Fu Chi put on his clothes in silence, and there was still some mist in his eyes.
On the slender neck, there is a faint trace of ambiguousness.
His knuckled fingers gently tugged at his clothes, and his strong and powerful chest was covered.
Chuzheng sat next to him like a boss, and he was about to smoke a cigarette afterward.
His gaze was on him without hesitation, looking at him wantonly, like a hunter observing his prey.
Cold, yet possessive.
Fu Chi could feel it.
like just now...
Fu Chi couldn't think about it. Thinking of those, he couldn't control himself and thought about it.
Fu Chi was extremely rational to suppress the memory just now.
He sorted out his clothes and turned on his mobile phone to see that someone kept calling him just now.
Seeing the familiar number, Fu Chi backed out.
He looked at Chuzheng: "Did you record it?"
"I'm not that perverted." Am I that kind of person? ! What a record of this kind of thing! !
What a misunderstanding of the good man card for me!
I am a good man with integrity!
"Last time you..."
"I was afraid that you would trouble me." Just in case you don't understand.
Afraid that he will make trouble
Normal people's thinking, why are girls at a disadvantage
Fu Chi thought about it, her thoughts were often different from normal people, so she felt that there was nothing wrong.
"I'm leaving."
Chuzheng looked at the time: "It's very late." What should I do if I go out so late and are spotted by criminals
In the end, I have to help.
Fu Chi seemed surprised: "You want to keep me?"
"No?" Chu Zheng said confidently.
"Okay." Fu Chi seemed to be waiting for Chuzheng's words, and he deserved it very quickly.
"… "
Oh you man!
So angry.
Chuzheng turned over and lay down, scratching his fingers on the pillow: "There are clothes in the closet, change them yourself."
Fu Chi glanced at the room, went to the closet and opened it, there were many clothes, including men's.
"Do you have men's clothes in your room?"
"Prepare for you."
The little flame in Fu Chi's heart was extinguished at once.
He took his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Lying refreshingly beside Chuzheng, he turned his head to look at Chuzheng, hesitated, or stretched out his hand and hugged Chuzheng from behind.
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Wu Tian opened the door and came in. He first probed his head and looked at it. He was relieved that he didn't see anyone.
Wu Fa pushed Wu Tian away and entered first.
Wu Tian was dissatisfied: "Why are you squeezing me!"
Wu Fa glanced at him, and took the things to the kitchen without saying a word. For a moment, there was the sound of ping pong pong.
Wu Tian snorted: "If you weren't my brother, I would have killed you long ago."
Wu Fa stuck out a face from the kitchen.
Wu Tian was silent for a moment.
When he turned his head, he saw the door to the bedroom opened, and the man came out in his home clothes. When he saw them, he nodded calmly.
Fu Chi entered the kitchen, Wu Fa quickly came out, took a cake, and sat down on the sofa.
"What is he doing in there?"
"Cook."
"He?" This little white face looked like he wasn't cooking at all!
I don't know where the boss got it...
Of course, Wu Fa doesn't seem to be good for cooking, but Wu Fa's cooking skills are not bad.
Fu Chi quickly made breakfast. Wu Tian waited for Fu Chi to carry the breakfast into the bedroom, and then ran into the kitchen.
As a result, Wu Tian was very depressed when he saw the empty kitchen.
He came out and looked at his brother who was eating the cake on the sofa: "Brother, continue."
"full."
"I'm still hungry!!" Wu Tian suddenly covered his mouth and glanced in the direction of the bedroom: "Do you want to starve your brother to death!!"
Wu Fa: "..."
Fu Chi left after half an hour.
Wu Tian felt that this man was not as uncomfortable as what he saw yesterday.
The way he looked yesterday...
Wu Tian feels goosebumps just thinking about it now.
"Boss, who is he?"
Chuzheng got stuck and said slowly, "Madam Boss."
"Ah?" Boss... Mother? mother! !
Wu Tian looked at his own brother.
My brother is a standard peasant squatting, playing mentally retarded games, and is not online at all.
Wu Tian: "…"
If it weren't for him, my brother would have lived for a few days!
"Recently moved, you pack up." Chu Zheng gave Wu Tian a card and an address: "You guys go here and find a place to live."
"Boss, do you want to live together?" Wu Tianxia said consciously.
"has a problem?"
"No, no." Wu Tian waved his hand.
Fu Chi is an activist. He told Chuzheng that the move was a few days away, and he informed her to move.
Chuzheng didn't have many things to bring, and Fu Chi over there was also very well prepared, with all the daily necessities.
So basically just bring a few pieces of clothes, and in the past it was a personal thing.
But Chuzheng asked Wu Fa and Wu Tian to bring those things from the original owner. Fu Chi knew it, and reserved a room for her to put these things.
Chuzheng turned over some manuscripts of the original owner.
Very inspirational work.
"You drew this?"
"… "
Chuzheng did not speak.
Fu Chi supported the writing desk next to him: "What kind of work do you do?"
Chu Zheng raised the manuscript in his hand.
"It won't make much money." Fu Chi said, "The two bodyguards you hired cost a lot of money."
Chuzheng put down the manuscript and turned to look at him: "I just want to ask my details now, is it too late?"
Fu Chi's tone was natural and relaxed: "Just to understand, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it."
He doesn't care what kind of past she has.
He knows where her future is and who to spend it with.
Chuzheng's eyes fell on him deeply, and Fu Chi kept his usual calmness and looked at her.
"Fu Chi, you make me a little..."
"how?"
Chuzheng squeezed her wrist, her expression rigorous and indifferent: "It's nothing."
I want to lock him up! !
I really want to! !
Fu Chi curled the corner of his lower lips and took her to another room: "This is the study room. I usually work here and broadcast live. If you want to use it, I can let you first."
Chuzheng saw the gadgets piled up in the room.
The finely crafted ornaments, each of which is lifelike, are no worse than those of the masters.
"How did you learn this?" Few young people can learn this kind of work with the heart.
Young people like strange and exciting things.
"It's inherited from the family." Fu Chi leaned against the bookshelf and played with a sculpture in his hand: "Fu Yi didn't want to learn, so I learned it."
"Oh." It's still family craftsmanship, it's amazing.
Chuzheng looked over the shelf.
His eyes fell on a decoration in the far corner.
It should be a unicorn. Compared with the rest, it does not look so good-looking, and it can even be said to be a bit ugly, with blood on it.
Fu Chi followed her line of sight.
"That was my first finished product." Fu Chi explained: "At the end, I accidentally scratched my hand and got blood."
First, there is always some commemorative significance.
So he kept it.
Fu Chi and Chuzheng talked a lot about carving. Chuzheng was a good listener. He didn't speak, but listened carefully and responded occasionally to let people know that she was listening.