Having been friends for many years, Wen Sheng has long been familiar with Zhu Qingjia's peeing habits. Whenever there is something serious to say, Zhu Qingjia will have such a first-hand opening remarks to fill the atmosphere, even if he says some heinous lies,
We can embrace each other and cherish each other until the end: Sisters... We are a life-and-death friendship, a steel-like indestructible revolutionary friendship, sisters, it is better to have you in the spring breeze.
In the words of Teacher Zhu, this is called suppressing first and then promoting.
Zhu Qingjia brought the opened beer to Wen Sheng, looked around, then back to Wen Sheng's face, and asked her, "Sister Sheng, did you break up with the person named Fu?"
She had just gone to the bathroom to remove her makeup. Zhu Qingjia glanced at the bathroom and knew that Wen Sheng was not staying at home these days. She was a little germy. No matter how busy she was every day, she had to tidy up before going to bed. However, the water stains on the sink in the bathroom had dried up for a long time.
Yes, what can it mean? It means Wen Sheng is not at home these days.
That being the case, she can only hide from the plague god by living outside.
After much thought, Zhu Qingjia concluded that the god of plague could only be Fu Yanlin.
For someone like Jiang Yukuo, Wen Sheng wouldn't have a family and wouldn't come back to escape. He's not qualified.
Wen Sheng's eyes narrowed. No wonder everyone said that Teacher Zhu was Sun Wukong in his previous life. He had sharp eyes and could see through everything after just a few minutes of coming in.
Wen Sheng felt calm and told Zhu Qingjia what happened that day at the gate of the Fu family's old house.
Zhu Qingjia slapped the table and stood up, immediately going to slap Jiang Yukuo, but after standing up, she immediately reacted, sat back down, and stared at Wen Sheng, "So, you know his relationship with Jiang Yukuo
Already?"
Wen Sheng nodded and asked Zhu Qingjia, "Jiajia, is it possible that this is what you want to tell me?"
Zhu Qingjia hummed.
"After meeting at your house that day, I went downstairs and called the private detective who I have cooperated with for a long time to check him out. But this grandson still has something, and he hid it deeply. It took the private detective some efforts to find out that he is the elder of the Fu family.
But wasn't I in a hurry to rush to Yanjing that day? I was afraid that after what I said on the phone, you would be dumbfounded and didn't know what to do. The guy surnamed Fu seemed to have a profound knowledge at first glance. How could you do anything better? I wanted to go back to Jiangxi
When Zhou comes, I’ll talk to you so that you can be prepared. Who knows, it’s really unlucky for a stupid thing like Jiang Yukuo to show up halfway.”
Wen Sheng bit into a piece of roast duck crispy skin dipped in sugar, and the sweetness in her mouth melted on the tip of her tongue, as if her heart was no longer so bitter. She smiled lightly at Zhu Qingjia, "I'm just surprised, just... Jia
Jia, do you understand what I mean? I was caught off guard. Before that, I had actually seriously thought about the relationship between me and him becoming a normal boyfriend and girlfriend. But I didn’t expect that everything... came so quickly and so absurdly.
My heart cannot accept such a ridiculous relationship."
Zhu Qingjia knew that Wen Sheng was just trying to force a smile. She was not an easy person to accept and accept, and she was really slow to accept him. But how long had she been with Fu Yanlin, and she was ready to accept him? What does this mean?
This shows that Wen Sheng really likes Fu Yanlin.
Zhu Qingjia stared at Wen Sheng. Under the chandelier, her skin was as white as porcelain, and her pair of deer eyes were still clear and bright, but with a hint of sadness and loneliness.
Zhu Qingjia took a sip of beer, cleared her throat and said, "Sister Sheng, what do you want to do now?"
Wen Sheng shook his head.
Zhu Qingjia said, "Do you want to continue with him?"
Wen Sheng was silent this time.
Zhu Qingjia understood everything this time. The silly girl Wen Sheng was completely confused by the grandson named Fu and fell into captivity.
But as a best friend, if Wen Sheng wanted to kill someone, Zhu Qingjia would hand her a knife; if Wen Sheng wanted to set a fire, she would buy her a gasoline lighter and a fan to fan her; as for Wen Sheng wanting to find a man... isn't that simple?<
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Zhu Qingjia cleared her throat, leaned forward, looked at Wen Sheng across the table and said, "Sister Sheng, I don't think you need to be cowardly. Is it possible that you want to give up the person you like because of that little bastard Jiang Yukuo?"
Is it done?"
Wen Sheng subconsciously denied it, "I don't like Fu Yanlin."
"Don't come here. I didn't say who you like. Aren't you just asking for it?"
Wen Sheng pursed her lips and realized that she was impatient.
"Little fool, listen to me," Zhu Qingjia said, "in terms of family relationship, he is indeed Jiang Yukuo's uncle, but so what? It's not like you cheated first, nor is it because you deliberately took revenge on Jiang Yukuo
Go date his uncle. Why should you give up pursuing your own relationship just because they are related? He is not Jiang Yukuo’s father! Why, Jiang Yukuo is only allowed to cheat on him, but you are not allowed to cheat on him.
Aunt?"
Wen Sheng was suddenly amused by Zhu Qingjia's "little aunt".
"Don't laugh, be serious!" Zhu Qingjia looked impassioned and jealous, "Let me tell you Sister Sheng, if I were you, I would still be with Fu Yanlin, and we would meet Jiang Yukuo and Xu Ke every day.
Aren’t the two of them bickering? When they meet, don’t they have to respectfully call you “little aunt”? Let’s see what Jiang Yukuo’s turtle son can do to you?”
Wen Shengsi slowly bit into the lotus leaf cake and said warmly, "Sounds like a good idea."
"That is, when did Teacher Zhu miss his words?" Zhu Qingjia blinked and fired at Wen Sheng.
Wen Sheng smiled, pulled a piece of tissue paper to wipe his hands, and said, "But Jiajia, I have figured out some things these days - first of all, when Fu Yanlin met me in Jiangzhou, he already knew that I was
Jiang Yukuo’s girlfriend, Jiang Yukuo was at the door of the room that night... All human actions have a purpose, so what is his purpose?"
"First of all, Sister Sheng, Jiang Yukuo's words can't be trusted. He might be biting people when he's angry. I've told him everything - secondly, since you want to know Fu Yanlin's purpose in provoking you.
, just go and ask in person. The guy named Fu has a long mouth and will always explain it. It’s not too late for you to make a judgment based on his explanation. What do you think? If he is mute and doesn’t know the explanation, or he can’t give you a reasonable one.
The answer is, don’t worry, my sister will be the first to rush up and vent your anger! You can’t kill that dog coin!”
After Zhu Qingjia finished speaking, she patted the table with great momentum. She looked like a very heroic heroine, full of high spirits.
Wen Sheng feels that she is very happy because she has Zhu Qingjia.
She also felt that Zhu Qingjia's words were reasonable. Before giving someone the death penalty, she should always listen to someone's excuse.
The answer that bothered her was given by Fu Yanlin himself.
Anyway, she had already anticipated the worst outcome, so what was there to be afraid of?
That night, Zhu Qingjia stayed at Wen Sheng's house, and the two of them talked for a long time until dawn, and did not fall asleep until eight or nine in the morning.
When Wen Sheng woke up in the afternoon, Zhu Qingjia had already left. She left a WeChat message for Wen Sheng, saying that the company had a mission to provide emergency relief, so she did not wake Wen Sheng up, but ordered her takeout.
Wen Sheng sat at the dining table and had dinner, watching the golden afterglow of the evening shining on the furniture bought by Fu Yanlin in the living room, and was silent for a few minutes.
Then, Wen Sheng called Fu Yanlin, hoping to make an appointment to meet.
No matter how big or small it is, as long as it involves misunderstandings, Wen Sheng doesn't like to talk on the phone. Face-to-face communication is the best way - she believes that people's mouths can lie, but their eyes can't.
Fu Yanlin has a pair of beautiful eyes.
The phone rang for a while before the other end picked up.
A familiar voice with a hoarse sound came through the radio waves, "Wen Sheng."
At that moment, Wen Sheng's heart seemed to be beaten, and there were waves of dull pain. She tried to stay calm, "Do you have time? Let's meet."
"Okay——"
"Then I'll wait for you at home." Wen Sheng said.
Fu Yanlin replied almost instantly, "Okay."
Wen Sheng was sure that she heard it correctly. Even if it was just a simple word, Fu Yanlin's tone was urgent.
Wen Sheng suddenly felt that everything he was afraid of facing was actually not terrible.