Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

Jiang Manxue jumped off the bench and stood up straight, like a primary school student about to be lectured, "No, that's not what I meant."

Fu Qingye stood in front of her, with long legs and narrow waist.

The waist is the golden section point of a person. The quality of a person's figure depends largely on the position of the person's golden section point, especially for men.

When a woman looks at her waist, she looks charming and delicate.For men, what you see is taste and strength.

Fu Qingye's waist, a belt, Hermès.The pure black belt body, the silver-white belt buckle, on the narrow waist, reveals two words, calm.

Also, superb.

Fu Qingye is undoubtedly the best among men, with a good face, so good that it is almost perfect, and the main thing is temperament.An old aristocratic temperament infiltrated in his bones, he didn't look old-fashioned and down-and-out, on the contrary, he became more elegant and noble.

He was standing in the corridor, behind him was the window at the end of the corridor, a bright moon was shining outside the window, with a faint lychee red appearance, coating his whole body with a layer of soft light, Jiang Manxue couldn't see his face clearly His cheeks were a little dark, and he felt that he was a little unusually silent, as if he was still a little angry.

This is a kind of intuition, a kind of innate intuition of women.

"Are you done?" Fu Qingye asked.

He didn't ask her what she was doing here, nor did he say the reason for this encounter, he didn't even ask for any reason, he just asked in a normal way, are you done with your work?
Jiang Manxue was led unconsciously, she wanted to shake her head, but it was really hard to say anything about Jiang Siya, she didn't want others to know about Jiang Siya, this kind of painful thing sounded like a kind of complaint, it was a She was unwilling to feel sad like Xianglin's wife seeking help.

She could only nod and replied, "Busy... I'm done."

Fu Qingye nodded, raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, "Well, let's go then."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the side of the corridor. Jiang Manxue didn't react for a long time with his attitude of taking it for granted.

Fu Qingye walked a few steps, did not hear the footsteps behind him, turned his head slightly, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Let's go."

Jiang Manxue held the coat with both hands, hesitated and said, "Where are you going?"

There was obvious impatience between Fu Qingye's eyebrows, as if it was a waste of time to say a few more words, he waved his hand, "Lisa is sick."

"Huh? Lisa is sick?" Jiang Manxue frowned after hearing this, "Lisa was fine when I left that day."

She was radiant, and she was still coquettishly meowing in Fu Qingye's arms, and she didn't look sick at all.

Fu Qingye snorted softly, "Sickness can't even be prevented by humans, let alone cats. Stop talking, and let's go."

"Oh... oh..." Jiang Manxue lowered her head and followed Fu Qingye forward in a daze.

"Wait a minute, my suitcase." Jiang Manxue quickly turned around and trotted all the way to drag the suitcase out. She glanced at Ward 66 at the end of the corridor, and bit her lower lip lightly with her white teeth.

Fu Qingye naturally took the suitcase in her hand, "If there is anything else that needs to be done, I will send you over tomorrow morning."

Only then did Jiang Manxue feel relieved, "Okay."

When she got into Fu Qingye's car, looked at Fu Qingye's profile beside him, and the neon lights that kept flashing outside the car window, she asked belatedly: "Lisa is sick, why am I sick?" I'm going."

Fu Qingye was on a bluetooth phone call. Instead of answering Jiang Manxue's question, he put his index finger on his lips and let out a soft 'shush' sound, his eyes were faintly soft, making Jiang Manxue indulge, indulge I completely forgot what to say next.

Along the way, she only remembered that Fu Qingye was talking on the phone with others seamlessly switching between French and English. His voice was very deep, like a cello, not dull, but a kind of elegant magnetism, and his profile , which is a line that cannot be drawn no matter how you draw it with a brush.

Fu Qingye was always answering the phone, which made it impossible for Jiang Manxue to get in the conversation. She could only sit aside obediently, her heart gradually became anxious, and her chaotic mind gradually became clear.

What was she doing here with Fu Qingye?
It is clear that she and him are innocent, but if you follow others home over and over again, isn't this putting a label of inconsistency on yourself?

Fu Qingye seemed to have finally finished the phone call. Jiang Manxue pursed her lips and was about to tell her to get out of the car, but she heard Fu Qingye say, "Here we are, come down quickly, Lisa's condition is very bad."

After Fu Qingye finished speaking, he got out of the car first, and Jiang Manxue never got a chance to speak.

After getting off the car, Fu Qingye took Jiang Manxue's suitcase consciously, and dragged it all the way into the villa.

Jiang Manxue could only trot forward with her coat in her arms, following Fu Qingye's footsteps, along the tree-lined path, the moonlight swayed the shadows of the trees, and there were faint crickets chirping. This was the last breath of late summer, and the leaves were like Ferntail grass, the night wind swayed gently, and the soft leaves drove the silhouette to tremble scatteredly. In a trance, it seemed that I could hear a string of small notes in my ears.

There is no tune, but the beauty lies in comfort, an involuntary beauty of admiration.

Fu Qingye carried the suitcase in, and the servants in the house took the suitcase and took it upstairs.

"Hey, that's my suitcase." Jiang Manxue wanted to remind her, but even wanted to refuse.

Fu Qingye slanted his eyes, "Is it possible that there is something valuable in your box, are you afraid that someone in my house will steal it?"

What he said was a little mean, making Jiang Manxue's face a little red, "No, there is nothing valuable, that's not what I meant."

She is so poor now, her whole body is as heavy as four bags, and she can't even get 100 yuan or coins. She is so poor that she has no confidence at all, especially standing in front of Fu Qingye and still at his home.

She has been here before and knows that every piece of furniture in the Fu family is of great value. Maybe a flower pot used to grow aloe vera is from the Qing Dynasty. This is a kind of heritage, only The Fu family can be so rich that they don't show their faces.

Jiang Manxue felt a little embarrassed, so she looked for words and asked, "Where is the cat?"

Fu Qingye raised his chin slightly, "Let's go, follow me to see."

Jiang Manxue followed Fu Qingye all the way into a small room. The room was filled with exquisite and beautiful cat climbing frames and some small toys, which were very warmly arranged. However, Lisa was not on the cat climbing frames at the moment, but locked in a cage.

It was very restless in the cage, scratching everywhere, and yelling constantly, and it didn't look like the well-behaved and noble before.

Fu Qingye frowned slightly, "It's not good, it's always been like this."

Jiang Manxue blinked, "It...does it want to find...a girlfriend?"