Obviously, there is a layer of plastic sheeting nailed to the outside, how can this old lady see that the person is handsome.

Leng Qingzhu raised his eyebrows, got up, crawled to his grandmother's side and craned his neck to look out.

As far as the eye can see, only a long and straight back is captured, and the army green tweed coat outlines the elegant and dignified lines.

Before Leng Qingzhu had time to have any feelings about the twenty-four-year-old Fu Yingshao, the man turned back consciously.

Touching the other party's sight, Leng Qingzhu quickly retracted his head, as if he had been a thief, his heart was pounding.

Fu Yingshao is still the same Fu Yingshao, even if he is more than twenty years younger, he is still sharp and cold.

Mrs. Leng didn't notice that her granddaughter retracted her head, patted the windowsill, and was indignant: "Look at your father, hey! ”

She turned her head and slid forward, got off the ground and put on her shoes, and was still muttering, "No, I have to go and see, your father, but I'm worried to death." ”

Leng Qingzhu didn't know what her father had done to make her grandmother die of worry.

I could only look out of the window again, and the old lady who was in the door and outside the door suddenly turned her head: "You lie back quickly, the wind is strong on the other side of the window, you can't stand it!" ”

Leng Qingzhu agreed, waited for the door to close, turned his head and continued to look out the window.

Fu Yingshao was looking at this side, in fact, he couldn't see the other party's expression clearly, but Leng Qingzhu could still guess that the other party must be squinting, his eyes were sharp, and his expression was cold and cold.

Separated by a layer of glass and a layer of plastic sheeting, I am too sensitive.

Besides, what can't be seen, it's not the antique jade carvings in the museum, the gold is so expensive.

Having said that, Leng Qingzhu still can't hide her guilt, Fu Yingshao is twenty-four years old, not forty-four, she has a relationship with the forty-four-year-old Fu Yingshao, and the twenty-four-year-old Fu Yingshao is still not very familiar, and it can even be said that it is a stranger, the only intersection is probably when he was five or six years old, this person once came to Luobao Village to play, but it was many years ago, and he only had sporadic memories left.

This person has always been indifferent, and the "brother" he was delirious about had already violated his taboo, if Uncle Fu was not present at the time, I am afraid that this person would really leave himself there.

Thinking that he had picked up a small life like this, Leng Qingzhu couldn't help but shudder in fear, but then he complained, you said to save me, why did you save Ye Wenchuan in an ancient way?

Isn't that a blockage?

Taking his eyes off the eye-catching back, Leng Qingzhu finally understood why Grandma went out.

Tian Juying was still the same as before, standing there and not knowing what to say to her father.

Leng Qingzhu narrowed his eyes, probably guessing the content.

"This is really a misunderstanding, we didn't expect Jiao Xiaotuo to be such a scoundrel and put the basin on Qingshu's head, this child also grew up under your nose, cousin, you know, Qingshu is not that kind of child at all, but my aunt still believed her words and drove us out."

Cheng Qingshu was ashamed and angry, secretly hating himself for not pulling his mother away in time, what kind of basin is not, it's too vulgar, these two people driving cars must be laughing at her, and besides, how can this kind of thing be said in front of outsiders.

She peeked at the tall and handsome young man, but caught a smile flashing quickly on that indifferent face, like ice and snow melting.

- Is this smiling at her?

Her heart trembled slightly, and she lowered her head shyly.