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Fu Zhiyu lifted the box containing desserts: "I brought you something delicious." โ€

She guessed that the big guy liked sweet as much as she did, otherwise she wouldn't have snatched the sugar-filled shrimp porridge with her last time.

Looking at the two beautifully packaged boxes, Lu Qingsheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes flashed slightly.

"Thank you."

The young man's voice was clear and good, Xu basically didn't say these two words, and it sounded a little jerky.

Hearing this, Fu Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately, and replied a little hurriedly: "No, you're welcome, angry." โ€

The big guy would say thank you to her? It's going to rain red!

Mrs. was so pleasantly surprised!

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It's Saturday again, Fu Zhiyu doesn't have to take ballet class today, she practices in the dance studio on the third floor as usual.

After practice, she wiped her sweat and walked out of the dance studio.

Suddenly, she noticed that the door next to the dance studio was open, walked in, and found that Wu's mother was cleaning inside.

This is her piano room, but she has never come in, but Wu's mother still cleans it often.

The piano room is designed with floor-to-ceiling windows, through which the warm yellow sunlight shines obliquely on the floor, leaving a dark and bright line.

The piano room was very empty, and the huge room had only the piano in the middle.

Fu Zhiyu suddenly found that the lighting in this room was very good, and the room was also large, so he only needed a little transformation to let the big guy move here.

Fu Zhiyu said that she would do it, she called the housekeeper and asked the housekeeper to find someone to design and renovate the piano room.

At first, the housekeeper was surprised, thinking that Fu Zhiyu was just a whim, and he might regret it after the transformation, so he refused to agree to the transformation, but in the end he compromised under Fu Zhiyu's strong request.

The design of the room is according to Lu Qingsheng's preferences described in the original book, and the main colors of the walls and various furniture are black, white and gray, but Fu Zhiyu felt that it was too monotonous, so he put some bright small objects in the room and added some green plants that were easy to raise.

By the time everything was ready, it was twilight.

Fu Zhiyu came to the small attic excitedly, this time the door of the small attic was closed, and she was afraid that there would be the embarrassing scene of seeing his chest muscles last time, so she knocked politely.

Fu Zhiyu waited for a while, but the door didn't open, so she raised her hand and knocked again, but it still didn't open.

She was a little confused, the door was unlocked, and she pushed it open.

The room was dark, no light was coming in, nothing could be seen in the darkness.

A crisp voice sounded in the small space: "Lu Qingsheng, are you there?" โ€

Quiescence.

Except for the sound of his own breathing, Fu Zhiyu couldn't hear any other sound.

There was no one in the house.

Fu Zhiyu had already finished her piano lesson in the morning, thinking that she would have nothing to do later, so she waited in the room for the big guy to come back.

She played a few games, played Fighting Landlords, Snakes, Elimination, and read novels for a long time, but she was quite bored.

At half past ten in the evening, it was already her sleepy point, but the big guy hadn't come back yet.

I can't hold it anymore......

As soon as Lu Qingsheng came in from the door, turned on the light, and saw a petite figure lying on the edge of his bed, which was not very big.

Half of her delicate and pretty face was exposed to the air, and her fair and delicate skin was like a shelled egg, which could be broken by blowing, but it still had no ruddy color.

Looking at the unsuspecting sleeping girl, Lu Qingsheng pursed two thin lips, and his eyes were slightly constricted.

"Well......" seemed to sense that someone was watching her, and the girl lying on the edge of the bed moved, smashed her mouth, and turned in another direction, facing the person at the door with the back of her round head.

Lu Qingsheng: "......"

He approached her slowly, silently, his dark eyes unrecognizable.

Through the eyelids, you can see that the girl's eyes are rolling, and the corners of her mouth are slightly upturned, as if she is having a sweet dream.

"Uh-huh." The girl moved again, unaware of the fact that her head was half exposed outside the bed, and her little head was shaking as if it would fall in the next second.

"Brushโ€”"

Just as the girl's head fell, Lu Qingsheng quickly reached out and grabbed the girl's little head, and then slowly put her head firmly on the bed.

Lu Qingsheng glanced at Fu Zhiyu, who had no sign of waking up at all, turned around and sat at the desk, turned on the computer, and soon, all that remained in the dilapidated hut was the continuous clicking sound of fingertips tapping on the keyboard.

After a long time, the room was quiet again.

The young man sitting in front of the computer sighed helplessly and stood up, his long body almost blocking the dim light.

He walked up to Fu Zhiyu step by step, and in the next second, he picked her up, then lay her firmly in the center of the bed, and covered the quilt for her by the way.

At this moment, there was a hurried knock outside the door, with a clear voice and an anxious tone: "Miss, Miss, are you there?" โ€

The sound from outside was not small, and it could be heard through the door.

Lu Qingsheng frowned and opened the door.

"Raising ...... Lu ......"

When Guoguo saw Lu Qingsheng, he didn't know what to call for a while.

If it was before, she would definitely follow Miss to shout about her adopted son, but recently, Miss's attitude towards this adopted son has not been too much, and she will definitely not be able to shout like before.

In the end, Guoguo chose to avoid the title: "Is my young lady here?" โ€

Lu Qingsheng just opened the door ajar, and he was so tall that he almost blocked her entire view, so she couldn't see the situation inside the house at all.

Lu Qingsheng pursed his lips, he glanced at the bed, the girl was sleeping peacefully, her small body curled up, and only took up a small part of the space.

"Not there."