Chapter Seventy-Seven: The National Idol Is a Shopaholic (17)
"Knock Knock Knock ......"
The continuous knocking sounded again, and Fu Zixuan picked up the badminton racket in the corner in horror and moved to the door in small steps.
If she pleads guilty, will Sister Xiao be tolerant and spare her life?
Confess leniently, resist strictly, in order to go home for the New Year, she has to be honest.
Moreover, the badminton racket is light in weight and has a wide range, so it shouldn't hurt much when hitting the meat!
"Knock Knock Knock ......"
The third knock on the door sounded, and the sound of the knock showed the impatience and mania of the knocker, Fu Zixuan swallowed her saliva in fear, and her white and tender fingers trembled and put it on the handle.
Don't hit her, don't hit her......
"Hello, is it Ms. Fu?
"Sister Xiao, I ...... wrong"
Before the fourth knock on the door, Fu Zixuan quickly opened the door, bent over without raising her head to admit her mistake, her back had just bent to fifteen degrees, and a thick male voice came from her ears.
Fu Zixuan looked up in surprise and saw a little brother in yellow standing in front of her, carrying a large bag of steaming food in his hand.
Hahaha, takeaway guy!
Thank God for saving her life!
Hey, she just said, the laughing demon king said that twenty minutes later, it must be twenty minutes later, and it will never be early.
"Ms. Fu, your takeaway. ”
The takeaway brother stared at Fu Zixuan, who was frightened for a while, surprised for a while, and kept changing her face, with a few lines of speechless lines on her forehead.
What's the matter with this man?
It can't be psychotic!
Quietly taking two steps back, the takeaway brother smirked and handed the takeaway to Fu Zixuan, turned around and ran.
The customers who order food are too scary, the delivery of food is risky, and if you want to survive, you have to run.
"Hey, the sprint champion still delivers takeaways, but what does he run, can I still eat him!
Looking at the little brother who ran away quickly, Fu Zixuan shook her head in disgust, carried the takeaway, and closed the door.
Sister Xiao estimates that she will not come back until a while, she will eat first and then talk about it!
Regardless of hell torture or double repression, as long as you are well fed, you are not afraid of anything.
Placing the rich breakfast on the table one by one, Fu Zixuan carried a small bench, held a mobile phone, sat at the dining table in a regular manner, borrowed a mobile phone holder to support the mobile phone, clicked on Weibo, and checked the comments of netizens.
[My Big Baby]: Xuanxuan baby, Meimeida, the first beauty in the universe.
[Xuanxuan's little cutie]: Wow, my Xuanxuan has a good taste, and she buys all big names.
[Xuanxuan is the most beautiful]: Xuanxuan, who is beautiful and has a lot of money, is synonymous with white and rich beauty.
[Xuanxuan is my wife]: Ahhhh
[Upstairs Rolling Rough]: Upstairs Rolling Rough, Xuanxuan is mine, and no one can snatch it away.
[The first beauty in the universe]: Xuanxuan's side face kills, I'm too good!
......
chewing xiaolongbao expressionlessly, Fu Zixuan's good-looking willow eyebrows frowned into small twists.
Are they really her fans?
I'm sure it's not a black fan, and I clearly mean to praise her, but how do she think it's connotating her.
lowered his head and drank a sip of Hu spicy soup, took the fritters placed next to the xiaolongbao, and swiped the mobile phone screen with his unoiled hands, watching the vicious curse of black powder.
To be honest, she was really curious about how human language could be so overwhelming to the point that she couldn't understand.
There are some swear words, she has never heard of them, she has never seen them, and she often looks at the comments, which is conducive to expanding her knowledge.
[Fu slut get out of the entertainment industry]: Netizens who hate Fu Zixuan, please follow the name.
[Fu Bailian is a dog thing]: Fu spicy chicken, ugly to the point.
[Ugly people are so weird]: I look so ugly, I am not afraid of scaring people when I go out, and I don't know how many times my chin is round, so sharp that I can pierce my chest.
[Plastic Surgery Monster Fu Zixuan]: A gloomy plastic surgery monster with an ugly face.
......
Is she ugly?
Putting down the chopsticks in confusion, Fu Zixuan held her smooth face with both hands and shook her head in confusion.
This session of netizens is not good!
The vision is terrible, and she actually says that she is ugly, and people who are so harsh as Sister Xiao think that her beauty is unmatched, and they actually say that she is ugly.
Speechless!
But how will she ask for forgiveness?
Suddenly, her heart was so congested that she couldn't eat, Fu Zixuan stared at the slightly warm breakfast with a tangled expression, and she was not interested for a while.
Sell cuteness and pretend to be pitiful or sprinkle and roll and pretend to be fierce?
I'm afraid it won't work, she has a lot of criminal records, and she must have Chen Tuixin.
"Knock knock!"
The knock on the door before death came suddenly, Fu Zixuan's delicate face twitched uncontrollably, forced out a smile, and ran to the door very quickly.
"Woo woo, Sister Xiao, you're finally here, I'm ......"
"What about crying and mourning?"
As soon as I entered the door, I heard her cry and shout, is this a change of trick?
"Sister Xiao, they scolded me, said I was a broom star, and said that I was ugly, woo woo, I don't want to live anymore. ”
Her eyes were red, her moist eyes were like rabbit's red eyes, Fu Zixuan lowered her head and sobbed, crying low and loud, as if she was full of grievances and resentment and had nowhere to tell.
Xiao Zifeng's calm and waveless eyes flickered slightly, his breath was weak, and he stretched out his arms to wrap around the poor Fu Zixuan.
She would not have pity if she howled loudly, but the kitten seemed to whine and clung deeply to her unbreakable heart.
Hey, a good-looking person, she has never been resistant!
Gently comforting Fu Zixuan, Xiao Zifeng was about to say comfort, when he suddenly smelled a smell of spicy soup, his eyes looked sharply at the messy dining table, his red lips pursed slightly, and his whole body revealed an unswerving breath.
The breakfast is very rich and the mood is very good!
The broad palm gently patted Fu Zixuan's trembling back, and Xiao Zifeng took out the mobile phone from his pocket with one hand.
"Zixuan, is the spicy soup delicious?"
"Not bad!"
"Do fritters smell?"
"It's okay!"
"Are you sad?"
"No! I ......"
Suddenly realizing that he had fallen into the pit, Fu Zixuan hurriedly broke away from Xiao Zifeng's embrace.
For a moment, she felt like she was in the middle of a tiger.
"Yesterday's incident, I don't ask, but what I said before will not change, in five years, you will not have a holiday. ”
"Sister Xiao, I ......"
"Huh?"
Sensing Xiao Zifeng's cruel gaze, Fu Zixuan silently swallowed what she wanted to say.
She is pitiful, pitiful and has no money, she is often oppressed, and she has no complaints!
"Pack up, I'll take you to the audition. ”
"Audition? movie or TV series, what to wear, do I need to wear heavy makeup?"
"Idol drama, simple and bright, with clean makeup. ”
......
"Sister Xiao, I've never acted, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you when I audition. ”
Rubbing her thumb up and down against the script, Fu Zixuan lowered her head embarrassedly.
She doesn't seem to be very good at other business skills except for her beauty!
Singing is average, dancing is average, acting has not yet been practiced, but it must be decent, will Sister Xiao dislike her?
"Aren't you usually good at acting? crying, making trouble, and hanging yourself, which one of you can't?"
looked sideways at Fu Zixuan, who was like a quail, and laughed at Zifeng's cool mockery.
If she is willing to use dim sum and listen to her, her business ability will be so poor?
"Sister Xiao, I'm ...... Isn't it predetermined?"