So, Fu Xiche is now ...... Jealous?

The corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and before he could ask, Fu Xiche opened his mouth first, and his peach blossom eyes locked on her: "What are you doing so close to Lu Xiao again?" ”

The girl blinked simply and asked, "Fu Xiche, are you jealous?" ”

"Nope." Fu Xiche denied it without thinking, and showed her those blockbuster photos: "Look for yourself, what did you just do with him." ”

With a bad premonition in her heart, Qi Ziyan took his mobile phone and quickly flipped through the photos, which were simply amazing! If she wasn't the party, she would have to believe what she and Lu Xiao had done.

Lu Xiao handed her the cocktail and was photographed as an intimate hug;

Lu Xiao showed her the thank you letter from the children in the welfare home taken on her mobile phone, which was taken into a kissing photo;

Lu Xiao chatted with her about the funding of the welfare home, and was photographed whispering to each other.

"Who sent you this picture?"

Qi Ziyan frowned slightly, and explained seriously: "We didn't do anything!" But as he spoke, a message box popped up on the photo, and the words "Pei Keer" were dazzling.

With a stab in his heart, he returned the phone to Fu Xiche, raised his head, looked at the uninhibited boy in front of him, and asked self-deprecatingly: "So, you don't believe me in these photos taken by Pei Ke'er, do you?" ”

Fu Xiche didn't take Pei Ke'er seriously at all, but looked at those photos, his mind was inexplicably stimulated, and he thought about the girl in front of him a little bit, how she laughed with other men just now, and couldn't help but be angry: "You chatted with Lu Xiao so happily, and you like him again?" ”

"What do you mean?" Qi Ziyan looked at him in a daze, and her little face was stunned.

"I said I like me earlier, and now I'm interested in Lu Xiao again, and in the end, I've had enough, and I'll find Lian Jin to marry you back home?" Losing his mind and completely uncontrolled speech.

"Fu Xiche!" The little hand suddenly raised, and according to Qi Ziyan's character, the slap instinctively threw out.

But just about to sweep the demonic face, he suddenly stopped: "You hate it!" ”

Reluctant.

Because it's Fu Xiche, he can't do it.

The beautiful big eyes were slightly red, and the cherry blossom-colored lips were bloody.

Fu Xiche hooked the corners of his lips self-deprecatingly, and a ruffian smile was dyed on his evil face: "You hate me so soon, Yan'er?" ”

The arm took the delicate girl into his arms, domineering in the corner of the cramped elevator, his long fingers hooked the girl's chin, and the charming peach blossom eyes blinked.

The thin lips were slightly pressed down, as if they were about to kiss.

The girl looked hurt, pushed him away with her red eyes and small hands, and asked out loud: "Fu Xiche, do you rely on me to like you, so you don't care what you say or do?" ”

"Ding", the elevator door opened, and Qi Ziyan quickly ran in the direction of the box.

Behind him, Fu Xiche raised his hand and slammed the elevator hard, a trace of annoyance flashed in the good-looking peach blossom eyes, and he strode out.

I happened to meet Xiao Xiao and Ning Xin halfway.

When the two girls saw him with a gloomy face, they always felt as if something was wrong, and took the initiative to confess: "Fu Xiche, Yan'er originally saw Lu Xiao and planned to take a detour, but we pushed her to Lu Xiao." ”

Fu Xiche's tightly knit eyebrows suddenly turned into surprise: "What did you say?" ”

He thought that it was the little girl who was drinking and chatting with Lu Xiao by herself, talking and laughing and laughing happily.

He thought that the little princess was interesting to Lu Xiao......

"Yan'er is in the box now, isn't she?" The chagrin in his eyes was even stronger, Fu Xiche walked towards the box, but Xiao Xiao and Ning Xin asked in surprise at the same time, "Isn't Yan'er with you?" ”

Fu Xiche was shocked in his heart, turned around and turned back to the elevator. (The demon school grass is too black: Young master, please let go.) 6767330)--

( Demon School Grass is too black: Young Master, please let it go)