Quick Travel: The host only wants to make money

Xia Mian looked at Fu Qiongchuan's cannibalistic look, a trace of grievance flashed in his eyes, and curled his lips, "I'm sorry, brother, it's all my fault. It's my fault. I didn't learn how to cook, so I made my brother hungry. Brother You probably won’t mind, right?”

The system twitched the corner of its mouth and said that it would let the host do as he pleased, but he didn't expect the host to be so casual.

The original owner was a girl who didn't like to talk. She suddenly turned into someone with a strong smell of tea. Wouldn't Fu Qiongchuan really notice the strangeness?

Sure enough, Fu Qiongchuan pinched his eyebrows with his thumb and index finger, "Who allowed you to talk like this?"

Xia Mian blinked twice, "Brother, what's wrong with you? I always talk like this!"

Fu Qiongchuan took a deep breath and looked at the pretentious Xia Mian in front of him. A trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, "It's not like her..."

Zhizhi should be lively, with shining eyes calling him brother...

Fu Qiongchuan stepped forward and pulled Xia Mian into his arms. Xia Mian couldn't stand still and just fell on Fu Qiongchuan's body.

Fu Qiongchuan tightly restrained Xia Mian's neck with his hand, and rubbed Xia Mian's face with his other hand, his eyes a little obsessed, "But this face really looks like..."

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Is this person already suffering from mental problems?

Sometimes they are similar, and sometimes they are not.

Xia Mian felt uncomfortable and wanted to struggle and turn her neck, eh?Can't move?

Xia Mian opened her mouth to speak again, "Brother, my neck hurts!"

After saying that, he stared at Fu Qiongchuan without blinking.

Fu Qiongchuan's face darkened, and he put his big hand on the back of her neck and pinched her, "Shut up!"

Xia Mian was not afraid of him. He told her to shut up now. He had personally gone to Xia's house to bring her out before, and he wanted to keep her in this apartment.

Don't you want her to be your mistress?

Isn't she good enough?

Isn’t that how mistresses talk?She has a coquettish mouth and acts coquettishly from time to time.

how?Are you dissatisfied?

Fu Qiongchuan couldn't help but start to doubt his own eyes. Except that this woman looked like Zhi Zhi, she looked nothing like her.

Fu Qiongchuan glanced at the clothes Xia Mian was wearing with disgust, a small suspender belt and a short skirt, and the lining of her waist was tight.

But Fu Qiongchuan's face darkened, and he was not wearing the right clothes.

"Change out of this outfit. This outfit doesn't suit you. There is a white skirt in the closet. You should wear that one. Be good! Go and change out."

Xia Mian took a look at the clothes she was wearing. There was something wrong with them. How slim was her figure?

Looking at Fu Qiongchuan's silent but threatening eyes, Xia Mian had no choice but to say, "Yes!"The sponsor’s father has spoken, change it!

[The host is Fu Qiongchuan's childhood sweetheart He Zhizhi. He always liked to wear a white skirt during his lifetime, so Fu Qiongchuan asked the host to change into a white skirt. 】

Xia Mian understands, she understands, she understands, the stand-in joke!

She was so picky just now, and when she spoke, she said she didn't look like her. This was because she wanted to make her a replica of He Zhizhi, and this is where the stand-in joke started!

Xia Mian opened the closet in the bedroom. Good guy, when she opened the closet, it was all white and there were no clothes of other colors.

Xia Mian fiddled with it a few times and found that the styles seemed to be similar, even the length of the skirts were the same.

Fine!Xia Mian casually took out one and put it on, looked in the mirror, what's so good about it?

It's like going to a funeral for someone, how can this look good?

The moment Xia Mian walked out, Fu Qiongchuan turned around and stared blankly at the girl who came out of the room, "Zhizhi..."

Xia Mian watched Fu Qiongchuan walk up to her without blinking, looking at her with red eyes, as if he was particularly sad. Xia Mian said nothing and let him look at her.

She is still very professional. She clearly knows that she is a stand-in. Now her boss wants to remember her old friend, so she waits quietly aside.

After a while, Xia Mian felt that she could no longer stand, and said weakly: "Brother, are you okay? I'm tired..."

Fu Qiongchuan finally came to his senses and turned around to cover up his gaffe, "I'll wear it like this from now on. It's very beautiful."

"Okay! Brother!"

It has to be said that Xia Mian, the brother who speaks every word, actually looks a bit like He Zhizhi.

Fu Qiongchuan's eyes once again pictured He Zhizhi calling his brother with a smile on his face at the school gate.

"Brother, are you here to pick me up?"

The girl in a white dress jumped up to him and put her hand on his arm affectionately.

Fu Qiongchuan looked at the girl who looked like an elf, with a smile on his face, and rubbed the little girl's hair.

"Your parents are not here, I will take you back on the way."

"Humph! Those two people must have abandoned me again and went out to play secretly!"

The little girl pursed her lips and slightly opened her lips to accuse her unreliable parents.

Fu Qiongchuan smiled and felt that He Zhizhi was like a child who had not grown up. He had been sticking to him since he was a child, and he had always been so innocent and cute.

He Zhizhi's family moved there when Fu Qiongchuan was in middle school, and they became neighbors in that compound.

The Fu family's old house is there, close to the school, and Fu Qiongchuan spent his entire youth there.

Fu Qiongchuan had always liked peace and quiet, and was a quiet child. Before the He family moved there, Fu Qiongchuan would only study and dive into the study, never playing with other children in the yard.

The old man of the Fu family often said that his grandson was a boring gourd.

Fu Qiongchuan himself thought that he might really be quiet in this life, but he met such a naughty guy like He Zhizhi.

When Fu Qiongchuan came home from school, the He family was instructing the movers to move things inside.

He Zhizhi stood there with two braids, munching on an ice cream.

Seeing Fu Qiongchuan walking over, He Zhizhi's eyes lit up. She had never seen such a good-looking brother before, and she wanted to take him home and become her own brother.

"Hello, brother, my name is He Zhizhi, what's your name?"

Fu Qiongchuan was blocked by a little girl. He frowned, took a long step, walked around He Zhizhi and was about to move forward, but He Zhizhi grabbed him by his school uniform.

"Brother, you haven't answered me yet? What's your name?"

Fu Qiongchuan had never been so entangled with anyone since he was a child. He just wanted to go home quickly and pull the school uniform out of the little girl's hands. ,

But the little girl held on very tightly and looked at him with a stubborn look on her face.

Mr. Fu sat on the wicker chair and watched his grandson being stopped by a little girl. He wanted to see if there would be any other expression on his grandson's face.

So the old god sat there motionless, but from time to time his eyes opened a small slit to look over there secretly.

Fu Qiongchuan was so entangled by He Zhizhi that he had no choice but to say, "Fu Qiongchuan."