panic.

------Off topic------

Haha, later, you're going to laugh at me

What can you do, I can't help you.

*

Now it is said that the post-90s generation has a mid-life crisis, I really am

I'm going to crouch in the corner and be quiet.