Lu Zimo took a deep breath and looked up at him with a half-smile: "Mr. Fu, don't forget, I'm a lunatic. Didn't you say that Dr. Gao would come over to see me today? You and I will sleep in the same room.
, a bed, aren’t you afraid that I might go crazy suddenly and strangle you to death at night?”
While speaking, she deliberately made a stranglehold on her neck: "A madman is not legally responsible for killing someone!"
Her eyes full of small pride are almost exactly the same as those of Lu Zimo back then.
Fu Yuanxi still clearly remembers her actions and eyes when he caught her applying ink on her forehead.
She looked at herself proudly like this, half-smiling: "Fu Yuanxi, I didn't mean it at all. Lao Tian has just looked at you many times. If you don't get up to listen to the class, he will definitely cause trouble for you again.
These are the inks! My pen happened to leak. By the way, you gave me this pen, so if I want to blame you, you should blame yourself!"
He looked a little dazed, and unconsciously raised his hand to touch Lu Zimo's cheek: "Momo, is it really you?"
Lu Zimo frowned slightly, and without saying a word, she slapped his hand away with a very unhappy expression on her face: "Fu Yuanxi, what are you going to do? Please respect yourself!"
As she spoke, she stood up and kept some distance from him.
The deep affection in this man's eyes was so strong that it scared her. She was not his beloved wife and could not bear this deep affection.
Being bullied by Murong once in her life was enough. She would never fall in love with anyone again, nor would she trust any man again.
Only then did Fu Yuanxi come back to her senses, feeling a little annoyed that she had just lost her composure.
What's wrong with him? Lu Zimo is obviously dead, and the person in front of him is Fang Zimo, but why do he find that similar feeling in her again and again.
He would mistake her for Lu Zimo!
He looked at the other person, turned around and sat back in his seat: "I'm sorry, I just lost my temper!"
Lu Zimo watched him retreat, then slowly sat down and started eating again.
The atmosphere in the restaurant became a little depressing.
Lu Zimo remembered her plan, and after taking a few bites of bread absent-mindedly, she said tentatively: "Well, Fu Yuanxi, I want to go out to choose furniture today, and my previous clothes are out of date, so I want to buy them.
clothing!"
As long as she can leave the Fu family, she is sure to get rid of these servants of the Fu family. Although she does not have an ID card, it is always possible to charter a car back to Yucheng.
The wedding ring she always wears is handmade and custom-made overseas. It is worth a lot of money, enough to pay the fare.
As long as I return to Yucheng and see my parents, everything will be solved.
After hearing her words, Fu Yuanxi was a little surprised: "You want to go out to choose furniture and buy clothes?"
Lu Zimo nodded and said in a firm voice: "Yes, in the past five years, women's clothing styles have changed rapidly. These clothes are all out of date. And the furniture in the master bedroom is so ugly.
Fu Yuanxi, are you so stingy that you don't even agree to these small requests of mine?"
Shi Shi, who had been eating silently just now, treating himself as an invisible person, finally couldn't help complaining in his heart: "Young mistress, is this a small request? The furniture in the master bedroom wedding room seemed to have cost hundreds of dollars to decorate.
Ten thousand.
Many people probably won't be able to earn so much money in their lifetime, so it's better for you to just change it."
Thinking of this, he looked at Fu Yuanxi with dissatisfaction, hoping that the young master would refuse the young mistress's request.
However, who would have known that his usually wise and wise young master would now say in a very arrogant manner: "You are right, I didn't think it through well. After breakfast later, I will accompany you to choose furniture and buy clothes."