Chapter 89: Photos

Thinking of this, Fu Tingyuan felt the heat on his body faintly rise again, and he secretly cursed in his heart that Yao Qian, who had been hit by a thousand knives, and then turned on the shower again to cool the temperature on his body.

By the time he wiped off the water stains on his body and came out of the bathroom, Luo Nanchu was curled up in bed, already asleep.

Fu Tingyuan walked over and looked at her lying on the bed without liver and lungs, a little unwilling, reached out and pinched Luo Nanchu's nose, and looked at the other party's delicate nose wrinkled as if frightened, he couldn't help but feel funny, and his eyes softened.

When he lifted the quilt, the cold air poured into the bed, Luo Nan shrank and shouted in a daze: "Mr. Fu......?" ”

"Hmm." Fu Tingyuan responded, stretched out his hand to hold the person into his arms, and watched Luo Nanchu find a comfortable position in his arms and fall asleep against his chest again.

Holding her, the fire in his body seemed to gradually dissipate.

An indescribable calm slowly emanated from the bottom of his heart, and he felt her breath blowing in his heart, and he felt inexplicable...... Very down-to-earth.

Thinking of this, Fu Tingyuan was slightly stunned, he lowered his head and looked at Luo Nanchu's quiet sleeping face, and his eyes gradually deepened.

Something, rushing in a direction he couldn't control. And this loss of control, he can't stop it.

What's even more terrifying is that he doesn't want to stop it.

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The next day, at noon.

Bai Zhiyan asked Fu Tingyuan to eat.

In the western restaurant, Bai Zhiyan put down the knife and fork: "Ting Yuan, are you busy in the afternoon?" ”

Fu Tingyuan held on to the wine glass with indifferent eyebrows and took a sip of red wine: "It's okay." ”

The sun was shining in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, shining on the man's bright face, he was still young, but he already had the maturity and restraint that had been precipitated over the years. It is a stable temperament inherited from generations of children of a family.

Bai Zhiyan stared at the man in front of her, her cold eyebrows were stained with small hopes, and she smiled and said, "Then wait and walk with me for a while, right?" It's been a long time since I've been out shopping. ”

She worked in the hospital and was very busy, so she finally found an afternoon to invite Fu Tingyuan over for dinner.

Fu Tingyuan put down the red wine glass and glanced at Bai Zhiyan.

Bai Zhiyan felt a little nervous out of thin air.

Just when she thought that Fu Tingyuan would refuse, the man bowed slightly, and said slowly in a tone that was not light or serious: "Okay." ”

Bai Zhiyan smiled suddenly, at that moment it was really the melting of ice and snow, and the cold face was full of spring flowers, and even the men sitting next to him couldn't help but look back frequently.

However, the man opposite her seemed to be slightly puzzled, and his face was still light and lukewarm in the face of the warm smile of the cold beauty.

After lunch, Fu Tingyuan checked out, Bai Zhiyan took the man's arm, raised his head and looked at Fu Tingyuan with a smile: "Tingyuan, let's go shopping in the mall, shall we?" ”

Fu Tingyuan raised his head and looked at the luxury shopping mall opposite, something flashed in his eyes, he thought for a moment, and then nodded slowly.

Passing by the Cartier jewelry counter, Fu Tingyuan's eyes stopped in front of a bracelet, and he said to Bai Zhiyan: "It's your birthday in a few days, what do you like, pick and take a look." ”

Bai Zhiyan held his hand, and wanted to be coquettish and say that you help me choose, I like everything you pick.

But in front of Fu Tingyuan, she didn't dare to be petty at all, and lowered her head obediently to pick her favorite gift.