I fish every day in a wealthy family

Ruan Qingshu raised his eyes and glanced at Fu Jinxiu. His complexion was beyond description, it was so gloomy that it looked like a large swath of dark clouds.

Ruan Qingshu tried to stand up, but the plane was very turbulent, and she still couldn't stand upright after dangling.

She panicked, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Fu Jinxiu wrapped her long arms around her waist, with a hoarse voice, as if something was pressed in her throat, "Stop moving."

Ruan Qingshu froze, not daring to move.

But the burning heat in her palm made her very uncomfortable.

Moreover, their current posture is really ambiguous.

Ruan Qingshu felt that time was infinitely slowed down, every second seemed as long as a century.

There was even hot sweat oozing from her back.

Finally waited until the plane stabilized.

Ruan Qingshu struggled in his arms, "You can let me go now."

Fu Jinxiu let go of the arm around her waist, Ruan Qingshu quickly pulled it out, her heart beating like it was about to fly out of her chest.

Her eyes flicked inadvertently over the place she had just covered, her cheeks warming.

She quickly looked elsewhere, and there was already an orange stain on his snow-white shirt.

Anyway, it was Ruan Qingshu who put it up, she spoke first, "Your shirt..."

Fu Jinxiu frowned, the shirt is a trivial matter, the key is...

His eyes were covered with a layer of darkness, and under this layer of darkness, there was an even more turbulent turbulence. With his jaw tightly clenched, Fu Jinxiu's voice was muffled, "I'll send someone to send a shirt."

After Fu Jinxiu finished speaking, she rang the service bell.

Not long after, a flight attendant came over.

Fu Jinxiu gave orders, and soon, the stewardess came over with a packed suit.

Some basic clothing is always on the plane to prevent this from happening.

But the quality of the clothes is definitely not as good as Fu Jinxiu's custom-made suit shirts.

When the stewardess delivered the clothes, she was attentive and apologized repeatedly. After all, she passed through Airflow just now, and she should be more cautious when dealing with a distinguished customer like Fu Jinxiu.

Fu Jinxiu didn't make things difficult for the stewardess, and responded lightly, "No need."

Seeing his indifferent attitude, the stewardess didn't insist anymore, said a few more polite words, and left.

The person who should feel guilty should be Ruan Qingshu.

After all, no matter how careless she was, she was the one who spilled the orange juice.

Thinking of the scene just now, Ruan Qingshu was embarrassed and speechless.

There was still warmth in the palm, as if it was going to burn her whole body.

The originally spacious space suddenly became narrow, making her breathless.

When Fu Jinxiu took the shirt and went to the bathroom, the oppressive feeling got better.

Ruan Qingshu panted heavily and fanned his cheeks to relieve the heat on his face.

After such an embarrassing thing happened, she didn't know how to face Fu Jinxiu.

The damn airflow happened at this time!
Just when she hadn't figured out how to face Fu Jinxiu, Fu Jinxiu who had changed his clothes came over.

He changed into a black shirt, which was custom-made by the airline, with the airline's logo on it.

The shirt is not as tall and straight as his original one in terms of shape and fabric. However, Fu Jinxiu has a superior figure and is a natural clothes hanger. This shirt can be used to shoot commercials when he wears it.

Ruan Qingshu looked away and opened the lunch box beside her to ease the embarrassment.

Fu Jinxiu sat down.

Ruan Qingshu was picking up the chopsticks.

"Mrs. Fu, don't you want to say something?"

Fu Jinxiu's words completely interrupted her plan.

Ruan Qingshu's eyes flickered, and her pale lips twitched, "I apologize, if it wasn't for the airflow, I wouldn't stand still, and I wouldn't spill orange juice on you. If you are not satisfied, I will pay for the dry cleaning fee."

Fu Jinxiu's eyes were cold, and he gouged her out, "I'll throw away the shirt."

That shirt was worth a lot at first glance, so it would be a pity to just throw it away.

But it was Fu Jinxiu's shirt after all, so how to deal with it was Fu Jinxiu's business.

Ruan Qingshu pursed her lips, "Then what do you want?"

"Shouldn't you pay me for a new shirt?"

"... "

Fortunately, all Fu Jinxiu wanted was a new shirt.

Ruan Qingshu agreed, "Okay, I'll buy you a new one, and you tell me the size."

Fu Jinxiu's face darkened, "I have to try it out before it fits me."

Ruan Qingshu originally planned to buy him a designer shirt online or in a mall, but now that he wants to try it, doesn't that mean that she will take him to the mall together.

Ruan Qingshu felt that she was waving to her in the headline news page.

She paused and persuaded, "Now the size is very accurate, especially for those famous brand shirts, you tell me what color, style, or brand you want."

Fu Jinxiu's expression darkened, "Is this the sincerity of your apology for doing something wrong?"

Ruan Qingshu had no choice but to say, "I'm really sorry. But you are now the focus of gossip news, and I'm thinking about you. What if we were photographed shopping and misunderstood?"

"Are you afraid of being misunderstood by some irrelevant people, or is Song Yuanming misunderstanding?"

"..."

Ruan Qingshu didn't understand why he brought the matter to Song Yuanming again.

She has no such thing as Song Yuanming at all.

Ruan Qingshu took a deep breath and said, "It has nothing to do with him, and he knows that I am married to you."

"Knowing that we are married, don't you still meet."

Ruan Qingshu didn't want to continue to refute. On this matter, it was useless for her to say more.

She twitched her lips, "Okay, I promise to accompany you to the shopping mall and buy clothes. Anyway, I reminded you. If I get caught, I don't want to be in the headlines. You should find a way!"

Fu Jinxiu glanced at her lightly, "Don't worry, others will only think you are my assistant."

What Fu Jinxiu meant was obvious, he and Bai Luoning were photographed as a suspected couple, and she was his assistant.

Last year, it was also said that she had a popular face.

She knew he didn't like her, and it wasn't the first time he had been sneering at her.

Although she was sitting in Mrs. Fu's seat, in terms of winning or losing, she still lost. After all, Bai Luoning was holding Fu Jinxiu's heart.

In Fu Jinxiu's heart, it occupies a position unrivaled by anyone else.

Under such a premise, she felt that she didn't want to be like a marionette, doing things that she shouldn't be doing.

Fu Jinxiu doesn't care about her feelings, and it's probably his pleasure to see her uncomfortable and unwilling.

After all, the discomfort and reluctance were imposed on him by Ruan Qingshu back then.

Ruan Qingshu lowered her eyes, and a shadow fell on her eyelids.

She picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of food, and brought it to her mouth. The slightly cold food seemed to have cooled down to her heart.

She chewed mechanically, as tastelessly as chewing wax.