I don’t know if it’s because of Fu Jingchen’s greeting in advance. The servants at home are extremely polite when they see her.
When the news about her and Fu Jingchen came out, there was a mess outside.
The reporters searched for Su Yao all over Beicheng, but Su Yao was hiding in the room of Fu Jingchen’s house at this time, putting together puzzles and hiding leisurely.
At night, someone knocked on the door.
Su Yao lay on the bed, looked at the puzzle, and said in a cool voice without looking back: “Please come in.”
The door was pushed open with a squeak, and Su Yao looked back with a smile on her lips.
I thought it was the servant who had something to do with her, but I didn’t realize…
“Mr. Fu.”
Su Yao sat up and looked at him.
Doesn’t he usually come to live here? Why did you come back today.
Fu Jingchen stepped forward and asked calmly, “you look so frightened, do you not want to see me?”
“No, no, I was just a little surprised. I thought you wouldn’t come back.”
“The situation is special these few days. I just had an affair with you. If I go to stay in a hotel, it will inevitably come true.”
Su Yao raised her eyebrows slightly.
So, they are going to live together in the near future?
How embarrassing that is.
Seeing her expression, Fu Jingchen bent over and approached her.
Thinking of the picture of the two taking pictures together in the hotel today, Su Yao became nervous, and slowly leaned back to keep a little distance from him.
Fu Jingchen clenched his lips: “what, are you afraid of me?”
“No,” Su Yao shook her head, hiding the tension in her heart.
Even so, Su Yao felt very strange.
Obviously, she also got along with Mo Xi during the annual vacation before.
But when I was with moxinian, I was more comfortable and could do whatever I wanted.
But facing Fu Jingchen at this moment, she actually has a sense of oppression. What kind of strange emotion is this.
Fu Jingchen didn’t leave because of this, but moved forward.
Su Yao’s heart beats out of rhythm.
Isn’t their relationship an agreement?
This Mr. Fu… what is he trying to do?
Su Yao leaned back, her waist was a little stiff.
“Mr. Fu…”