Fan's mother laughed.

"Look at you, your mind is not as delicate as other girls."

Fan Yi helplessly looked at the eye contact between the two needles in front of him, and began to wonder if he had been out of touch with society for a few years, and he couldn't even see the faces of others.

Mother Fan looked at Fu Xin, of course, it was not the first time she had seen her, it seemed to be a look, but in fact, she was just using this time to think about what she should say.

After a while, she spoke: "The little girl's name is Gao Qing, I remember." Thanks to you, Ah Yi also came out of the shadows, and he doesn't know if he is following his father, just like just now, his emotional intelligence is too low, and he will trouble you to take care of it more in the future. Ah Yi, you too, learn more about how to take care of girls, don't be a door god there. ”

"Hmm." Fan Yi, the door god, blocked all the words with one word.

Fu Xin wanted to laugh but could only hold back, just watching Fan Yi being taught by his mother how to take care of girls, and after ten minutes of long speech, he let the two of them go.

After entering the room, Fu Xin found that the room was much cleaner and brighter.

It turned out that he had opened the curtains, and he used to like to close the curtains, so that the room was dim and opaque, and it was boring to stay.

Now, he's letting the sun shine in.

Fan Yi opened the drawer, took out a bouquet of roses from it and handed it to her.

Fu Xin was a little surprised, opened his eyes and looked at it visually, just nine.

After receiving a handful of roses, she was a little happy: "When was it prepared?" ”

"Today, call someone to deliver it while you're not looking."

Fan Yi's happiness stems from her happiness.

He turned and pulled another scroll out of the drawer and held it to her.

Unfolded, it was a wedding photo - he was wearing a suit, her white wedding dress was swaying to the ground, the roses in the sky were falling on the holy wedding dress, his eyebrows were tender, and her smile was playful. The two did not hug or kiss, but just standing face to face and looking at each other, the picture was already extremely beautiful.

Fu Xin was stunned.

I have to say that Fan Yi's art skills are very strong, he can draw people to the effect of photo shooting, and every detail is extremely realistic.

"It's very beautiful." He said.

Fu Xin smiled: "Wang Po sells melons and boasts, right?" ”

Fan Yi hugged her casually: "Praise you." ”

Fu Xin: "Why are you praising me, there is no sugar for you to eat." ”

Fan Yi: "If you like it, you will praise you." ”

Fu Xin: "Tsk." ”

But after smacking him, she didn't know how to respond to his liking.

So she simply stood on tiptoe and leaned over to his lips and kissed him.

In the next second, all the pictures and roses were thrown on the table.

A kiss is deep.

......

"Host, congratulations, you've once again attacked the male god, why is the male god so good at it, it's really incomprehensible."

"You are the system, don't label yourself as a 'human'."

"Hey." The garbage system has an opinion, "It's too much to deceive people!" ”

As soon as the words came out, the system shut up, and it found that it casually said an idiom that it thought it had learned well, but it didn't even use it on itself.

It's too much bullying!

Fu Xin opened his mouth and said, "Do I have nine lives now?" ”

"In theory, that's true."

The system is a little cautious when it says this.

Nine health, it's not fast, it's not slow.

It's about to meet the big boss, and it's also very excited about the system in the position of a matchmaker. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~