Wen Sheng lived in an old community, and the underground garage was simply not spacious enough. Everyone habitually parked their cars on the ground, causing the community to be overcrowded with cars. She didn't see clearly the familiar Ferrari stuffed in the corner.
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After getting off the car, Wen Sheng went to the trunk to help get her things. Fu Yanlin picked out a light plastic bag for her. He picked up the heavy one himself and climbed up to the sixth floor without even breathing.
At the door, Wen Sheng asked Fu Yanlin to get the key to open the door.
Fu Yanlin raised the two large plastic bags in his hand and said seriously, "Put it in your trouser pocket and get it yourself."
Wen Sheng thought this was a bit ambiguous, "Can't you put down your things?"
Fu Yanlin, "Left Side."
"..."
Wen Sheng had no choice but to reach for the key.
His trouser pockets were quite deep. Wen Sheng looked inside, but couldn't find the key at all. "Wen Sheng, I found that you are a bit bad."
But his eyes were filled with gloating.
Wen Sheng immediately understood that it was happening right away, raised his hand, and stepped back in panic, cursing him crazy.
But it's too late.
Fu Gou had already dropped the bag in his hand, making a "clang" sound, not caring whether the bottles and cans inside would break. He stepped forward quickly, pressed Wen Sheng's shoulders, lifted her chin, and suddenly
He lowered his head and kissed her lips.
"Uh-" Wen Sheng's sobs were swallowed up.
The fire Fu Yanlin started in the supermarket was still warm, and it was instantly ignited——
When he went upstairs, he followed Wen Sheng. Looking at Wen Sheng's back or profile, he was suddenly touched, as if they had been together for many years. This was just an ordinary early summer evening. They came back from shopping in the supermarket hand in hand, preparing to
Cooking. Like all lovers who spend quiet time together, ordinary and happy.
Wen Sheng's side face was decorated with a strand of broken hair. She gently and casually brushed her hair and tucked it behind her ears. It was a quiet and beautiful scene that can't be written about.
The kiss became more intense.
Wen Sheng was turned around unknowingly by him and suddenly picked her up. She subconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist and put her arms around his neck. Although she was 168cm tall, she weighed only about 90 kilograms. Fu Yanlin
It's easy to hold her in my arms.
There was a solid door panel behind Wen Sheng, and Fu Yanlin was afraid that she would hit her head. While holding her with one hand, he put one hand on the back of her head - protecting her smart little brain.
Almost suffocating.
Fu Yan was about to stop and open the door to enter the house to serve Wen Sheng when he heard a slightly embarrassed tut-tsk sound.
The two separated in horror - turning to the upper steps of the stairs with their mouths open.
Zhu Qingjia wore a milk-white suit dress, which reached just above her knees, revealing her long, straight, white legs. Her feet were Valentino's most classic nude pink rivet high heels, and her large maroon curls were hanging on her shoulders, and she was carrying a black Manhattan from Yang Shulin's family.
Bag, folded his hands in front of his chest, watching with disgust and envy as Wen Sheng jumped off Fu Yanlin in panic, her beautiful eyes narrowed, "Sister Sheng, you two are so... so excited, it's clear as day.
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Fu Yanlin just wanted to twist Zhu Qingjia's head off. He was so immortal that he showed up at this time? Do you know what it means to be a bad person and do good things, and the sky will strike like lightning? If something goes wrong with him, can Zhu Qingjia afford the compensation?
Wen Sheng's face turned red, and he was so embarrassed that he could dig out a skyscraper.
She wanted to die.
It’s all Fu Yanlin’s fault!
Wen Sheng glared at Fu Yanlin with resentment, and then looked at Zhu Qingjia with shuddering, like a primary school chick caught in love by her parents, her tone and lines were very guilty, "Jiajia, you... why don't you call me.
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Zhu Qingjia snorted, walked down the steps in high heels, stood in front of the two of them, squinted at Sheng and said, "Sister Sheng, you have a man and you have a career. I miss you. Do I still need to make an appointment to meet?"
Wen Sheng held Zhu Qingjia's arm in an awkward manner, with a look of admission, "Jiajia, that's not what I meant."
"Promising." Zhu Qingjia snorted in disgust, and glanced at Fu Yanlin with her beautiful and sharp eyes, but she said it to Wen Sheng, "Sister Sheng, won't you introduce me to me?"
Wen Sheng pinched Zhu Qingjia and thought, don't you know who he is? What introduction is there? How embarrassing.
Zhu Qingjia deliberately pretended to be ignorant and urged, "Hurry up."
Wen Sheng had no choice but to introduce, "This is my best friend Zhu Qingjia, he is... He is my friend, his surname is Fu."
As for Fu, Wen Sheng himself didn't know, so he had to say, "Jiajia, please call him Leo, his English name."
Zhu Qingjia, a stupid idiot, didn't know Wen Sheng's "difficulties" at all, so he stabbed him, "What's Fu? You're calling her by any English name, they're all Chinese, we won't pretend to be."
"..." Wen Sheng looked at Fu Yanlin bitterly, wanting him to introduce himself, but Fu Yanlin only glanced at Zhu Qingjia, then moved away, and with a calm face picked up the key Wen Sheng dropped on the ground and opened the door.<
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The three of them entered the house. Fu Yanlin carried things to the kitchen. Wen Sheng and Zhu Qingjia were sitting in the living room. Not two minutes after they sat down, Fu Yanlin came out with a tray. In the tray were two cups and one cup.
Teapot.
After putting down the water, he went to the bedroom again.
Zhu Qingjia was dumbfounded, "Sister Sheng, are you living together?"
"No," Wen Sheng shook his head, "He just sent me back."
"Why do I feel that he is acting like a host and serving tea and water? Isn't he entertaining guests?" Zhu Qingjia said, "You two look like a newlywed couple living together. You two are one and the same."
The relationship between guns and ghosts is trustworthy."
Wen Sheng was stunned, shook his head and said, "No, Jiajia, you are talking nonsense."
Wen Sheng thought to herself that she and Fu Yanlin were not even officially boyfriend and girlfriend, but they were still living together and newlyweds... Jiajia was really active in thinking.
At this unexpected moment, Fu Yanlin came out of the bedroom, holding a pair of socks in his hand and walked up to Wen Sheng and handed them to her, "Put them on."
Wen Sheng was accustomed to not wearing socks at home, walking barefoot on the ground, and feeling free. She took the socks and tugged them in her hands, not intending to wear them.
Fu Yanlin stared at her, his tone commanding, "Be obedient."
Wen Sheng opened her mouth to say something, but seeing the seriousness in Fu Yanlin's dark eyes, she had no choice but to put it on obediently.
Fu Yanlin then moved his eyes away and asked Zhu Qingjia if he wanted to stay for dinner tonight.
Zhu Qingjia raised her eyebrows and asked him deliberately, "Is it convenient? Don't you want to disturb your work?"
Fu Yanlin hummed, "You guys chat, dinner will be served in an hour."
After saying that, he turned back to the kitchen.
Zhu Qingjia locked her eyes on Wen Sheng's feet and couldn't help but sigh, "Sister Sheng, can I kneel down for you?"