Report to the president, your actor has run away again

"What did you two have for dinner?" Tang Ruanruan's eyes were sharp.

Fu Xin immediately looked like Alaska with its tail clamped tightly, and was so nervous that he almost stood at attention on the spot.

"Huh? No, I didn't eat anything, I just ate food."

Tang Ruan chuckled.

I believe in your evil.

"Dining at a hot pot restaurant, huh?"

"It's still butter hot pot, huh?"

"Look at this little belly, you've eaten a lot, huh?"

Fu Xin was about to cry.

As soon as he came back, he washed his face, brushed his teeth, and took a shower with Sugar Bowl. He used the shower gel twice, and put his clothes in the washing machine, leaving no evidence at all.

Down!

Is his Ruan Ruan a hot pot detection radar? QQ

Fu Xin was nervous there, when Tang Ruan snorted, and then said, "Forget it."

"Today my son is a hero, and it's okay for a hero to eat spicy hot pot."

Tang Ruan stroked the chubby belly of a certain jar with both relief and sorrow.

"Just don't fail to pull the rake tomorrow."

Fu Xin seemed to see Tang Juan'er sitting on the toilet with his small face wrinkled into a ball and trying desperately, and exhausted all his strength to hold back his laughter.

Tang Ruan glanced at him, turned around and walked out.

"Ruan Ruan, are you going to sleep?" A certain bastard immediately chased after her.

"Sleep ass, I want to drink chicken soup!"

**

10 minute later.

Tang Ruan filled the second bowl contentedly, and by the way cast a disgusted glance at the person opposite.

"Why don't you leave yet?"

Fu Xin was sitting opposite Tang Ruan with his chin resting on his face, watching him drinking chicken soup with a fascinated expression. Hearing this, he smiled and shook his head.

"My clothes are all washed, I can't go."

Tang Ruan: ""

"Then run naked."

There is no way to hold you brother Ruan.

Someone tried to change the subject, "Ruan Ruan, is the soup delicious?"

"Ah."

Tang Ruan blew on the soup in the spoon, "Make another can tomorrow, and I'll send it to Ah Chen."

"Excellent!" Boss Fu, who has become a soup stew boy, happily responded.

"Right, I almost forgot."

Tang Ruan stood up, took out two invitation cards from the bag on the sofa, and threw them in front of Fu Xin.

Fu Xin froze for a moment, and then acted like a showman, "Ruan Ruan, you, are you getting married?!"

Tang Ruan wanted to spit the chicken bone in his face.

"Because of your mother's size, it's Su Yu's birthday the day after tomorrow. You keep this invitation yourself."

Fu Xin smiled, and opened it casually to have a look. Not to mention, this invitation card is really made like that. Those who didn't know it thought that Su Yu was about to have a double happiness.

Tang Ruan sipped the soup and said intentionally or unintentionally, "This is a reception, don't forget to find a companion."

Fu Xin put away the invitation and said with a smile: "What are you looking for, I'll be with you."

Tang Ruan silently looked away, "I have a companion."

Fu Xin: ""

Fu Xin: "???"

"Ah Luo, he hasn't attended a reception in China yet, so..."

Tang Ruan really couldn't stand Fu Xin's resentful little eyes, just like Alaska that had just been abandoned, and he felt guilty watching him.

"Oh, don't look at it, it's not what I thought"

When Su Yu sent him the invitation that day, Alois happened to be beside him, and asked him with a silly smile if he could go with him. What else could Tang Ruan say, of course he agreed.

"It's that silver-haired brat again!"

Fu Xin attacked the case, and Tang Ruan was so scared that the chicken soup in Tang Ruan's hand almost spilled out.

"He just has a heart for you! I don't care! I'm going! I'm going with you!"

Tang Ruan pursed her lips and called out leisurely, "Fu Xin."

Fu? Alaska? Xin, who was in a fit of anger, was half silenced by this soft voice, "Huh?"

Tang Ruan pushed the bowl in front of him, and said softly, "Look, what is the most in this bowl?"

Fu Xin stretched his head and took a look, only to see some orange red floating in the milky white soup, "Godberry?"

"Yes."

Tang Ruan smiled gratifiedly, and looked at him lovingly.

"Tell me, which little goji berry are you?"

Fu Xinwang burst into tears.

Until Tang Ruan finished washing the dishes, Fu Xin was still nagging.

"You just like that kind of mixed blood, as did the little model last time, and this stinky silver-haired one, oh yes, and that little Musheng of yours..." Tang Ruan felt a little worried when he heard his words getting more and more outrageous. Angry, I simply admit it.

"Yeah, that's what I like, and it's not like you don't know."

Tang Ruan pinched Fu Xin's chin, and raised his eyebrows flirtatiously like a son-in-law molesting an innocent girl.

"I especially like the one with gray-green eyes, chestnut curly hair, height of 188, and a big bottom?"

As he said that, Tang Ruan fished down with his fingers, and heard Fu Xin grunt.

"Ruan Ruan..." Fu Xin's voice was a little hoarse.