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If you eat knotted spaghetti, it means that someone is thinking of you.

While eating, Fu Xiao searched seriously.

"There's a diamond ring hidden inside." Boss Qiao's voice was full of jokes.

"I hope it's not those one or two-carat small diamonds that won't choke you if you swallow them." Fu Xiao raised his head, his eyes lit up, and his smile was full of anticipation.

Boss Qiao reached out to wipe the ketchup from her lips, and said with a surprised look: "I thought you didn't care about money."

"Of course you don't care when you have money." Fu Xiao picked up the red wine in front of him, drank most of it, licked his lips, and said sadly, "Now I'm bankrupt and penniless."

"I'll support you." Boss Qiao picked up the red wine on the table and filled the glass in front of her.

"Of course." Fu Xiao replied as a matter of course, "You owe me in the first place."

Boss Qiao didn't make a sound, his face was cloudy, he stared at Fu Xiao and asked, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Fu Xiao touched his shirt, finally took out a shriveled cigarette case from his trouser pocket, put it on the table and pushed it over.

The place where the two dined was in the living room. Uncle Hao locked himself in the bedroom, and he never dared to step out of the room until he heard the call.

Fu Xiao ate spaghetti as he wished, and there were pizza and French fries on the table, as well as two bottles of Bordeaux red wine and a bottle of Sprite. Fu Xiao insisted not to let Boss Qiao drink alcohol, so carbonated drinks appeared.

The buckwheat boss just ordered a light vegetable porridge, which was a bit tasteless.

"Why do you suddenly want to smoke?" Fu Xiao handed her a lighter to light it for her.The blue flames are reflected in Qiao's black pupils, giving people the illusion that her gaze is extremely hot.

Inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, his dry lips opened and closed slightly, as if smiling: "Because I want to hear you praise me for being sexy again."

Fu Xiao retracted his hand, played with the somewhat hot lighter, and squeezed out a soft smile: "It was very sexy a month ago."

"now what?"

"Wretched." The pale and thin chin, the slightly sunken cheeks, and the dull dark lips, no matter how you look at it, you look like a drug addict.

After successfully making Boss Qiao turn his back and cough earth-shatteringly, Fu Xiao raised his glass and slowly drank the wine inside.

Coughing made Buckwheat's face rosy again, and the effect was amazing.

"What do you want to say?" With a cigarette in his mouth and his chin raised high, the wretched boss glared coldly at the smiling person opposite him in a provocative gesture.

"It was very obscene 1 minute ago." Fu Xiao repeated his old tricks and stopped talking without continuing.

Although Boss Qiao had decided that Fu Xiaoyan had nothing good to say and would hurt people if he said it, he couldn't help but want to hear more from her.

"What about now?" Knowing that the other party was playing tricks but still calmly walked into the trap, Boss Qiao realized that he was really overindulging in dealing with Xiao.

"He's handsome."

Boss Qiao was a little caught off guard, the cigarette fell off the table, scalding a crooked round hole in the tablecloth.

"Prettier than the stars of Bangzi Country." Fu Xiao continued, and before Boss Qiao had time to react, he took a big gulp of wine and drank it down.

There was a strange color in the deep black eyes, lowered eyelashes to hide the emotions that were about to be leaked, silently and fiercely pressed out the cigarette butt, Qiao boss's face was cold, almost frosted.

Fu Xiao wanted to pour more wine, but Boss Qiao stretched out his hand to stop him.

"I'll help you."

Fu Xiao was flattered to watch her mix red wine and Sprite together, and couldn't help laughing: "This is how children drink it."

So Boss Qiao directly poured Sprite into the half-remaining red wine bottle and shook it gently.

Fu Xiao smiled clearly, and asked, "You forgot, I won't get drunk after a thousand cups?"

"How can you forget? That's something you're proud of."

"Anyone who wants to get me drunk has intentions for me." Fu Xiao asked, "Are you too?"

Boss Qiao looked at her and said with a half smile, "Guess."

Fu Xiao picked up the bottle of red wine mixed with Sprite, and drank it proudly with his head raised.

"It's a pity, I'm not drunk at all." The person who said he wasn't drunk swayed and sat down on the chair. When he let go of his hand, the bottle fell to the ground and blossomed.

Boss Qiao raised his eyebrows, his expression was a little surprised: "It seems that I overestimated your drinking capacity."

"Yeah, you like to wear colored glasses, so what you see is an illusion."

"It's better to say that you like to pretend, and you are unpredictable."

Fu Xiao has the ability to automatically filter out what she doesn't want to hear. She stroked another unopened bottle of Bordeaux regretfully, sighed softly, and said to herself: "Red wine should be tasted and sipped lightly, even the bottle and the wine are swallowed. It is simply a disservice to the scenery and ruins the spirit of elegance."

Another thin and broad hand wrapped around the hand holding the bottle.

"Where do you get so many poetic and picturesque ideas?"

Fu Xiao raised his eyes at a 45-degree angle. Under the thick eyelashes, the blue eyes shone with light, warm and clear, like a pure sky and sea, and only saw beauty.

"Inherited mother's genes." Yun Danfeng smiled lightly, different from the sweet and soft feeling in the past, that smile was so clear and shallow that it was almost transparent, as if there was nothing there, if there was nothing there.

Maybe, she didn't really want to laugh, but she was used to laughing, so she laughed when she was happy, and when she was sad.

"Your mother?" Asked tentatively, Boss Qiao showed a look of interest, but never asked directly.

"My mother is a beauty. Here," Fu Xiao tapped his forehead with his index finger, "there is a beauty mole."

Boss Qiao looked at her quietly, with a bit of tenderness in his eyes.

"When she died, she was also shot here." Fu Xiao's smile remained unchanged, as if he was talking about the most ordinary things.

A trace of surprise flashed in the dark eyes, and it was fleeting, together with the sentiment of pity.

Fu Xiao grabbed a handful of French fries, dipped some ketchup and ate them with relish, as if he had no intention of talking further.

Boss Qiao waited for a while, and finally couldn't help asking: "Is she a very poetic person?"

Fu Xiao froze for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"How did you become interested in my mother?"

Boss Qiao raised the corners of his mouth, and said, half-truthfully, "As long as it's about you, I'm interested."

"It's a real honor." Fu Xiao expressed his emotion inarticulately with a mouth full of French fries.

There was still some Sprite left, so Boss Qiao poured a glass and handed it to her.

"My mother's love is very dramatic." Fu Xiao took the cup, took a big sip, the bubbles were gurgling at the bottom of his throat, and some emotions that had been buried deep in his heart were clamoring for an outlet.

Boss Qiao listened quietly, knowing that it was not appropriate to interrupt at this time.

"If I hadn't gone shopping that day, I wouldn't have met a thief, and I wouldn't have met my father who was brave enough to do justice." Fu Xiao said, "My mother told me that there were many people who pursued her back then, but she fell in love with her father at first sight. .”

Fate is like a gift in the hands of Santa Claus. You are convinced that it will appear at a certain moment in your life, but you will never guess what kind of surprise or shock is hidden in the wrapping paper.

"Like most couples who are not well-matched, they were strongly opposed by their relatives and friends, and they had no choice but to run away from home, commonly known as elopement."

At the beginning of the beautiful story, the tragedy is counting down.

"At the beginning, they were really happy until they gave birth to me." Fu Xiao could still laugh, his blue eyes curved into two crescent moons, "Mom's body was very weak after giving birth, and she never recovered. Come here, can't go out to work, can't even take care of the children, dad has to work hard to make money, ask the nanny to come back to take care of us."

"But no matter how hard I tried, I was still so poor. When I was so poor that I had nowhere to go, my father took a wrong path and got deeper and deeper. At first, he just fought and collected protection money. Later, he was reused by the boss, and followed him to smuggle and sell K-fans. , I am also addicted.”

"I still remember that day was my birthday, September [-]th, easy to remember, right? The nanny left after cooking. Mom and I waited for him to come back. We waited for a long time, and it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning. He just staggered, opened the door and came in with a dazed expression."

"When my mother went to meet him, he raised his arm without saying a word, holding a gun in his hand. Before my mother and I could react, he had already fired. There were two bullets in total, and one was given to my mother. , and keep the other one for himself.”

Fu Xiao tilted his head and asked the people who were listening to the story attentively: "How is it? Is the plot wonderful?"

Boss Qiao stretched his arms across the table, held her cold hand, and comforted her lightly: "It's all over."

"Yes, they must be living a happy life in heaven now." There was no sadness in Fu Xiao's eyes, only longing.

Boss Qiao frowned, as if suddenly realizing something, he tightened his hands, looked straight into those beautiful blue eyes, and asked tentatively, "You don't hate your father?"

"Why do you hate him?" The overly straightforward question reveals an obvious message, not only is there no hatred, there is no pain.

If it is not a disguise, it is too abnormal.

"You were originally a complete family..." Boss Qiao said while carefully choosing his words, "but he left you alone in the end."

"I can't help it," Fu Xiao smiled tolerantly, "Dad loves Mom too much, they want to live in a world of two, as children, they should be considerate."

Boss Qiao frowned even tighter: "Do you think your father killed your mother... because of love?"

"No matter how much you love each other, there is no way to guarantee that the other party will completely belong to you, but the dead are different. Not only the body, but also the soul cannot escape. They are only loyal to each other, and there is no room for regret." Fu Xiao at this moment The smile is a bit creepy, "Isn't this kind of love beautiful?"

With a tense face, Boss Qiao said coldly, "It's not good at all."

People are dead, how can love continue?

"I knew you would say that." Fu Xiao snorted softly, as if all his strength was consumed by telling the story, he lay his head limply on the table, his eyes blurred, "I don't understand the style..."

Boss Qiao was still holding her hand, stood up, went around the table, walked to her side, bent down and stared at her for a long time, until she closed her eyes impatiently, wondering if she had fallen asleep.

"This story isn't complete yet," Boss Qiao whispered in her ear, "There must be something else you haven't told me."

Fu Xiao seemed to have heard her words, closed his eyes and moved his mouth, said something weakly and vaguely, but could only hear the last word: "... Mu."

Boss Qiao was stunned, and didn't continue to ask. A little warmth welled up in her cold black eyes, she let go of her hand, ignored Uncle Hao's previous instructions, gritted her teeth, hugged Fu Xiaoheng, and walked slowly back to the bedroom.

The wound did not open again, but it still hurt.Boss Qiao looked at Fu Xiao who rolled himself into a ball on the bed, and smiled softly from the bottom of his heart.

He lowered his head and kissed the lips that were always smiling, and tasted the sweet taste of red wine mixed with Sprite, and he was a little tipsy.

Walk out of the bedroom, close the door, go straight into the bathroom, and take out your phone to look for the address book.

"Hello? Boss Qiao?" After the phone was connected twice, Yang Riqing's voice came clearly from the receiver.

"Prepare a gift for me, Fu Xiao's birthday is coming soon." Boss Qiao said straight to the point.

"Do you still remember her birthday? It seems that the partial amnesia that Uncle Hao said is not as serious as imagined." Yang Riqing couldn't help teasing, "Is it because you only care about Xiao Xiao?"

"Just say what I ordered once, and you should remember it carefully." Boss Qiao was not in the mood to talk nonsense with her, and directly stated the request.

"Okay, okay, I know, I will prepare well." Yang Riqing was bored, so she could only listen attentively and obeyed repeatedly.

Boss Qiao thought for a while, and finally confessed: "If Fu Xiao contacts you in private, you must notify me immediately, and you must not disclose my partial amnesia."

"Actually, it doesn't matter if you tell her. Do you still trust her?"

"Being unfaithful once is not tolerated a hundred times." Boss Qiao finished speaking and hung up the phone.

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