Chen Baishuang still can't figure out the place, why does this child think about his daughter?

It can't have started when I came here more than ten years ago, right?

But how old were they then? What do you know?

I still have to talk to him when I go back.

Just talking to Fu Zhenguo is what is going on, what does this aunt think in his heart, they are the old father-in-law and the old mother-in-law, so they also need to understand it.

Chen Baishuang went to the East House with something in mind.

Seeing the door closed, Fu Yingshao looked at Leng Qingzhu with a faint gaze.

Leng Qingzhu raised his head and gave him a perfunctory smile.

The brother who has been called for more than 20 years suddenly became his fiancé, and he didn't feel anything before, but now that this person is really around, Leng Qingzhu is unspeakably uncomfortable.

That's right, she is now retreating, and she doesn't want to go out to talk to him at all, mainly because she doesn't know what to talk to him about.

You can't ask him directly, is there really no cure for your legendary headache and stomach ache?

You never got married in your last life, is it really because of this?

Obediently, Boss Fu didn't kill her directly in a fit of anger.

Ask people directly, "Do you really have me in your heart?" ”

What if someone says yes?

She will feel that she is a scumbag, causing Boss Fu to be single in his forties.

But I didn't do anything.

Fu Yingshao was annoyed by her perfunctory smile, and nodded with a sneer: "Don't worry, I'll wait for you!" ”

Leng Qingzhu chuckled in his heart, and the knife he raised cut into his hand.

"What's going on, don't be careful?"

Fu Yingshao didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly took down the knife and threw it aside, holding her fingers to clean and bandage.

Xiaobao put the orange on the windowsill, jumped down from the stool and ran to the east house, shouting loudly to Mrs. Leng: "Little aunt chopped off your hand, grandma, little aunt chopped off your hand!" ”

Leng Qingzhu's face was full of black lines, and he looked at Fu Yingshao Nunu's mouth, motioning for him to take a good look: "It's just a fingernail cut off, it's okay." ”

Fu Yingshao let go of his hand nervously, and sure enough, he found that the finger he was holding was missing a small piece of nails, and there was no sign of bleeding at all.

"What a fuss." Leng Qingzhu withdrew his finger and was about to go out to tell his grandmother that he was fine, but Fu Yingshao grabbed his hand again.

"What are you doing with this full of oil?" Leng Qingzhu tried to withdraw her fingers, but the other party refused to give her a chance at all, pulled her to the door, and raised her hand to Chen Baishuang to the few old ladies who hurried over and said, "It's okay, I just cut off my fingernails, I didn't get hurt, I didn't bleed, Xiaobao was wrong." ”

It was indeed bloodless, and before a few people could breathe down, the door quickly closed in front of their eyes.

Fu Yingshao held Leng Qingzhu's hand and refused to let go: "Don't want to go out with me?" Resist talking to me? ”

"......" Leng Qingzhu tried to pull his hand back again, his hand was full of oil, and he didn't know what to hold, what about this person's white gloves? Don't dislike it?

It's a pity that no matter how hard she tries, she doesn't move, and even holds it tighter and tighter.

"Do you know what I'm going to talk to you about?" Fu Yingshao's patience ran out, and he pressed step by step: "That's why you don't dare to talk to me, right?" Leng Qingzhu, you've been avoiding pretending to be stupid before, do you think I can't see it? ”

He forced Leng Qingzhu into a corner, so that the girl had no way to retreat: "So, tell me, what are you afraid of?" ”