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Chapter 51 Lantern Festival?Miss Yuan?
He half put his arms around Shihua's waist, but deliberately separated them by a few centimeters, so that he didn't touch them. His actions were extremely gentlemanly, just as he promised.

Walking into the noisy bar, all the people who were dancing and drinking stopped moving, looking at the two people who walked in from the door.

Shihua noticed everyone's gaze and felt a little uncomfortable. He looked up at Mr. Fu, his big eyes flickering: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Young Master Fu! What are we doing here?"

"Come... come to show off your secret lover." He walked in with his arms around him.

"Smiling?" mmp, you are a dog, you are forced to enter the bar.

Who is Fu Shao? The manager came up to greet him as soon as he came in, and led the two of them to the private room on the second floor.

Halfway up the stairs, Young Master Fu suddenly stopped and turned his head to the lively people on the dance floor and said, "My cutie said that today's wine is on my head." He looked down at that cute face.

Shihua smiled cutely and stared at Mr. Fu with his big eyes flickering: "My mother, your mother?" The swear words he said in a babyish voice were like being wrapped in butter.

"I can do that, but my mother might have to rape her corpse." I was a little moved, and wanted to lower my head and taste her lips to see if her tone was as sweet as I wanted. When I got closer and saw the wariness and disgust in her eyes, I suddenly stopped. , turned to her ear, and said softly: "What will happen if I kiss you?"

Shihua lowered his eyelids and didn't answer.In the eyes of everyone, this young couple is showing their affection in public.

The two went upstairs to the private room, and got bored after playing for a while, and left the bar through the VIP passage.

The next day Shihua accompanied him to have breakfast, watched him read the newspaper in a good mood, immersed himself in drinking soy milk and gnawing fried dough sticks in silence.

"I got a good result on this topic: Mr. Fu spent a lot of money on his cute little bar." He closed the newspaper, put it aside and started eating breakfast.

"It's so shameless, it's disgusting, it's so cute!" Stirring the soy milk with a look of disgust, she didn't have any sense of pride as the person involved, but felt very stupid. She also knew that this was the relationship between two diamond kings and five It's just a comparison between them.

"Is it not good?"

"What a ghost." She didn't want to make a high profile, but now she was pushed out for no reason, and she was afraid that she would not be able to do things well in the future.But seeing him in a good mood, I wish I could smear soybean milk on his face.

"Come and bring me food at noon."

"I can't cook, I'm too lazy, I don't want to move, I don't know the road, I don't know where I am." He looked like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water.

"If you don't know how to do it, let them do it well. If you don't know the way, let the driver take you." After finishing speaking, she didn't listen to her continuing to quibble, took a sip of milk, turned around, took the windbreaker and left.

What else can I do now? After breakfast, I went to read the book, and then went to the Kuo Tai forum. As expected, all I saw were the high-profile photos of myself and Fu Shao last night, and the comments below expressed envy and admiration. lemon.

Feeling bored, she turned off the computer and dazed. Now she was definitely overshadowing Su Qingcheng, but this was not a good thing. She now doubted whether Mr. Fu knew the cause of her sister's death, or whether he was lying to her.

If he lied to himself, Shihua was sure to pierce his head with a dagger.

After the chef here made the bento and packed it, Shihua reluctantly took the bento and left. The driver was already ready and took him downstairs to the Fu Group.

After hesitatingly carrying his lunch box, Ulala had several people come over to him as soon as he walked through the door. One of them, a middle-aged man in a black suit, waved everyone away: "Are you the Lantern Festival?"

(End of this chapter)