Chapter 12: Little Crying Bag
There was a crystal clear teardrop hanging from her lower eyelashes, and if she couldn't fall off, her eyes were red.
"Are you repentant?" She subconsciously grabbed Fu Tingchuan's sleeve, and her voice trembled a little, "Don't you want me?" ā
Fu Tingchuan's inky eyes instantly darkened, and he stared at Song Nanai tightly, like a vicious beast, and he couldn't escape if he was stared at.
After a long time, the elevator opened with a "ding-" sound, and Fu Tingchuan said: "I don't want you." ā
He gave Song Nana a chance to regret it.
Song Nana burst into tears and laughed, she followed Fu Tingchuan out with a smile, her face was radiant.
But where Fu Tingchuan couldn't see, Song Nanai raised her eyebrows slightly, and her cat-like round pupils were dyed with a somewhat playful smile at this moment.
Fu Tingchuan's car was parked downstairs, Song Nana lowered her head to fasten her seat belt, and looked at him with a pair of beautiful eyes, "Where are we going?" ā
"Didn't you say you wanted to follow me?" Fu Tingchuan chuckled suddenly, he stepped on the accelerator, his voice was a little hoarse, "Of course it's to go to me." ā
There were not many cars on the road at this point, and half an hour later, Fu Tingchuan's car drove into a villa area and slowly stopped at nine of them.
Song Nana got out of the car and looked at the villa, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.
Fang Yihuating, the villa where Fu Tingchuan Jinwu is hidden.
The plot is broken.
She raised her eyebrows, and when she turned her head to look at Fu Tingchuan, she looked terrible again.
"You live here." He lifted his chin and motioned for Song Nana to stay in the second bedroom.
The villa has three floors, the second floor adds up to seven or eight rooms, but the third floor has only two, a master bedroom and a second bedroom.
Song Nana nodded, her eyes a little embarrassed to dodge.
Seeing this, Fu Tingchuan's eyes were much deeper, and he raised his hand to rub Song Nana's head, but Xie Qinghan's face was unconsciously revealed in his brain.
Fu Tingchuan made a move, and his eyebrows and eyes were dyed with anger again.
Song Nana looked at him puzzled, as if she was not white, why did Fu Tingchuan's face suddenly become so ugly.
Being looked at by such a pair of innocent and clear eyes, Fu Tingchuan's breath stagnated for a moment, and the anger between his eyebrows and eyes instantly dissipated.
He pulled his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and then said: "There is still something in the company, if you lack anything, call Assistant Yan, and I will send you the phone number." ā
As the words fell, he handed over another card.
"There's a million in the card, and the password is 192837."
Song Nana didn't answer.
She looked at Fu Tingchuan with tears in her eyes: "Do you think I just want your money?" ā
Fu Tingchuan frowned: "Huh? ā
"IāI'm just ......," she choked up, "I don't want your money anyway." ā
"Okay." Fu Tingchuan took the card back, since Song Nanai didn't want this card, then he would find another opportunity to put the money into her card.
Fu Tingchuan chuckled, looked at Song Nana's red nose, and suddenly reached out and pinched her face.
"Little crying bag."
Song Nana: "......" Damn.
But soon, she rubbed her eyes again, making herself look more like a little white flower, pitiful and helpless.
Fu Tingchuan tugged at the corners of his lips: "Then I'll go." ā
Song Nana looked at him reluctantly.
Fu Tingchuan: "......"
Only then did he lean down slightly, put his hands on Song Nana's shoulders, and looked at Song Nana's eyes, "I'll come to see you again in the evening, you're just sick, have a good rest." ā
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