Qiao Sheng was forced back by his sudden wall blow and had no way to dodge. His breath was filled with the strong hormonal smell of men. He was shocked and panicked, "No, I didn't hide."
She just doesn't know how to face it for a while...
"Didn't hide?"
Fu Zijun stared at her with a pair of dark and profound eyes, and said word by word:
"He ran away three days ago. He went upstairs when he saw me when he came back last night. He ran away when he saw me in the flower shop today! It was the same thing just now!"
"This doesn't count as hiding? So what counts as hiding? You are thousands of miles away from me?"
Qiao Sheng was startled.
Obviously, he didn't expect that he had hid so many times... He was speechless and embarrassed for a moment: "I... wasn't I uncomfortable?"
"What's uncomfortable?" Fu Zijun looked at her with deep eyes and declared in a serious tone:
"I have thought clearly. Now that I have brought the matter out in the open, I don't have to hide anymore in the future."
"From today on, I will pursue you seriously until the day you fall in love with me."
Qiao Sheng: "???"
"Wha, what?"
He wants to pursue her?
"Third Young Master? Are you kidding me?"
Fu Zijun looked at her and said in a determined and serious tone: "I'm serious."
"Okay, since I have something to do, let's go up first. See you tomorrow."
Before Qiao Sheng could react, he nodded dully and with difficulty pulled out one word with his dry lips: "Okay."
After saying that, she went upstairs in panic.
Sitting on the sofa, my whole mind is confused...
Before he could react to the fact that he liked her, he suddenly announced that he would pursue her...
Deadly!
downstairs.
Fu Zijun stood on the balcony, lit a cigarette and started smoking.
The image of Qiao Sheng who had just been at a loss appeared in his mind, his eyes darkening.
But as a man, if you say it, you say it, if you like it, it’s no big deal!
...
the next morning.
When Qiao Sheng came downstairs, he saw a variety of breakfasts on the table, including delicious beef noodles, steamed buns, egg dumplings, chicken porridge, hot milk...
Each plate was beautifully arranged, and there was a beautiful bouquet of flowers placed next to the table.
You can tell at a glance that they put the utmost care into it.
But Fu Zijun's tall figure was busy in the kitchen, and she was extremely surprised: "Third Young Master? Why did you get up so early?"
He met her gaze with a deep gaze and said seriously: "If you want to win a woman's heart, you must first conquer her stomach and become your personal chef. This is of course the first step."
Qiao Sheng: "..."
When she thought of this, she felt nervous, embarrassed, and uncomfortable.
Fu Zijun moved the beef noodles in front of her: "You like noodles, try how they taste."
Qiao Sheng is incredible, he actually knows what she likes to eat?
Looking at the breakfast on the dining table, I suddenly realized that everything was her favorite.
She was confused for a moment, but she pretended to be calm, "Well, thank you."
Fu Zijun watched her lowering her head to eat noodles, picked up the tea egg, carefully peeled off the shell, put it on a plate, and handed it to her.
After that, he put the tissue in her hand.
His actions can be described as careful and gentlemanly, gentle and considerate.
Qiao Sheng couldn't help feeling embarrassed, and the little deer bumped around.
Although these are all small things, the smaller the things, the more they can reflect a man's demeanor and attentiveness.
He is really... too easy to move women...
This breakfast ended awkwardly.
Qiao Sheng ate in a hurry and got ready to go to work.
After she quit Fu Yiqian's personal doctor, she found a job and wanted to change her life.
Unexpectedly, Fu Zijun came out after washing the dishes and came to her: "I'll see you off."
"Ah?" Qiao Sheng was surprised: "But..."
"Isn't it normal for a husband to give his wife a gift?" Fu Zijun interrupted her and didn't give her a chance. He walked straight to the car, opened the door, and invited the gentleman.
Qiao Sheng: "..."
Helpless and speechless, I had no choice but to walk over.