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"Ouyang, why don't you believe me, you have to believe others." The voice was extremely aggrieved, and it looked pitiful.

Ouyang picked the corner of his 'lips' and chuckled, as if he remembered something, and his thin 'lips' moved: "Touching porcelain into the Fu family, Fu Zhirou, Uncle Fu and Ah Che, they are already very good to you, don't be dissatisfied." Ah Che will definitely marry the little princess of the Qi family, don't be whimsical. ”

Throwing off such a sentence, Ouyang stretched his 'legs' and left.

Fu Zhirou's face turned pale, her body stiffened, and she shouted: "Yan'er is dead, Ouyang!" ”

"Ah Che can't guard a dead man for a lifetime."

"You are his sworn friend, you can't help me persuade him, where am I not as good as Qi Ziyan, where is not her!"

Hearing these words, Ouyang suddenly became happy.

The corners of his mouth tugged at a faint sneer.

Fu Zhirou had already chased after him, and said with a face: "Can you help me, persuade Ah Che." Ache will listen to you. ”

Ouyang raised his hand and patted her on the shoulder: "It's too early to be exposed, Zhirou." Who said Yan'er died? ”

The expression on Fu Zhirou's face instantly froze.

Even the tears no longer whirl.

"What do you say?"

Ouyang smiled evilly: "The little princess of the Qi family is alive and well, Ah Che has gone to chase his wife." So, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, and you come here to join in the fun. ”

Because Fu Zhirou was alone, Fu Xiche and the little princess of the Qi family were so miserable, after saying this, Ouyang suddenly felt refreshed.

The scumbag smiled, and walked out of the airport with his hand-picked 'trousers' pocket.

Now that I'm back, I can finally get a good night's sleep.

"Where did Ah Che go, Ouyang!" Fu Zhirou was stupid all of a sudden, she thought that Qi Ziyan was finally dead, and not long after, Fu Xiche would be hers, but she didn't think about it......

"Who knows where he went, catching a plane in the middle of the night, there are cat cakes~~" Ouyang didn't tell her.

Fu Zhirou didn't give up, and ran to check the flight information by herself.

Then I was stunned: within half an hour, different planes flew to five or six countries......

......

England, a café.

A slender and lovely 'girl' sits by the bright window, with linen 'colored' hair slightly tucked up on her left shoulder. The white 'colored' skirt is clean and clean, and the rose 'flower' blooming outside the café 'intersects'.

Coffee and desserts are placed on the side, and Qi Ziyan is alone, reading books, watching dramas, and playing with her mobile phone.

Outside the window, the corners of Fu Xiche's mouth hooked up a smile, her beautiful peach 'flower' eyes flashed with unclear feelings, and she pushed the 'door' and walked into the café.

"It's her!"

"It's her, Qi Ziyan, the junior who snatched my boyfriend!"

"It's shameless to look at!"

"Let's teach her a lesson!"

In a corner of the café, two 'women' whispered 'privately', planning something blindly, and their eyes flashed with jealousy and dissatisfaction. Qi Ziyan faintly noticed that her eyes kept falling on her, and she just turned her little head-

"Die, green tea!"

Two glasses of water were poured at her in unison.

"......" Qi Ziyan was just about to take the book, and when she blocked it casually, her body suddenly covered a tall figure!

It seems to be casual, but it seems to be deliberate, blocking the water for her, and her handsome coat is soaked all of a sudden. The slender 'legs', the 'trousers' and feet rolled up a side in a 'coquettish' manner, and the good-looking shoes appeared in sight. The breath was clear and clean, and she was so close to her in an instant, Qi Ziyan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

"Are you alright?" The voice is nice, ask her.

Qi Ziyan raised her little head, her beautiful eyes, and opened her eyes widely: "Fu ...... Fu Xiche? ”

"The little princess of the Qi family."

Fu Xiche had already taken off his coat casually, his peach eyes were bent, and he smiled at the corners of his lips.