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The woman who came out of the door was wearing a pink and white floral gauze three-quarter skirt, revealing her firm and white calves, her slender waist, her red lips slightly raised, and she blew a sweet kiss to the door.
¡°My dear, I¡¯m leaving then, remember to miss me~~~¡±
Only then did he turn around, just as he was about to put on his reflective sunglasses.
Then his eyes collided with Song Qinrong's.
The woman's movements paused, her amber eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at the other person up and down, with a hint of aloofness and pride flashing in the corner of her eyes.
"Student?" This question was asked to Chen Yan.
Chen Yan nodded awkwardly.
The woman raised her lips and smiled, then put on her sunglasses and left.
The corridor was extremely quiet for a moment.
Chen Yan only felt that the temperature around him had dropped.
He turned around cautiously and looked at Song Qinrong.
The other person¡¯s eyebrows were downcast, and there was no expression on his face.
She joined the class temporarily and doesn¡¯t have a school uniform yet.
She always wears simple sweatshirts and jeans every day. The quality of the clothes can be seen with the naked eye, but when they are worn on her, there is always an indescribable smell.
Her skin is cold white, and the colder it gets, the whiter it becomes. Now it is so white that you can see the slightly blue blood vessels underneath. The eyes hidden behind the lenses are so deep and misty that it is impossible to see the bottom at a glance.
Chen Yan was so scared that he almost peed.
"Miss Song, youdon't get me wrong."
¡°Mom, he just said that the Fourth Young Master would take off his clothes!
Song Qinrong nodded and pointed to the office door: "Can you go in now?"
"Ah?" Chen Yan blinked blankly, "but, yes!"
Song Qinrong walked in directly.
Fu Sichen was sitting on a chair, his cuffs rolled up, his slender fingers holding a delicate spoon, and he was slowly drinking the soup in front of him.
Seeing her come in, a hint of surprise flashed across Fu Sichen's usually calm eyes (?).
"How did you come?"
Song Qinrong looked calm and asked instead of answering: "Is your hand ready?"
He ladles the soup with his left hand.
Fu Sichen raised his eyebrows.
¡°I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s because Song Qinrong took the corrective measures for him when the bone fracture first occurred. Now only a week has passed, and he can hardly feel the pain anymore
No!
Whether your hands are good or not, is this the important thing? ? ?
Didn¡¯t she run into Fu Shiying head-on?
Can¡¯t you see what he is drinking now?
"The bone soup is very fragrant, but drinking this won't hurt your hands." Song Qinrong knocked on the table.
Hearing the other party mention soup, Fu Sichen's eyebrows lifted, and his whole face became obviously happy.
Ahhhhhh, finally mentioned soup.
He tried hard to restrain the corners of his mouth that wanted to raise in a convulsive manner, and his voice was low but he still couldn't hide his pleasure: "After all, it is her intention."
Now that we¡¯ve reached this point, it¡¯s time to ask who the woman who just went out is!
Then you can get jealous!
Fu Sichen¡¯s eyes flashed with fanatical expectation.
Song Qinrong was about to take out the acupuncture bag when she stopped.
Her thoughts?
Thinking of the woman she bumped into outside the door just now, she once again remembered the phone call Fu Sichen had answered in the restaurant.
Song Qinrong¡¯s memory has always been very good.
Although she only heard that sound once.
But she could still tell that the owner of the voice was the woman who blew a kiss to Fu Sichen today.
Song Qinrong raised her eyes slightly, and there was no trace of confusion in her black and white eyes.
But it¡¯s inexplicably disturbing.
She glanced casually and saw that there was only a bowl of soup on the table without a cup.
??Especially that one, the style is the same as hers, it is also heart-shaped, the color may be bluea couple cup.
Not at all.
Song Qinrong¡¯s lip lines were tight. After a while, she chuckled: ¡°Yeah.¡±
Then he turned around and walked out of the door.
Looking at the figure of the other party who decided to leave without saying a word.
Fu Sichen was stunned on the spot.
"Um"?
What does "um" mean?
?Is she jealous?
??Is this what jealousy looks like?
Shouldn¡¯t you be jealous, and ask him whether he loves you or not, while making small fists and moaning, crying?
Why is there no expression on the girl¡¯s face?
Fu Sichen was completely down.
Chen Yan, who was guarding the door, watched Song Qinrong lower his head and leave without saying a word.
Immediately I leaned against the wall, feeling a little breathless.
I¡¯ll just say it!
Just say you want to take it off!
¡¡
Fu Shiyingpingting gracefully walked to the parking lot, opened the car door, and got in at lightning speed.
¡°Then he was instantly discouraged. He took off his high heels and lay down in the back seat.
"My sister-in-law is quite pretty, and I don't know what kind of monster my fourth brother is, so he insists on making such a show. Damn, it's fine as long as "Nian Tong" is mine anyway!"
She said happily to herself.
Thinking of this, she had an idea and seemed to have thought of something. She took out her mobile phone and made a call.
After a few rings, the other party pinched it off.
??Fu Shiying was in a good mood today, and she had the rare patience to call again.
It wasn¡¯t until the fifth call that the call was finally connected.
Fu Yan¡¯s impatient voice came from the other side: ¡°What are you doing?¡±
Fu Shiying didn't care about his attitude and said excitedly: "There is good news. I think it is necessary to share it with you."
"Let it go." Fu Yan's tone was indifferent, obviously not interested.
Fu Shiying chuckled: "Fourth brother just agreed to give me "Nian Tong"!"
"Have you finished speaking? Just get out of here and don't bother me??? What the hell did you say?" Fu Yan's voice suddenly rose to a pitch that almost penetrated her eardrums.
Fu Shiying laughed so hard that her eyes almost disappeared: "I said, "Nian Bong" will be mine from now on. You, don't take any chances with it"
Before she could finish speaking, the phone was hung up instantly.
Fu Shiying didn¡¯t care at all and threw away her phone happily.
Ah, it really makes people happier if they base their happiness on the pain of others!
¡¡
Fu Yan cut off the phone call and ran to Fu Sichen's office without saying a word.
"Fourth brother, fourth brother!"
He shouted and ran, straight to the door of the office.
Chen Yan was still leaning outside the door and refused to go in. When he saw Fu Yan approaching, he stood up straight and asked, "What's wrong, Fifth Young Master?"
Fu Yan ignored him and just pushed the door open.
But found that the door was locked.
Fu Yan was so anxious that he knocked on the door: "Fourth brother, did you really give "Nian Tong" to Fu Shiying? Why! What's the use of giving it to her? She doesn't know how to appreciate it at all. Fourth brother"
Fu Yan¡¯s voice was almost hoarse.
Chen Yancai on the side woke up from a dream: "Fifth Young Master came here because of the "Nian Bong"?"
Fu Yan was shocked: "You know this? Oh, yes, you are next to Fourth Brother, you must know it! Then tell me, why did Fourth Brother give the painting to Fu Shiying for no reason?"
Chen Yan immediately twitched his lips bitterly: "Isn't it because the Third Miss just performed a play with the Fourth Young Master, and successfully made Miss Song angry"
"For Song Qinrong?" Fu Yan keenly grasped the key point.
It¡¯s Song Qinrong again?
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