It just so happened that at this time, there was a process of selling newspapers.

"News, news, big news, Miss Song and the big wolf dog of the Fu family are married, take a look, take a look, freshly baked big news."

The man next to Fu Shiqing said to the little guy next to him: "Don't go out and bring a newspaper for our Young Master Fu to come in." ”

"Holo."

The little guy ran out quickly, and soon brought in a newspaper.

"Give us a good look at Fu Dashao."

The little guy handed the newspaper to Fu Shiqing, "Fu Shao, give it." ”

Fu Shiqing snuffed out the cigar in his hand, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and glanced at the photo in the center of the newspaper, in which their wolf dog rhubarb was particularly conspicuous, especially the sign with the word Fu Shiqing written on the dog's neck.

When he saw the sign, Fu Shiqing's good-looking eyebrows narrowed slightly, and a very light laugh came out of his throat.

The little girl gossiped and said: "I just heard the boy who sells newspapers say that this photo was specially given to them by the wife in your family, and the most conspicuous layout was arranged. ”

The man next to him clapped his hands.

"Hahahaha, it's a little interesting, the bride in your family looks soft and weak, and it's quite ruthless to do things, Master Fu is still going to marry you after everyone is like this, go back quickly."

The cave room spends candle nights, don't let the little wife stay alone in the empty room. ”

Fu Shiqing snorted, "This yellow-haired girl thinks she can give me a horse?" It's not that you don't know that what I hate the most in my life is an arranged marriage, and since this marriage was made by her alone, let her go alone.

I wouldn't mind giving up my name to Rhubarb. ”

"You, you don't know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings, this eldest lady of the Song family is a famous beauty in Jiangcheng, you don't want to marry more people who want to marry, but don't chill the hearts of other little beauties."

Fu Shiqing leaned on the back of the chair indifferently and pointed to the woman singing on the stage.

"How's this red rose?"

"You love this, don't you?"

"Of course."

Fu Shiqing took a sip of wine, sat up straight, patted a wad of money on the table, and said to the waiter behind him: "Go, let your red roses come over and drink two glasses with me." ”

"Okay, Master Fu."

The singing woman was called down, she sat down next to her, and Fu Shiqing hooked her lips lightly.

His eyes fell on her red lips and he stretched out his hand, "It's so boring to sit there, come here, sit on my lap." ”

The woman half-pushed and half-pushed, "Master, there are many people here, and the red roses are shy." ”

"What are you ashamed of?" Fu Shiqing grabbed the woman's wrist, pulled her into his arms and sat down, the two of them were in an unusually intimate position, "New here?" ”

"Yes, sir, I'm on my first day of work today."

"No wonder I haven't seen you before, you sing so well, come, sing for Ye here."

"Master, I hate it."

When the two of them were flirting, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a strong light and shadow fell to the ground, and as the door was slowly opened, the light and shadow gradually spread.

A figure gradually peeled away in the intense white light.

Song Shiwei, who was wearing a red wedding dress, stood in the light, with black hair and red lips, as beautiful as a fox demon at night, and her eyes fell on Fu Shiqing's face after looking around for a week.

The eyes of the two men met in the air.

In an instant, it was like a landslide cracking silently in the air, and the atmosphere instantly cooled down.

The man sitting next to Fu Shiqing touched his arm.

Depend on!

This atmosphere.

It's horrible.

Mom, I'm going home......