Fu Zhen spit out one word: "Get out!" ”

Fu Min's expression remained unchanged, he stepped over the mess and walked simply.

"Xiao Min." Li Yuqing chased after him quickly, his posture was still elegant, "Listen to Sui Yu, you were allergic again a few days ago?" ”

"Well, it's okay already."

"Be careful, your body is important." Li Yuqing handed him the thermos bucket in his hand, "Every time I come, I can't eat a complete meal." ”

Fu Min didn't know how to describe his aunt.

Or should I call it a little mom.

His biological mother Li Xiqing is Li Yuqing's sister.

Fu and Li married in business, and Li Shiqing married Fu Zhen as the eldest daughter, and the two could maintain superficial harmony for the sake of family interests in the early stage.

Later, the quarrel became more and more serious, and in Fu Min's memory, the two barely talked properly.

When he was a teenager, Li Xiqing left the house for her first love and left.

Soon, Li Yuqing offered to marry her former brother-in-law, and gave birth to Fu Xian in the same year.

Li Yuqing is a well-known beauty, with good looks and constant suitors, but she chose such a character, and no one knows what she was thinking.

Fu Min took the thing and thanked him, and glanced at it, it was still a green vegetable porridge.

In the past, when he was sick and couldn't eat, Li Xiqing would personally cook this for him, that woman, ten fingers don't touch the spring water, only this kind of food.

Li Yuqing really spared no effort to keep a little trace of his biological mother's existence for him.

"The porridge has been cooked a long time ago, and the green vegetables have just been served, and they can be eaten after simmering for a while."

Fu Min lowered his eyes and lowered his emotions, opened his lips and said, "I'm sorry for what happened just now." ”

The woman smiled absentmindedly.

The mobile phone rang, and Fu Min looked at it: "There is something wrong with the company, I'll leave first." ”

"Okay, be careful on the road."

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Zhou Congee and Jiang Qiyan went to the gym.

The former practices yoga and the latter takes boxing lessons.

Jiang Qiyan pursues a sense of strength and enjoys sweating, which can make her feel the breath of her own life. She was a little distracted during the practice, and she was going to Zhao's house on the weekend, and she didn't know how her future mother-in-law would react when she saw her.

The one-hour class ended quickly, and Jiang Qiyan walked into the locker room to get clothes, and there was a woman holding her mobile phone to take pictures of something.

She was a little uncomfortable, frowning and covering the other party's camera: "What are you shooting in the locker room?" ”

Jiang Qiyan's cold face was a little scary, and the woman pursed her lips and put away her mobile phone unconvinced.

After packing up and going to the parking lot with Zhou Congee, Jiang Qiyan saw the woman get into a car, and the man in the car touched the woman's buttocks.

She squinted her eyes and confirmed, no wonder her heart was so familiar.

Zhou Congee: "What's wrong?" ”

Jiang Qiyan said: "Those two people have seen a little more recently. ”

It's the couple who knocked over her drink in the mall last time, it's too much of a coincidence.

Zhou Congee: "Acquaintance? ”

Jiang Qiyan shook his head: "It's been unpleasant twice." ”

"You're not being bullied, are you?"

Jiang Qiyan smiled: "How could it be." ”

"That's good. By the way, do you have time tomorrow? ”

"Rest. How so? ”

"Come with me to pick out a dress, and I'm going to a drinking party."

"Okay."

The next day, the mall.

The store manager was waiting at the door early.

When he saw Zhou Congee, he greeted him with a smile: "Miss Zhou, you are here." ”

"Well, are you ready?"

"Of course, please."

The dresses were prepared a long time ago, and according to Miss Zhou's preferences, I picked a few different styles.

Zhou Congee took a fancy to the light blue skirt, which was decorated with pearlescent embellishment, and there was some embroidery on the skirt, which was eye-catching but not tacky.

She has always had a very accurate vision, and when she changed her clothes and came out, Jiang Qiyan felt that her eyes lit up.

The weekly porridge is well proportioned, the skirt is slitted, and the slender legs are looming.

"Yes, it's a good fit for you."

"That's it." Zhou Congee asked the store manager, "What did I set before?" ”

The store manager hurriedly asked the clerk to bring it up, and it was a black long-sleeved off-the-shoulder dress.

"Yanyan, go and try."

"I don't need to participate."

"There's always a chance to use it. Give it a try. ”

Jiang Qiyan was as good as a stream, got up and entered the fitting room with the clerk.

When the curtain opened, the store manager and Zhou Congee were a little stunned.

The woman wore a slim-fitting fishtail dress with a light and comfortable fabric, showing off her proud figure to the fullest. She stood there, lazy and casual, as if she had been separated from all the hustle and bustle of the world.

Zhou Congee: "Take a turn and take a look." ”

Jiang Qi smiled solemnly, his eyebrows and eyes stretched, his calves kicked up the hem of his skirt, like a butterfly, spinning in the light, and then his right leg took a step back, bending his knees and ending with a princess salute, elegant and charming.

The clerk muttered, "It's beautiful." ”

A male voice also sounded at the door: "It's beautiful." ”