Su Lingqing had nothing to do with Fu Yingcheng, she just came here to gossip. How could two grown men just sit and let the little girl do her work, so they went to compete with her.
Actually I didn't grab it.
Ji Fanling looked like he was about to fight, and raised his chin: "Tell me, do you think you can't trust me?"
Su Lingqing: "...That's not what you mean."
Fu Yingcheng looked at him lightly and motioned him not to grab him. Su Lingqing said to him The two were confused about how they got along, so they had to follow Fu Yingcheng to the balcony.
When passing by the living room, Su Lingqing was startled by the rabbit again.
So big!
...
It's hard to imagine what kind of trouble the little girl must have made. Only then did Fu Yingcheng relent and let this rabbit, which didn't fit his taste at all, come into his home.
The temperature on the balcony is lower than the rest of the house. The moonlight shines through the cold window and spreads a thin layer on the marble.
Su Lingqing stretched her legs and sat on the recliner. She endured it again and again, but finally said, "I said, can you take her to get a haircut?"
Fu Yingcheng glanced at him silently.
"Her hair is too long. She should take care of it and make it look more layered. And these clothes..."
"Give her a change too? It's better to give her all the clothes from all four seasons, and she won't be allowed to find a job. , let her go back to school, eat and live in my house, I will provide living expenses, and I will pick her up and drop her off wherever she goes. When she is admitted to college, I will buy a house near the school?" Fu Yingcheng said coldly.
Su Lingqing: "..."
Su Lingqing: "That is indeed a bit outrageous. You are not her biological father."
Besides, I just asked you to give her a haircut. How the hell did that long list appear out of thin air.
Fu Yingcheng stopped talking and just stood in front of the window, looking at the scattered lights among the buildings in the distance.
"What is your relationship?" Su Lingqing asked.
After being silent for a long time, Fu Yingcheng whispered: "It doesn't matter."
"What the hell are you talking about? It doesn't matter, how can you take someone home to live in?" Su Lingqing sneered.
The thick darkness of night was like a rising tide, slowly flooding Fu Yingcheng's eyes: "...Don't ask."
Su Lingqing blinked and sat up straight: "Hey, are you angry? I'm just curious. She wouldn't be so protective at first glance. "
No.
It's just that when others look at something that has been lost and found, they feel uneasy and instinctively want to hold on tightly.
Unrepressible irritability.
The irritability of wanting to do everything but being unable to do anything.
Just like this time ten years ago.
The news of the girl's disappearance in a car accident was overwhelming, and the class was buzzing with discussions. Even during evening self-study, low-pitched discussions were pervasive from all directions.
"Have you read the news? Ji Fanling hasn't been found yet."
"It's been more than half a month. He must be dead... Didn't she still have a boyfriend in the International Department, the singing Cheng Jiali?" "
I don't know if Cheng Jiali How sad."
"I saw Cheng Jiali crying a while ago, and many girls comforted him. "
...
The young man sat in the class with countless whispers, and his usually straight back was bent a little by the invisible weight.
When she died, someone could justifiably cry.
Some people could only sit quietly. After a long time, they realized that the thick black ink from the tip of the pen had spread wantonly on the paper.
——Like crazy longing and pain.
...
"Not angry, that's my problem." Fu Yingcheng's Adam's apple moved and he threw the cigarette and lighter to him.
Su Lingqing smiled with her eyes bent, holding a cigarette in her mouth and lighting it up.
"By the way, some of us are really sick of the German food. Do you know that Chuantengfu is a new restaurant on Fuxing Road?"
Su Lingqing exhaled the smoke and found a lighter topic, "I booked a private room on the third floor. Tomorrow Mr. Fu will also be present in the evening?"
"I understand." Fu Yingcheng replied, "It's up to you."
Chapter 13 Jealousy [Three-in-One]
The next morning and afternoon, Ji Fanling attended another interview. It didn't go well, but the afternoon ended late, and she didn't have time to eat, so she hurried to Chuanteng Mansion on Fuxing Road.
Chuantengfu was originally a famous Sichuan restaurant in Sichuan, but it recently opened a branch in Beiwan.
As soon as you walk in, the authentic spicy aroma hits your face.
Ji Fanling went up to the third floor, searched around, and found Cheng Jiali sitting on the two-person seat by the window.
Four dishes have been served on the table. The man is sitting alone at the table. He has a thick face and is wearing headphones and looking down at his mobile phone.
Until Ji Fanling walked over, Cheng Jiali took off his headphones and his eyes brightened when he raised his head: "Are you here?"
Ji Fanling stretched out her hand to him, but Cheng Jiali directly held her hand: "Why are your hands like this?" "Cool?"
Ji Fanling: "...Where are the beads?"
"Why do you look like a debt collector?"
Cheng Jiali laughed nasally: "If you don't tell me who you are, how can I give you this thing?" "
Is the thing here with you?" Ji Fanling raised his voice.
Seeing that she was anxious, Cheng Jiali said with a smile: "Okay, it's not like I won't give it to you."
He took out the string of beads from his pocket and shook it: "Well, it should be the thread inside. It's broken due to aging. I'll find someone to repair the broken spot."
Ji Fanling took it and recognized that it was indeed her own bead string. She put it around her wrist twice: "Thank you."
She turned to leave. Hearing Cheng Jiali's sound again,
he turned around and saw the man looking at her with a smile under the light: "Say thank you and leave?"
Ji Fanling looked at him: "...Then what else do you want?" "
Come here, come and have dinner with me." Cheng Jiali motioned to the seat opposite him.
"I'm not hungry..." Ji Fanling just started to speak, but his stomach suddenly made a loud protest: "Gululu..."
The smile in Cheng Jiali's eyes became more obvious, and he raised his eyebrows carelessly: "Aren't you hungry? "