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"Take you back to my house."

When he said the latter sentence, Fu Xiche held the corners of his lips, a ruffian and evil smile, beautiful peach blossom eyes, a small arc, a demonic and feminine face, bewitching and beautiful.

Qi Ziyan got her little hands right, and silently did psychological work for herself: I'm sorry brother, your sister's festival is about to be lost again.

Fu Xiche thought she was shy, considered how to refuse, raised his hand, took her into his arms, and said evilly: "We hid from your brother and they returned to China, so you definitely can't go home now, if you don't go to my house, we can open a house." ”

The word "open room" came out of Fu Xiche's mouth, inexplicably ambiguous.

The driver in front couldn't help but look in the rearview mirror, smiled slightly, and thought to himself that their young master would really hook up with the little girl.

Qi Ziyan weakly chosen: "Then let's go to your house." ”

lest her brother ask about it, saying that she went to the hotel with Fu Xiche and had to kill her.

Half an hour later, the Fu family.

Fu Xiche pulled Qi Ziyan, gave a brief introduction, and walked straight to his bedroom.

"Where is Fu Zhirou's room?"

Qi Ziyan is more concerned about this issue.

When she asked like this, Fu Xiche looked at her and smiled, happy and distressed, raised his hand and pulled her little face, and quipped: "Are you jealous?" ”

"A little bit." thumb and index finger, slightly gestured.

Fu Xiche pushed her into the bedroom, not intending to hide it, because lying would only make her more uneasy, and told the truth: "She used to live next door, but she has moved out for a long time. ”

"Moved out." Qi Ziyan curled the corners of her mouth and repeated.

Fu Xiche looked at her and smiled: "Are you happy?" ”

"Don't talk about her," Qi Ziyan looked at Fu Xiche's bedroom, changed the topic with a smile, and exclaimed: "Your room is very beautiful, Fu Xiche." I thought ......"

"Why?" Fu Xiche smiled and answered.

The pattern is fresh, revealing a faint little warmth, and the sheets and curtains are all warm colors. The afternoon sun sprinkled on the wooden bookshelves, and there was a little bit of literature.

This is completely a male god configuration!

She couldn't help but raise her little head, swept Fu Xiche's hair color, and her uninhibited dress, bit her fingers and asked, "Is it ...... Do you still have another person living in your heart? ”

Fu Xiche was not angry, knocked her little head, and smiled: "Who else besides you?" ”

Pushed her to the sofa and sat down, poured her a cup of milk tea, and confessed to herself, "My bedroom used to be the same as your brain, but now it's different." I have a girlfriend and I probably think you're going to like this style, do you? ”

"Me?"

Qi Ziyan was surprised, and pointed at herself: "You have already ......"

"Well, I planned for a long time to abduct you to the house, and when you grow up, I will abduct you to bed." Geng Zhiboy picked up a cup and drank milk tea with her.

Qi Ziyan hugged herself: "Can't you say it, be tactful and subtle?" ”

"Don't you think I'm hypocritical enough?"

In order to chase his wife, he even pretended to be poor and cried miserably, all of them were pretended, and several of them were honored, and the whole TM was about to laugh crazy.

The little hand rubbed his hair, Qi Ziyan hooked her lips and smiled: "I like your publicity, and I also like your hypocrisy." ”

Fu Xiche glared at her.

Qi Ziyan added: "I like you." ”

Fu Xiche raised his eyebrows and smiled with satisfaction.

In fact, this pattern is all depicted in Yan'er's diary-