Fu Ruoyu picked up the knife and fork in his hand, "Tsk, it's really sharp. It would definitely look better if it was stained with blood."
Fu Ruoyu sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. Xiao Mo's face resolutely appeared on the screen. Fu Ruoyu thought for a while, maybe today is a good day, so let you feel it. What is...
Fu Ruoyu took out his cell phone and said, "You can do what I asked you to do now."
Fu Ruoyu looked at Xiao Mo's face, his eyes were unclear, as if he was hiding something deep into his bones.
"Baby, of course the person I love is you. I'm about to take out my heart and give it to you. Don't you still believe it?"
"My dear, of course I believe it, but when can you marry her? She really wants to be with you blatantly, instead of being secretive like now."
A trace of sarcasm flashed across Fu Ling's eyes quickly, but he still said the most touching words of love: "Baby, I have already thought of another way. Is this why you distance yourself from me? I..."
A hint of hurt flashed in Fu Ling's eyes, and Ma Xinrong's face immediately turned to distressed. How could she not love the man in front of her.
Although it was indeed his money that he approached at the beginning, he gradually fell into his warmth.
"No, Aling, I understand that your sincerity towards me is because I am too petty. I shouldn't have said this, and it made you sad, Aling."
"What I'm sad about is not your small-mindedness, it's your love for me. How could I dislike it? What I'm sad about is that you don't believe my sincerity."
"Aling, I love you." Ma Xinrong said and kissed her. After a while, a blushing sound came from the room.
I am the dividing line between cute and cute.
afterwards
Fu Ling took out his lighter and started smoking. He looked at the woman sleeping next to him. It seemed that the smell of his cigarette was too strong. The woman frowned, but because she was too tired, she still did not smoke. wake up.
Fu Ling looked at the expression on the woman's face with fascination. Yes, yes, that's it. This look is the most like her. Sure enough, it's the way she looks most like her when she's quiet and silent. Fu Ling thought.
Fu Ling's cell phone rang. He took it out and saw some useless entertainment news. His cell phone was clearly on silent. Why did he think of it at this time? It must be because of her.
Fu Ling looked at the woman displeased. If she hadn't looked like that person, he wouldn't have kept her by his side. Don't he still know what this woman was thinking in her heart? She was greedy for vanity and had a few petty ideas. Just treat yourself as the smartest in the world
Now I want to blame him for his cleverness. He really hasn’t figured out his status yet...
Fu Ling's fingers rested on a poster, and he was lost in thought. His passionate peach blossom eyes seemed to be filled with a pool of spring water, and he had a pair of passionate peach blossom eyes that seemed to be filled with a pool of spring water. He bit his vermilion lips and had a youthful look on his face.
Fu Ling's eyes were almost red. How could he admit that he was mistaken about this face? It was clearly hers. These eyes were very much like hers back then.
She looked at him like this when they first met. He still remembered that it was early summer and the weather was not too hot. She was wearing a long white dress and holding a small flower umbrella. She smiled sweetly and said to him: "Classmate, Excuse me, where is the teaching building?"
(End of chapter)