Splendid Rebirth: Good Morning Mrs. Fu

The more Gu Ninghuan heard what she said, the more uneasy she felt in her heart.

Unexpectedly, Song Ci met the scumbag writer who killed her so early. Nobility and aloofness may be good characters in film and television dramas, but they are fatal injuries to ordinary people. His nobility and aloofness may drag the people around him into the abyss, do you understand? Gu Ninghuan seriously

A reminder of Song Ci. Song Ci was taken aback for a moment, she rarely saw Gu Ninghuan so serious, she couldn't help laughing: Ning Huan, what are you doing so seriously, don't you think I will like this writer? Stop making trouble, A family like ours,

How could our family allow us to marry a writer who couldn't even support himself. And I am not a child anymore, of course I will not disobey my family just because of a person who cannot be together.

It's good that you know. Seeing Song Ci's disapproving look, Gu Ninghuan didn't feel much relieved in his heart.

The truth is the truth, and I believe that Song Ci knew this truth in her previous life, but she still chose a dead end.

How did you meet him? Gu Ning looked at Song Ci, not quite understanding how a writer who couldn't even support himself knew Song Ci.

Obviously, there is a horizontal gap between the two of them that cannot be crossed at all. Song Ci's fingers fluttered on the keyboard: The day before yesterday I parked my car on the side of the road, and I was accidentally scratched by his friend's bicycle. At that time, his friend said that he would never pay for it, and even yelled at me. Thanks to someone He speaks for me

I can bear the loss of my car.

That thing happened until now, I wonder if he has compensated you? Gu Ninghuan asked lightly. Hearing this, Song Ci froze slightly when he typed: No, his life is not easy, so I didn't ask him to compensate. And do you know? In fact, he is really very talented, but he is underappreciated. I am planning to find a publisher help him

, to see if he can publish his collection of poems. A collection of poems? Song Ci, even if you are helping others, you must understand the current domestic market. Do you know that poetry anthologies are hard to sell in China now? For example, in recent years, have you found a famous author of poetry? if you

If I really want to help him, I should persuade him to create in a different way. Gu Ninghuan sighed, Song Ci's present looks like she was once bewitched by Ji Zixing.

It's definitely not love, it's just that a girl who was raised in an ivory tower will inevitably feel irrational to the different opposite sexes around her, it's just an obsession.

I told him, but when I talked about this market problem, he said that I don't understand the character of a literati at all, and then ignored me. Song Ci frowned, and it could be seen that she was in a bad mood now .

Gu Ninghuan smiled coldly: I might as well make a malicious guess. At the beginning, he was sure that you would not let him pay compensation, so he was willing to bear the responsibility of scratching your car for his friend.

The reason why Gu Ninghuan made such a guess is that after Song Ci was with the writer, all the food and clothing expenses of the writer were given by Song Ci.

In order to be able to publish books, the writer even forced Song Ci, who had severed ties with the Song family, to go back to the Song family to ask for money.

How could such a soft rice man have such a big tolerance to help his friend bear the responsibility for the accident.

Ning Huan, what do you mean by that? Song Ci didn't understand why Gu Ning Huan suddenly became suspicious of the writer's motives.

Gu Ninghuan said earnestly: I mean, don't be the next me. Do you still remember my paranoia towards Ji Zixing?

I understand. Song Ci looked at Gu Ninghuan and put away his phone.

Back when Gu Ninghuan was obsessed with Ji Zixing, she kept trying to persuade Gu Ninghuan.

But Gu Ninghuan seemed to be possessed by a demon, and she couldn't listen to what she said at all, but now that she thinks about it, she really has some feelings for that writer that she shouldn't have.

Song Ci frowned slightly, and even found out that something was wrong. After the writer added her WeChat, he never mentioned the matter of compensation, but kept sending her poems he wrote.

At the same time, it implies that he himself is an underappreciated person, and what he lacks now is the help of a noble person.

Seeing what he said, Song Ci felt pity almost immediately, and wanted to help the writer, but is the writer really talented? Song Ci took a closer look at the poems written by the writer. After she calmed down, she did not put on a filter of emotion. At this time, she realized that the writer should not be popular. water

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It's good that you understand. Gu Ninghuan slightly hooked her lips, she really didn't want to see Song Ci ruin herself because of a love affair.

Why did you get up? A magnetic voice came, Gu Ninghuan raised his head and froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Why is Fu Xishen back!

Didn't he never come back for lunch?

Gu Ninghuan's hand holding the black tea was trembling, and Song Ci stood up from the sofa in surprise when he saw Fu Xishen.

Fu Xishen's tall and tall body walked slowly, and his casual behavior contained the nobility of a long-term high-ranking person.

Ning... Huan! Why did Mr. Fu come to the house you rented. Song Ci was completely confused.

She doesn't even know where to put her hands. She feels like the person she has been looking up to and adoring all along suddenly appears in your eyes in the most unexpected way.

A rented house? Fu Xi looked at Gu Ninghuan deeply, but his eyes were full of coldness.

Gu Ninghuan can't wait to dig a hole and bury herself right now. She never dreamed that the lie she just told would be instantly shattered.

Even though Song Ci is rather silly and sweet, but now he still feels the unusual relationship between Gu Ninghuan and Fu Xishen.

Ning Huan, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do, so I'll leave first! Song Ci hurriedly took the bag and ran away, leaving Gu Ninghuan here alone.

Gu Ninghuan also stood up immediately: Wait for me, I'll give you a ride.

Just let the maid take this lady out. As for you, stay here. Fu Xishen's eyes drooped slightly, and his voice was high and cold.

Because of what he said, Gu Ninghuan suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

The man seemed angry.

You didn't tell your friend about our relationship. After Song Ci left, Fu Xishen sat opposite Gu Ninghuan, staring at her with dark eyes, and said.

This sentence is not a question, but an affirmation.

Gu Ninghuan was restless, especially when Fu Xishen stared at her with such dangerous eyes, she couldn't lie at all. Yes. Gu Ninghuan spit out the word a little stiffly, making Fu Xishen's face extremely cold in an instant.