The brothers were reborn with tears in their eyes and wanted to pamper their sister to heaven

The porcelain doll is dressed in ancient costume, with a small red mole on its neck.

This mole is in the same position as the mole on her neck. The doll's expression is delicate and naive, and a bit like she is sulking. It looks really cute.

Shang Ningyue looked at the small porcelain doll in her hand and felt quite happy.

After carefully placing the porcelain doll on the shelf, Shang Ningyue found her phone and opened WeChat.

Fu Ximing's WeChat account was pushed down by other chat records, and it took her a while to find it.

Then Shang Ningyue felt that she was a little stupid just now. She could have searched directly, but she kept looking for Fu Ximing's WeChat manually.

When she clicked on WeChat, the conversation above was still the same as the chat between Fu Ximing and her after she posted a message to Moments when she was in Country H last time.

On the chat interface, two puppies were nodding their heads.

She hesitated for a moment and typed down a line: Gift received, thank you Brother Ximing.

She thought for a while, then deleted the words "Brother Ximing" and changed it to "Mr. Fu" before sending it out.

The speed of the other party's reply was beyond her expectation. In less than a minute, Fu Ximing replied: Huh? Mr. Fu? Are you still angry?

Shang Ningyue lay on the bed and typed hard: No!

Why is she angry... It's just that Fu Ximing always likes to tease her, always saying that she is angry, but she is not angry!

Fu Ximing: Then why don't you call me brother?

Shang Ningyue: I just like to call you Mr. Fu, okay?

Fu Ximing: It seems that you are still angry. Brother, I apologize to you. Don’t be angry.

Shang Ningyue frowned: I didn't!

Fu Ximing: That’s called brother.

Shang Ningyue: I don’t.

Fu Ximing: Okay (Wronged Baba Puppy)

Shang Ningyue was choked up for a moment. Where did this person get his emoticon? He was so cute. It didn't match him at all.

She replied with a meme.

Fu Ximing asked again: Do you like the gift?

Shang Ningyue: I like it, thank you.

Fu Ximing: Just like it.

Shang Ningyue glanced at the porcelain doll that looked very similar to her on the shelf.

Ask him: There is a porcelain doll that looks very similar to me. Did you specially let someone make it?

Fu Ximing: Yes.

After a while, Fu Ximing posted another message: Very cute.

Shang Ningyue blushed a little, cute?

Talk about porcelain dolls?

But the porcelain doll looks so similar to her, he is also talking about herself...

Shang Ningyue immediately didn't know what to reply, so she simply stopped replying.

Fu Ximing looked at the silent cell phone, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked again: Why didn't you reply to the message?

When Shang Ningyue heard the sound of a new message, she picked up her phone and looked at it. When she saw his message, she thought to herself, doesn't he know why he didn't reply to the message?

Shang Ningyue: No, I'm going to make the test paper.

Fu Ximing: OK.

The little girl wanted to study, and Fu Ximing couldn't bother her anymore, so he stopped sending messages.

Shang Ningyue didn't expect Fu Ximing to be so obedient. Although she wasn't lying when she said she was going to write papers, she thought Fu Ximing would say something else.

In fact, Fu Ximing was talking to someone at night. He just saw the news about the little girl and went out to find a quiet place to reply.

At this time, he was standing on the large terrace, holding a cigarette in his hand. The scarlet cigarette butt flickered in the cold wind.

Fu Ximing only took one puff and let the cigarette burn slowly in the air.

The night is dim and the lights are beautiful.

Fu Ximing couldn't help laughing when he thought about what the little girl had just said about writing papers.

The little girl Xindao is really a good baby.

He put out his cigarette on the ashtray on the terrace, turned around and was about to go back to the private room, when he happened to meet a woman in a red dress pushing open the terrace door.

Fu Ximing didn't look sideways and was about to leave, but the lady in the red dress didn't expect that she would meet a top-notch man just when she came out to smoke a cigarette.

She walked forward slowly, lit the thin lady's cigarette in her hand, took a puff, and slowly blew out the cigarette ring: "Sir, do you want to smoke?"

Fu Ximing's expression turned cold and he didn't pay attention to the woman at all.

The woman didn't feel embarrassed, but felt that it made her more conquerable. She grabbed Fu Ximing's sleeve and wanted to press her whole body against it.

The voice was gentle: "Sir, why are you ignoring people?"

It was rare for her to meet a top-notch man. How could she be willing to let him run away? She still wanted to flirt with him first.

Fu Ximing was already impatient at this time, and was about to throw away the woman's hand. The assistant hurriedly pushed the door open and saw that their boss Fu was being pulled by a lady's sleeve.

The assistant suddenly felt a little embarrassed, but the matter was urgent and he couldn't care less: "Mr. Fu, there's a call over there, saying that the person who didn't watch out tonight committed suicide."

After listening to the assistant's words, Fu Ximing's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

When the woman heard the word "Mr. Fu", the expression on her face suddenly froze. This "Mr. Fu" couldn't be Fu Ximing...

This is not a master suitable for flirting. It is said that his methods are very cruel, and if he is angered, he will die or be disabled.

Thinking of this, the woman quickly let go and took a step back.

She fell in love with the man's beauty, but compared with the man's beauty, her life was more important!

Fortunately, Fu Ximing seemed to be attracted by the assistant's words, so he ignored her and left the terrace.

Fu Ximing went back to the private room to say goodbye to his partners. After all, you always have to say goodbye before leaving, and there will be more opportunities for cooperation in the future.

Walking into the private room, there were seven or eight men sitting in the large and magnificent private room, all of them without exception had one or two beautiful women in their arms.

The women are all scantily clad and flirtatious.

The men drank some wine and began to move their hands.

When Fu Ximing opened the door and came in, everyone was looking at him. The men greeted him one after another: "Mr. Fu, you disappeared just after you arrived. Come and have a few drinks!"

"That's it."

"You, go pour Mr. Fu a drink." A man pushed the woman next to him.

Fu Ximing's expression remained unchanged and he said: "Sorry, I have to go back to the company because of something urgent. I will charge it to my account tonight and I will have fun with everyone another day."

Fu Ximing wanted to leave first, so a group of people naturally didn't dare to say anything. Just kidding, Fu Ximing's ability to cope with their situation was already considered a great honor.

A group of people all said yes.

Fu Ximing nodded briefly, took his coat and went out.

The private room fell into silence for a moment, and then became lively again.

Without Fu Ximing, everyone had more fun. After all, if Fu Ximing was here, everyone would be a little restrained.

A woman saw that Fu Ximing looked really good, and felt a little itchy in her heart. This man hadn't brought his female companion over yet. If she could win him over, she would make a lot of money.

So while feeding the man next to him wine, he asked unconsciously: "Brother Qing, what is the background of Mr. Fu just now? Everyone seems to value him very much."

The man called "Brother Qing" glanced sideways at the delicate woman in his arms, and saw through the woman's thoughts at a glance, and said nonchalantly: "Are you attracted to Mr. Fu? You have a big appetite. He is the current leader of the Fu family. You're different from us, you? You can't stand this man."

This is said in a polite way, but what does it mean that you can't stand this man? It must be that Fu Ximing doesn't like women like them at all.

The woman understood the implication, but she was not angry either. She lay on the man's chest and said, "No way! I only have Brother Qing in my heart."

……

Fu Ximing got in the car, and his assistant had just finished the call.

Fu Ximing asked: "Are you dead?"