After marrying the richest husband

The waist strength of the overlord may be born with extraordinary, extraordinary, and powerful.

Anyway, Sang Qiao watched helplessly as Fu Xingzhou carried the gas tank from the first floor to the fifth floor in a very, very inhumane posture.

His face wasn't red and he wasn't out of breath, except that his suit was a little wrinkled, and his breathing wasn't messed up.

Sang Qiao helped Fu Xingzhou straighten the sides of the suit, and arranged the cuff buttons for him.

Turning around, I knocked on the door of Grandma Li's house.

Grandma Li's wife passed away due to illness a few years ago, and her son and daughter are busy with work. They usually don't see anyone for a year or so, and usually live alone at home.

The old man moved slowly, and it took a while before the door of the room opened.

Sang Qiao smiled and waved at the old lady outside the house: "Grandma Li, we brought the gas tank up for you! Do you want to put it in the kitchen?"

Grandma Li hurriedly let Sang Qiao enter the house.

Just as the door was about to close, it was discovered that there was still a man standing outside the house.

The man is tall and straight, his facial features are more handsome than the stars he saw in the cinema during the Spring Festival, he is dressed in a crisp silver-gray suit, with shiny leather shoes, and he still looks very aura standing in the dark corridor——

It's just that the gas tank on the shoulder is not harmonious.

The man was about half a head taller than Sangqiao, and the corridor seemed low and the door frame was narrow.

Grandma Li took another two steps back into the room, grabbed Sang Qiao carelessly and asked, "Qiaoqiao, why do you let people carry gas tanks?"

Sang Qiao is also very innocent, thinking that he didn't let Fu Xingzhou carry it, he was obviously snatched away.

I haven't figured out how to explain it to Grandma Li.

Fu Xingzhou, who was still standing outside the door, had already spoken first: "Hi ma'am, may I come in?"

Grandma Li: "..."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Grandma Li worked in a factory when she was young, and lived in this old house when she retired.

She has been called aunt and aunt in her life, but she can't remember the last time someone called her lady.

However, Fu Xingzhou has always been very particular about these things, and will never enter other people's rooms without permission.

Seeing Grandma Li in the house did not answer.

Fu Xingzhou asked again: "Ma'am, is it convenient for me to come in?"

He was polite, but his voice was cold.

There is a sense of precious alienation.

Grandma Li: "..."

Grandma Li came to her senses this time, and quickly called Fu Xingzhou to come into the room and sit down: "Thank you, young man, thank you, no need to put it in the kitchen, just put it at the door, just opposite the door of the room."

But Fu Xingzhou heard that Grandma Li had asked Sang Qiao to put the gas tank into the kitchen just now, and entered the house with a cold expression: "It's okay, I'll move it there for you. I don't know where the kitchen is?"

Grandma Li: "...here, here, please."

Fu Xingzhou seldom smiled, his expression was expressionless in most cases, and he looked extraordinarily noble and glamorous in front of unfamiliar people.

Waiting for Fu Xingzhou, who was dressed in a tailored suit, to go to the kitchen with the gas tank on his shoulder.

Grandma Li pulled Sangqiao aside: "Qiaoqiao, who is this, it looks so strange!"

Naturally, it was impossible for Sang Qiao to reveal the true relationship between himself and Fu Xingzhou, so he rolled his eyes and said, "Ah...it's my boss, the boss of the company."

Grandma Li immediately patted Sangqiao's hand in disapproval: "Qiaoqiao, how can you let your boss carry the gas tank!"

Sang Qiao: "..."

He is not.

He really didn't.

Sang Qiao couldn't argue with anything, so he could only sigh, and pulled Grandma Li to sit down next to the sofa: "Isn't it just a coincidence, don't worry, I won't let him carry it next time, okay?"

Grandma Li glanced at Sang Qiao reproachfully, then looked at Fu Xingzhou in the kitchen with approving eyes, and said to Sang Qiao, "But your boss looks really young, and you are also polite."

Grandma Li lowered her voice: "Qiaoqiao, is your boss married? Is he rich? I have a niece who just turned 20 this year. She's a dancer. She's in great shape!"

Sang Qiao: "If you are rich, you are very rich..."

Grandma Li was very pleased with Sang Qiao's answer, and shook her hands excitedly: "Then tell your boss and see when he is free to come out and meet my niece?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Although it is not impossible to meet each other——

But the law popularization program on TV seems to say that bigamy has to go to the house?

If Fu Xingzhou went in, wouldn't he still have to visit the prison?

Not good, not good.

Sang Qiao was a little worried, and was dragged away by Grandma Li.

After a long while, Fu Xingzhou finally came out of the kitchen.

Sang Qiao hurriedly winked at him for a while, fully getting all the attention of the domineering president, then stood up, and said to the old lady: "Grandma Li, he is coming, just tell him!"

Fu Xingzhou grew up, and today is not only the first time to carry a gas tank, but also the first time to help others carry things upstairs.

Thinking about Sang Qiao's previous experience.

In short, Fu Dong's whole body is full of destructive low pressure that is about to ignite.

It's a pity that Grandma Li has never dealt with Fu Xingzhou before, and she doesn't know the person in front of her at all, so she took a banana for Fu Xingzhou with a smile: "Young man, what's your name? Where are you high?"

Fu Xingzhou neither ate the banana nor sat down, and stood upright in the living room: "My surname is Fu, Fu Xingzhou. At present, I mainly work on investment banking projects."

Grandma Li didn't know what an investment bank was, so she asked one more question: "Is your job stable?"

Fu Xingzhou glanced at Sangqiao and tried to be patient: "Not counting foreign manors and land properties, there are currently 670 domestically built businesses, 360 garages, and 32 billion liquid funds under my personal name."

Grandma Li: "..."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Papa.

I really can.

Kang Kang me.

After Fu Xingzhou said something like a rich man, Grandma Li, who originally wanted to introduce Fu Xingzhou, was so frightened that she didn't even dare to mention this.

The topic fell silent instantly after being stimulated by 32 billion money.

Grandma Li smiled dryly with her teeth leaking, and greeted Fu Xingzhou: "Xiao Fu is really young and promising, come and sit here, Qiaoqiao and I are talking about what kind of girl is worthy of you."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Who said it?

Sang Qiao was stunned.

Before he had time to argue, Fu Xingzhou's pair of elk leather moccasins stepped on the marble floor and stood in front of him.

Followed by.

A cold and clear voice sounded from the top of Sangqiao's head: "Oh? Then what kind of girl do you think is worthy of me."

Sang Qiao: "..."

No, someone like you is suitable for Dumei.

Fortunately, Fu Xingzhou didn't lord over Sangqiao's head for too long, so he turned his leather shoes around and sat on the sofa opposite.

The corners of Fu Xingzhou's thin lips twitched invisibly, as if mocking, and his tone was full of habitual politeness accumulated over time.

He sat on the sofa with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and looked down at the tea on the table: "But ma'am, I'm already married, so I won't bother you and... Qiaoqiao."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Grandma Li: "..."

The air can be said to be very embarrassing.

Even a thick-skinned person like Sangqiao couldn't sit still, touched his nose and stood up, ran to Fu Xingzhou and dragged him: "Grandma Li, if you have nothing else to do, then we'll leave first."

It's a pity that Fu Xingzhou sat upright, with his center of gravity unbiased.

Sang Qiao dragged him for a long time but failed to lift him up.

He also watched as Fu Xingzhou took out the wallet from his coat pocket, and then took out the checkbook from the long wallet.

Fu Xingzhou turned sideways, touched the knuckles of Sangqiao's arm with his fingers in an ambiguous way, and said in a low voice: "Be obedient, go and get me a pen."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Sang Qiao didn't know where the pen was, it was Grandma Li who went to the back room to grope for a while before getting Fu Xingzhou an oil pen that hadn't been used in a long time.

Fu Xingzhou randomly wrote a string of zeros on the top check and tore it off.

I tore out the second page and wrote a series of phone numbers on the back of the page.

Fu Xingzhou said flatly: "Ms. Li, the amount of the first check is 100 million, and the back of the second check is my assistant's phone number. You can call him if you need anything."

Fu Xingzhou pushed the two pieces of paper from the glass coffee table to Grandma Li: "But I hope you don't bother Sang Qiao with trivial things like today, his time is precious. If you can agree, I will be very grateful .”

Sang Qiao: "..."

Grandma Li: "..."

Although the atmosphere was completely broken, when she was about to leave, Grandma Li still brought the chicken soup made by Grandpa Sun's wife to Sangqiao in a basin.

The heavy rain outside the house was still like a waterfall, and the chill of the night was blowing on Sangqiao with the sound of the wind.

The air conditioner in the car turned on hot air.

The extremely spacious Maybach drove into the road from the narrow gate of the old community and wiped the safety gate.

The chicken soup in the stainless steel basin was covered with a lid that was not very tight, and it was packed in a red plastic bag.

The soup didn't have time to heat up, and the cold Sangqiao shivered.

Fu Xingzhou turned around: "Chicken soup is not good overnight, hold it cold, throw it away."

Sang Qiao quickly shook his head: "It's okay, it's not ice!"

Fu Xingzhou frowned: "Just now Mrs. Li said that you gave another old man 50 yuan for surgery..."

Sang Qiao hurriedly interrupted him: "50 is enough, Director Fu, don't write checks to other people anymore!"

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou paused for a few seconds: "In the future, I will hand over to Raven the responsibility of these old people. You don't have to worry."

Sang Qiao hugged the chicken soup in his arms, and rarely said a word.

Without Sang Qiao's talkativeness, Fu Xingzhou himself is not a talkative person.

It seemed very quiet inside the car.

This silence lasted until the Maybach drove back to the main city and entered the villa area. From a distance, he could see Fu Xingzhou's single-family building hidden in the rain curtain.

Sang Qiao suddenly said: "Fu Xingzhou, you are really a good person."

Fu Xingzhou, who was issued a good person card twice in one day: "..."

Fu Xingzhou said with a sullen face, "If you are upset because of what happened to Mrs. Li just now, you can just say it straight, without beating around the bush."

The chicken soup taken out of the refrigerator was warmed by Sang Qiao's body temperature and the air conditioner in the car, and finally became not so cold at this time.

Sang Qiao rubbed his hands, curled the corners of his lips, and said happily: "Fu Xingzhou, I'm not unhappy."

Even the plants and trees in the villa area have been carefully constructed. The chandeliers on the side of the road are in antique and custom-made shapes, and the colors of the lights are different.

Reflected, it seems that even the rain curtain is dyed with colorful colors.

The smile on the face of Sangqiao sitting in the co-pilot is the brightest scene in this color.

He sat on the seat uneasy and stretched his legs, then turned to Fu Xingzhou: "It's just that you are too kind."

There seems to be no big difference between this sentence and Sang Qiao's last sentence, even the meaning is the same.

But it seems that these are two completely different words.

Fu Xingzhou frowned, trying to interrupt Sangqiao's words.

But Sang Qiao has already opened it and continued on his own: "Your world is too high, Fu Xingzhou, you must not pull yourself into my world just because you married me by accident."

Sang Qiao stretched out his hand and gestured, and explained to Fu Xingzhou with his own limited questions: "You are like the clouds in the sky, and giving alms casually is something that people like us have never seen before."

"But human nature is very greedy, Fu Xingzhou."

Sang Qiao sighed sadly, "You are so kind, the more you give me, the more I owe, and I won't be able to pay it back."

Maybach worth millions has a good sound insulation environment.

The sound of the rain outside the car window was only a silent patter.

Looking at it from Fu Xingzhou's point of view, you can just see Sang Qiao's thin shoulders and necks that seem to be broken if touched.

He was too thin, pale blue blood vessels could be faintly seen under the pale collarbone line.

Even if Fu Xingzhou found the best chef to take good care of him, he couldn't fatten him up even a little bit.

Because the past days were too miserable, and the body was too weak, no matter how hard I tried to make up for it, I couldn't make up for the past.

Before the two got married, the Fu family actually sent a piece of information about Sangqiao.

Fu Xingzhou has also seen it.

Sang Qiao's life experience from birth to now almost 20 years old is as thin as his figure.

He dropped out of junior high school and worked illegally.

She was discovered by her agent again, and began to fumble around in the entertainment industry as cannon fodder.

Fu Xingzhou suddenly asked: "Why?"

Sang Qiao held the chicken soup and turned his head: "Huh?"

Fu Xingzhou's voice was low in the quiet environment: "You and I are married, and both parties share interests, and there is no debt or repayment."

Sang Qiao didn't seem to have thought about this idea before, and his eyes widened when he heard this.

Then he shook his head: "Oh, Mr. Fu, the sharing of benefits is the result of a normal marriage based on feelings. Our relationship..."

Sang Qiao looked at Fu Xingzhou with empathetic admiration: "Boss Fu, you are a good person. I know you sympathize with me because you see me pitiful, but you won't like me."

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

What Sang Qiao said was particularly convincing and convincing: "But in fact, we ordinary people are like this, just like overnight chicken soup is quite nutritious for us, what a pity."

"So we can't be people from the same world."

Sang Qiao concluded his statement and patted his chest with a smile, "But don't worry, Mr. Fu, I'm sure I won't take your pocket money for nothing. Even if the two of us get divorced in the future, if I can help you feel free to ask."

"You can do whatever you want, you can do whatever you want to help you squat and fight, I will keep my word."

Sang Qiao's beautiful and fair face turned around, and at the end he still didn't forget to give out a guarantee ticket, "Don't look at me as thin, I'm especially good at fighting, and I'm not afraid of blood, I'm awesome!"

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

in fact.

After the two got married, Fu Xingzhou already felt that he was infinitely close to Sangqiao.

But at this moment.

Before Fu Xingzhou could speak, Sang Qiao had already blocked all his words.

The person he puts on the top of his heart has a good personality, loves to laugh, is sunny and cheerful, and is very funny.

Gratitude.

Gratitude must be repaid.

So over the years, he has been working very hard to repay the little bit of good that others have given him, and double it back.

Fuck you, you must repay your kindness!

His youth believed in the goodwill of the world, but never believed that anyone would love him.

Mostly because she has been in the world for so many years and has never been loved.

Fu Xingzhou's heart was blocked so badly that the words that came to his lips were swallowed abruptly.

finally.

He stretched out his hand and stroked Sangqiao's soft hair: "Stop talking about it, my dear, go home, your clothes should be delivered."

Sang Qiao: "..."

What is going on with this child-like touch?

Did Fu Xingzhou understand what he just said? !

Sang Qiao wanted to argue with Fu Xingzhou again that he was a real Street Fighter, but it was obvious that the person sitting in the driver's seat didn't want to say a word anymore.

Fu Xingzhou got out of the car, held up an umbrella for Sangqiao, and brought him home.

The servants in the villa had already prepared hot towels and delivered them when Sangqiao and Fu Xingzhou entered the house.

There are sumptuous dishes on the table, the taste and color are exactly the same as those eaten two weeks ago, delicate and delicious.

Sang Qiao ate in the cafeteria for two weeks, tried all kinds of boiled pork slices and all kinds of Sichuan spicy and spicy dishes, and now seeing the light dishes on the table, he still misses them a little.

Fu Xingzhou handed the umbrella to the servant on the side, tried on the clothes on Sangqiao again, and after confirming that it was not wet, he said, "Go and wash your hands first."

The hungry Sangqiao nodded obediently.

Just as he was about to find a place to put down the chicken soup in his hand, Fu Xingzhou said to the servant next to him, "Take this chicken soup and warm it up, and bring it to the table."

maid:"……"

The servants in the villa may have never seen this kind of chicken soup packaged in plastic bags in the market since they worked here. They were surprised for a moment, then took it, and hurried to the kitchen.

And Sang Qiao was also stunned, and secretly tugged on Fu Xingzhou's sleeve: "You don't need to heat it up now, when I go out tomorrow morning, I'll drink it up and have it for breakfast."

Fu Xingzhou lowered his head slightly: "If you want to drink tomorrow morning, I will tell the kitchen to make it for you."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Fu Xingzhou's tall and slender figure walked past Sangqiao, stopped again, and turned around: "They're all human, there's no reason why you can drink, but I can't."

Sang Qiao: "..."

I went to Grandma Li's house. Why did Fu Xingzhou suddenly become a gangster again?

Do you want to prove that as the president, he not only has the best waist strength, but also the best stomach digestion ability in the world? !

Finish a meal.

I don't know if Boss Fu's digestion ability is the best in the world, anyway, most of the bowl of soup went into Fu Xingzhou's stomach.

The shirt brand has already delivered all the new products of the next season and the high-end products that will appear in the Paris fashion show. The branch manager also personally delivered two seats in the middle of the first row of the fashion show.

Sang Qiao pouted deftly and rummaged through the pile of clothes for a while.

Soon he found a peacock blue shirt that was exactly the same as Zhuang Hui's.

He dug out the xl size and put it aside, then sat on the carpet and searched left and right for a while.

I found that in addition to the color of peacock blue, this style also has a beautiful pomegranate orange.

Sang Qiao pulled out the orange-yellow shirt and put it together with the peacock blue one, and picked out some good-looking clothes, stacked them and put them in the small suitcase.

Fu Xingzhou had already changed into light-colored home clothes, took a shower, walked down the steps, and stood beside Sangqiao: "In the future, the brand will send new products every quarter, and there are several other brands. Ask the housekeeper to hang it in the cloakroom for you."

Sang Qiao closed the small suitcase and was about to speak.

Fu Xingzhou interrupted him helplessly: "I don't want to hear that you send me a good person card again."

Sang Qiao blinked and blinked: "Then, good husband?"

Fu Xingzhou was silent for a few seconds, looked at Sangqiao, and said "Yes" expressionlessly: "The card for pocket money is on your bedside table, don't forget to bring it when you leave tomorrow."

Sang Qiao: "...???"

The world has changed.

Fu Xingzhou has grown up, and he can't molested anymore.

After all, there is only one day of vacation, and the practice starts at seven o'clock on Monday morning, and some trainees will choose to go back to the dormitory on Sunday night.

But Sang Qiao has always been able to grind until the last moment.

He happily slept on the big bed in the villa until 05:30, and then sat up startled in a dying dream, jumped up, got in the car and rushed to the training building.

Fu Xingzhou didn't go downstairs, but sent a driver to take him off.

After the second episode of the program was broadcast, the ranking order of the trainees was re-evaluated according to the popularity selected by netizens.

The results were announced in order of ranking, and Sangqiao's noun was unexpectedly high.

Not only directly broke away from the sequence of class f, but also directly squeezed into the class of class a.

Although it is the last one.

Therefore, Sang Qiao has always suspected that it was because of the reality of the sand sculpture that he provided food and accommodation, which moved the majority of netizens and made them cast a valuable vote.

And today is the first day of training after the announcement of the new class.

Sang Qiao, an underachiever from Class F, not only has to bite the bullet and go to train with Class A, but also has to face the brutal fact that the first round of performances is about to begin.

There are six performances in the program plan, and at least half of the trainees will be eliminated in each performance.

In other words, the performance in the public performance will largely determine the future stardom of each trainee.

The c position in the different teams of the performance is a trainee selected by each class, which is jointly agreed by the three instructors, and then the main creator Yi Chu announces the final result.

There are too many outstanding students in Class A, obviously it is not Sangqiao's turn.

After the position c is determined, the trainees at position c will expand their team and randomly select trainee members from all classes in the program.

The list of c positions of the three mentors came out quickly.

Fang Yuzhou from Class A, as the first c-position, began to select players first.

As the first trainee with all A's in the show, Fang Yuzhou is undoubtedly the face of class A.

Whether it's appearance or temperament, they all seem to be top-grade products made for their debut.

Fang Yuzhou's orange class A sporty uniform gave off a trendy look.

His eyes swept over the many trainees, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "My first team member... must choose Sang Xiaoqiao. Sang Qiao, look at me!"

Sang Qiao: "??"

Yi Chu: "???"

Sang Qiao had just changed into the class uniform of Class A, and since he was not familiar with the other trainees of Class A, he was following the tail of the team to fish in troubled waters.

Suddenly being called by name, Sang Qiao poked his head: "Hey!"

The shot that was in charge of the shooting was originally shot on Fang Yuzhou, but when Sang Qiao was talking, it quickly cut to Sang Qiao's side, and then gave the two close-up shots respectively.

Sang Qiao pointed to the tip of his nose: "You really choose me?"

Fang Yuzhou's personality was flamboyant, with a perverse nature that belonged to the stage, and he waved to Sangqiao: "Come here."

Golden thighs from heaven.

Not hugging is not hugging.

Sang Qiao stumbled out of the team and followed Fang Yuzhou. By the way, he said to him very self-aware: "Tell me in advance, if my personal ability is not good enough, you can still regret it now."

Fang Yuzhou's height was half a head smaller than Sang Qiao's, and when he turned his face to speak, he happened to brush against Sang Qiao's ear: "It's okay, brother will take you flying."

Sang Qiao clasped his hands together and said sincerely, "Thank you brother, thank you brother!"

From class a to class f, the c candidates of each class can select players once, and then start again from class a until all the players are selected.

Fang Yuzhou's players for the first round had already been selected, so naturally it was the turn of C in Class B to be selected.

The camera that had been focusing on Fang Yuzhou and Sang Qiao also moved away.

next second.

Fang Yuzhou's arm rested on Sangqiao's shoulder, and the man leaned over, and said carelessly, "Are you nervous? Tell me about it."

Except for the time when he was hungry and afraid of being beaten when he was a child, Sang Qiao never experienced nervousness when he grew up, and shook his head honestly: "Not nervous."

Fang Yuzhou laughed, and grabbed Sangqiao's shoulder again: "Don't be nervous, I don't even have room to play."

Sang Qiao: No.

Sang Qiao is generally very good at cooperating with others, so he froze symbolically: "I'm nervous, you can play."

Fang Yuzhou: "..."

Fang Yuzhou was stunned for two seconds, then leaned back and laughed.

After finally laughing, he leaned close to the ear of the person next to him: "Sang Qiao, you are still so funny."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Fang Yuzhou helped Sangqiao smooth the three hairs on the top of his head, and said in a low voice, "I've seen you before this show."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Fang Yuzhou: "Also, before I finished dancing with you, someone came to me and gave me money to let me leave you..."

Fang Yuzhou couldn't finish his sentence.

Because after paying attention to the situation here with his peripheral vision for several minutes, Yi Chu really felt that the greenery on Fu Xingzhou's head became more and more lush, so he couldn't help but said: "Fang Yuzhou seems to have been whispering to Sangqiao. "

Guan Min'er, who was sitting on the instructor's seat, also looked over, and said curiously: "I also found out, he has been talking nonsense for the past two years, I don't know what he is talking about, can you share it with us?"

Suddenly being caught, the camera came up again.

It's a pity that Sangqiao and Fang Yuzhou were as stable as old dogs, and they didn't panic at all.

Fang Yuzhou also took the initiative to pull Sang Qiao back: "You all saw that we were talking nonsense, so we must not disclose the content! Well, in fact, I was telling Sang Qiao to form the most powerful formation, everyone. Kill the Quartet!"

After speaking.

Fang Yuzhou also gave Sangqiao a wink, and said with a smile, "Right, Qiaoqiao?"

Sang Qiao gave a thumbs up.

The only variety show Yi Chu participated in during this time is this Yourstage, and when he has nothing to do, he also searches Weibo for relevant information.

I also know that Fang Yuzhou and Sang Qiao's cp has been a big hit on the Internet before.

However, since there is no sugar to knock in the subsequent cooking, a large number of fans have been running intermittently.

Based on Yi Chu's experience in this circle for so long.

As long as the footage of Fang Yuzhou and Sang Qiao is released, cp fans are bound to go crazy again.

To tell the truth.

If it wasn't for the relationship between Sang Qiao and his cousin——

Yi Chu also felt that Sang Qiao and Fang Yuzhou had a sense of CP.

Both of them have good looks, and the height difference is also cute. The most important thing is that their personalities complement each other.

Unlike Fu Xingzhou.

It was cold every day, and it was hard to imagine how Sang Qiao got along with him at home.

Yi Chu had a headache, and was going to communicate with the program team to see how to deal with this part.

It would be best to cut it all.

Otherwise, he was really afraid that Fu Xingzhou would go crazy.

The process of selecting players for each team was recorded by the camera, and the subsequent training mode was adjusted accordingly according to the date of the performance.

The instructors who were originally drawn to guide different classes will take turns teaching each team during the rehearsal process.

To a large extent, the fairness of the practice is guaranteed.

The trainees of Class A are all very strong, except for Sang Qiao, who came down to the last place in Class A by virtue of his sand sculpture and good looks, the rest of the positions basically remained unchanged.

Most of the teammates selected by Fang Yuzhou are in Class A, and Sang Qiao's dormitory has not yet been moved to the floor where the students in Class A should be.

So after eating.

Sang Qiao said goodbye to other teammates, and went back to the dormitory to take out the shirt that was stuffed in the suitcase this morning.

Rolled into a ball, he left the room like a thief.

When returning to the dormitory after dinner, Sang Qiao saw Zhuang Hui still talking to the staff in the training room downstairs.If you go down quickly, you should be able to catch someone.

Sang Qiao returned to the third floor, and just about to turn the corner of the stairs, he bumped into Zhuang Hui who was standing by the wall.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao slammed on the brakes and accidentally bumped into Zhuang Hui.

He quickly retracted his feet and raised a smiling face: "Hey, Mr. Zhuang, what a coincidence!"

Zhuang Hui changed into white underwear today, turned around and said, "Unfortunately, I'm waiting for you."

The poor student Sang Qiao immediately looked back at his recent performance, and said positively: "Mr. Zhuang, I have been training hard every day recently, and I will definitely live up to your cultivation and love!"

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Zhuang Hui took out a small white medicine bottle from the pocket of his slacks: "Thank you for the previous clothes, return them to their original owners."

Sangqiao was very familiar with that medicine bottle, he even knew that there was a tooth mark on it.

But Sang Qiao didn't want to take the medicine bottle back at all.

If you take it back, isn't it equivalent to admitting that it is your own medicine?

So Sangqiao grinned crookedly: "Mr. Zhuang, you made a mistake. This is not my medicine, I have never seen it before!"

Without waiting for Zhuang Hui to answer.

Sang Qiao took out the shirt bag from behind and stuffed it in Zhuang Hui's hand: "This is your clothes, I return it to you. Hello, teacher! Goodbye, teacher!"

Zhuang Hui: "..."

Sang Qiao turned around and ran back along the corridor where he came, with brisk steps, and disappeared without a trace after a while.

Zhuang Hui was the only one left in the empty corridor.

Zhuang Hui was silent for a moment, then took out the shirt that Sang Qiao had stuffed into his hand.

Dust bag, gold leaf packaging.

There is even a handwritten message from the designer of the new quarterly show.

Obviously brand new.

Zhuang Hui never thought that Sang Qiao could really get the dress back.

He casually put the clothes back into the dust bag, thought for a while, and stuffed the small medicine bottle that hadn't been returned.

Just as he was about to leave, the phone rang suddenly.

Zhuang Hui connected the phone.

The voice on the other end of the phone said: "Hello? I checked the pills you gave me last time, and I said that you are too sensitive. When you see a white medicine bottle, you suspect others xd!?"

Zhuang Hui's footsteps going downstairs paused, but he didn't answer, as if he was relieved.

"However, I suggest that you return the medicine as soon as possible."

The other side of the phone said, "There are at least three kinds of pills in the bottle, two of which are antidepressants. There is also one called ziprasidone."

Zhuang Hui frowned: "What is the same?"

"Well, you don't understand. So I asked you to return the medicine to others. This medicine is an imported medicine for personality disorders."

The author has something to say: Fu Xingzhou: Has my wife been coveted by others today?

Fu Xingzhou: md, angry.

Sang Xiaoqiao: 00