That night he was entertainment outside. He was originally going back to his apartment, but the driver reminded him that the next day was Mrs. Fu's birthday, and he instructed the driver to send himself home.

Recently, the company's business is a bit busy. He may not be able to draw time the next night. Go back today, but he can also tell Mrs. Fu the next morning to a happy birthday.

I didn't want to go home, but the family was empty. Mrs. Fu probably went to play mahjong again, and I might come back when it would be.

It's all home, and Fu Chengyu was too lazy to move, and sat down in the sofa of the living room.

He drank a lot of wine at night. At this moment, his head was slightly dizzy. Sitting on the soft sofa, the wine gradually rushed, and he closed his eyes unknowingly.

However, just a while, Fu Chengyu suddenly heard the footsteps of high heels came up on the stairs behind him.

Isn't Mrs. Fu at home?

This consciousness got into his mind, and instantly sobered him a little.

Fu Chengyu opened his eyes slowly, turned his head to look at the direction of the stairs, but just saw Gu Qinger, who was slowly stepped upstairs.

At that time, she was wearing the dark green cheongsam, retro, dignified, slender, like the beauty that came out of the old picture album, not real.

Fu Chengyu could not see the gods.

He looked at her and she was watching him. I wonder if she was wearing that clothes. Her expression was different from the gentleness and shyness of the usual weekdays. Instead, she walked to him with a little blur and coldness.

"Are you back?" She asked him.

After a while, he made a low voice: "Well."

"Are you drinking?"

"Well." He responded again.

So she stood up again, "Do you want to drink water? I will pour you."

"Um."

She turned and walked towards the kitchen, but he still leaned on the sofa without moving, his eyes fell on her back, and could not move.

Soon she poured out a glass of water and walked out of the kitchen. He still watched her approaching step by step.

She bent down and put the water in front of him, and whispered something, but he didn't listen in a word.

Thinking about it, there is only one--

How can her waist be so detailed?

People often say that this is probably the same, right?

I don't know if she has such a thin waist, can she not be able to hold him?

He thought so, and he couldn't control his hands.

However, the next moment, she suddenly stretched out her hand to stroke his forehead, and then lowered her head to look at him, "Did you drink a lot?"

He was stunned, and the next moment he smelled the aroma, light, quiet, like the cheongsam wore on her, dignified and beautiful, and had a touching temptation.

He seemed to lose his motivation and the ability to think about. He didn't know what he should say and what to do.

"You go upstairs to rest." She said, reaching out to help him.

She was so thin that she really pulled him up from the sofa and helped him upstairs.

He was obviously not drunk. The moment he fell on his bed, he was faint.

"Don't take a shower if you drink too much wine." She said, "I'll wipe your towels for you."

He was lying there without moving, watching her walk into the bathroom. After a while, he took a wet towel and walked out, sat by the bed, and wiped him his face.

He slowly closed his eyes.

She helped him wipe his face and unbuttoned his shirt button. He probably suspected that the towel was not hot enough, and he got up and walked to the bathroom.

He opened his eyes again, his eyes fell on her back, and his hands moved again.

She changed the hot towel and returned to the bed. He didn't avoid him as usual as usual, but smiled at him.

He finally couldn't help but reach out.

Hold ...

Very thin ...

It's thinner than he imagined ...

How can it be so thin?

He is wondering, curious, unable to control to explore more, a little more ...

And she did not refuse.

Of course she will not refuse.

He knew she would not refuse.

Because from the moment she appeared in front of him, the moment she asked him to marry her, in her heart, she owed him and owed the Fu family.

How could she refuse him?

She cannot refuse.

However, because of this, it seems that his bastard is becoming more and more-

Even more than three months later, today, with a decision today, he is still thinking about it. It is more than three months. How can her waist be so detailed?

Fu Chengyu slaps his own head.

Sister Yu was startled by this loud one, and quickly looked at him, saying, "What's wrong?"

After a while, he slowly came, and said, "Sister Yu, go up and see her-"

"What am I going to see?"

He wanted Yu Sister to go up and see if she changed her clothes, but before she finished speaking, Sister Yu interrupted him, saying: "That's your daughter -in -law, you look at it. I still have a bunch of things

Busy, don't interrupt me. "

Sister Yu has been in the Fu family for many years and has been regarded as a part of the Fu family, and she is not so polite to him, but he has not refuted yet.

Sister Yu turned to the laundry room, and Fu Chengyu sat for a while before finally getting up and walking upstairs.

In the Fu family, they had their own rooms, and Fu Chengyu just walked to the door of her room, and heard her voice--

"... Brother Mu, I know, I know everything you said ..."

This is the matter of worrying about the drama club again.

Fu Chengyu stood at the door and didn't move again for a while.

"I don't want to lose this opportunity, and I also hope that everything can succeed ..." She said, "But, I am really inconvenient."

After a while, Fu Chengyu heard her voice again, low, helpless, with endless loss and regrets-

"If this is really the case, then I can't help it ... if you lose it ... Unfortunately, it's a pity ... I'm sorry ..."

The following sentence "I'm sorry" is low to the extreme, so low is no longer like the person who is talking to the phone on the phone. Perhaps it is to say it to her, or maybe someone else.

Fu Chengyu stood up for a while, reached out and knocked on her door.

She had changed her clothes and had hung up the phone. When she looked up to see him, the corner of her lip worked hard to arouse the smile, but she still couldn't hide her pale face.

"What's wrong?" She asked him.

Fu Chengyu realized something wrong.

He took her home, and he had fulfilled his obligation. He asked Yu Yu to see that she was redundant. At this moment, he stood at the door of her room, and it was even more extra.

He was in this extra situation, and saw her at this moment.

"That drama show is very important?" Fu Cheng asked.

"Ah?" Gu Qing'er didn't seem to expect that he would ask this. After being stunned for a moment, she slowly lowered her eyes and said, "It's my mother's life-long regret...She was already pregnant before she even had time to perform on stage.

I am seriously ill... some things are probably destined."

"Do you believe in destiny?" Fu Chengyu asked.

After hearing this, Gu Qing'er raised her eyes and looked at him again.

A woman who dared to stand alone in front of him at the age of twenty and ask him to marry her should not be resigned to her fate.

She didn't speak, but Fu Chengyu already said: "Go and act."

Gu Qing'er just looked at him.

"But, before that -" Fu Chengyu suddenly looked at her feet again.

Gu Qing'er lowered her head and saw the pair of stiletto heels beside her feet.

"Change into a pair of shoes first."

Realizing that he was telling the truth, Gu Qing'er suddenly stood up, walked up to him, and said, "Mom will not agree."

"Then don't let her know." Fu Chengyu said.

She seemed to choke for a moment, looked at him for a long time, and then slowly said: "Why?"

"There will be many regrets in life." Fu Chengyu said, "If you have the opportunity to achieve perfection, try to achieve perfection as much as possible."

When she heard this, she was startled for a moment and still looked at him.

Fu Chengyu avoided her sight, turned and walked towards his room.

This was a high-sounding statement, but only he himself knew another thought deep in his heart——
Chapter completed!