The movie star's dumb little milk bag

I don't know when it began to rain heavily outside. Yuan Qiao didn't bring an umbrella, and now she is completely soaked. Due to long-term malnutrition, her hair is slightly chestnut, and it is wet and limp on her forehead.

He was wearing a white short-sleeved T-shirt, and underneath was a pair of whitish jeans, the hems of which had been frayed. On his feet were a pair of sneakers that were not even Putian, with a flamboyant adidss printed on them .

The moment he opened the door, Yuan Qiao was also stunned. Fu Zhiyan was sitting on the sofa with a big horse, and next to him was Su Xiao whose whole body was almost attached to his body. Liu Lang sat on the other sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, with an impatient face , and Wen Xing by the door, four people, four pairs of eyes, staring at him at the same time.

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He closed his eyes tightly and shook his head vigorously, expressing that he didn't see anything, stretched his hands straight forward, and handed the coffee to Wen Xing.

For some reason, seeing Yuan Qiao's miserable appearance, Fu Zhiyan felt very uncomfortable.

He subconsciously wanted to walk over, but before he could make a move, he only heard that Su Xiao beside him had already spoken.

Su Xiao was the host, and when he spoke, the sarcasm was clear.

"Hey! Isn't this Yuan Qiao? Why are you dressed up like this? Where's your costume?"

Su Xiao seemed to remember something again, and exaggeratedly covered his mouth: "Oh! I remembered, Zhang Tai lent you the clothes, you don't have any! What's the matter, are you...delivering food?"

Yuan Qiao opened his eyes. His big eyes were black and round. At this time, he was full of helplessness. He turned his eyes to Wen Xing who was beside him for help, hoping that the other party would take the coffee quickly. He didn't want to stay there for a second here.

Liu Lang tilted his head to look at Su Xiao expressionlessly, and just about to speak, Fu Zhiyan had already stood up, with a displeased face, he casually grabbed the suit jacket he had thrown on the back of the sofa, strode over, and wrapped the jacket around Yuan Qiao. body.

Fu Zhiyan's aura was extremely strong, he was a whole head taller than Yuan Qiao, standing in front of Yuan Qiao with a cold face at this moment, Yuan Qiao couldn't help but think of what happened in the backcourt just now, and shrank in fright.

Wen Xing took the coffee and put it on the tea table. There were 70 cups, each of which was intact. I don't know how he did it all the way.

"Miss Su, I know I'm a little tired today," Liu Lang was still sitting, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, but his tone was uncompromising.

"Oh... oh, okay, then I won't bother Mr. Fu for now," Su Xiao stood up hurriedly, remembering his purpose of coming here, and took out his mobile phone: "Well, can you add Mr. Fu's contact information?"

"No," Fu Zhiyan's voice was cold, and he didn't want to say a word. Without looking at her, he turned his head and changed a gentle tone: "Is it cold? Let's talk first."

Yuan Qiao shook her head. The suit on her body was obviously expensive. If it got wet, she would definitely lose the 200 yuan she earned.

Seeing him struggling, Fu Zhiyan's expression became even worse, and he pressed his hands on his shoulders, but his tone became more gentle: "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was raining outside, otherwise I wouldn't let you run away just because you lost the game." Go get coffee."

Yuan Qiao blinked blankly, then blinked again, and accidentally caught a glimpse of Su Xiao on the sofa with a surprised face before realizing that Fu Zhiyan was implying to Su that they had an unusual relationship, and Yuan Qiao was not a delivery man either.

Liu Lang stared meaningfully at Fu Zhiyan and Yuan Qiao who was almost in his arms, pursed his red lips and looked at Su Xiao: "Miss Su, then I won't give it away."

Su's face turned red and then turned pale, and he hastily pulled out a smile, and squeezed away from Fu Zhiyan.

Seeing Yuan Qiao's pale lips, Fu Zhiyan's face turned dark, and he grabbed his waist forcefully and led him into the lounge.

"Go talk to the staff and bring a cup of ginger soup," Fu Zhiyan told Wen Xing.

What?Wen Xing was a little confused, what the hell is going on?

"Tsk, go quickly!" Fu Zhiyan was impatient, "I'll be frozen for a while!"

All right, Wen Xing complained silently in his heart, it's amazing that he can still freeze in this summer.

Liu Lang took a brand new towel from the dressing table, walked to Yuan Qiao and sat down, passed the towel in his hand, and looked at the child in front of him calmly.

This child is really good-looking, fair and clean, with exquisite features, much more beautiful than some female artists in the circle.

Yuan Qiao smiled at Liu Lang, took the towel with both hands, and before she could open it, she was cut off.

Fu Zhiyan pulled the towel, and rubbed it on Yuan Qiao's head in a rude manner. He inadvertently touched Yuan Qiao's cold hand, and asked, "Why is it so cold? Is it still cold?"

After finishing speaking, she remembered that Yuan Qiao couldn't speak, so she stood up and turned off the air conditioner.

Seeing the concern on the pampered Young Master Fu's forehead at this moment, Liu Lang smiled, looked at Yuan Qiao and asked, "Your name is Yuan Qiao?"

Yuan Qiao took out the phone from his jeans pocket, tapped it a few times, and handed it to Liu Lang.

Yuan Qiao: Yes sister, I'm sorry, I can't speak.

Liu Lang was heartbroken. Seeing Fu Zhiyan like this, he knew with his toes that this was the person Fu Zhiyan asked her to inquire about just now.

But this child's life is so miserable, he looks so good-looking, but he can't speak.

"It's okay, it's okay," Liu Lang was used to being in a hurry, so he didn't want to scare Yuan Qiao, so he tried his best to look amiable.

After a while, Wen Xing came in with a bowl of ginger soup.

"Hurry up, drink it while it's hot," Fu Zhiyan brought the bowl to Yuan Qiao, Yuan Qiao still tilted her head and smiled, holding the bowl with both hands and gulping it down.

After sitting on the sofa for a while, Yuan Qiao suddenly stretched out her hand from the hem of the suit jacket, and pulled Fu Zhiyan carefully.

"What's wrong?" Fu Zhiyan felt as if he was facing an enemy, and he didn't realize why he was so panicked: "What's wrong? Headache? Dizziness? Are you still cold?"

Wen Xing's jaw almost fell to the ground in shock, he turned his head to the side and took a deep look at Fu Zhiyan, but Liu Lang held his head and turned back.

Seeing this, Yuan Qiao's cheeks turned pink, she shook her head, and took out her mobile phone to type.

Yuan Qiao: Thank you, Teacher Fu, it's too late, I should go back to school.

Fu Zhiyan obviously didn't focus on what he typed: "Why is your phone screen broken like this?"

Yuan Qiao thought about it and wrote again.

Yuan Qiao: Once the order was almost overdue. I dropped it when I was running upstairs, and I didn't have time to change it.

Only then did Fu Zhiyan feel a little satisfied: "It's not too bad, change to a higher-quality mobile phone."

Yuan Qiao was a little dazed, opened her small mouth slightly, stared at Fu Zhiyan, and typed again after a while.

Yuan Qiao: I mean change the phone film.

Fu Zhiyan: ...

Yuan Qiao stood up, took off the suit and returned it to Fu Zhiyan, bowed to Liu Lang and Wen Xing, turned around and planned to go out.

Fu Zhiyan straddled him with his long legs, and Fu Yingdi, who never exchanged contact information with anyone, held his phone with a sincere face.

"Add a WeChat."