Qin Anan thought to himself, if that woman was not dead, would she be considered a mistress now?

If that woman dies, she will be considered a substitute for that woman?

Whether it is the former or the latter, it is quite sad.

As Qin An'an wandered around, Fu Shiting's thoughts also drifted elsewhere.

"Qin Anan, tell me what do you like Fu Yechen!" He took out the cigarette box, his expression unpredictable.

"I don't like him anymore." Qin Anan's voice was muffled.

If she hadn't started chatting with him just now, she might have continued to anger him with Fu Yechen.

Although this behavior is very naive.

But Fu Shiting always loses his temper with her because of a very small thing.

If she doesn't make any counterattack, she will be fucked.

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"Because I see clearly that he is a loser, I don't like it?" He held the cigarette between his fingers and did not ignite it.

"Is there anything else in your eyes except money?" Qin Anan asked him, "When Fu Yechen was chasing me, he wrote love poems to me every day. Every weekend, he would take me to art exhibitions and listen to concerts. We talked about very beautiful things..."

"Beautiful? I think it's a silly! It's because his mind is full of how to pick up girls that his career has failed." Fu Shiting interrupted her in a deep voice, "This kind of beauty is ridiculous!"

Qin Anan: "Fu Shiting, are you so mature and successful at birth? When I was fifteen, I only like handsome boys, when I was sixteen, I like boys with good grades. When I was seventeen, I like boys with good basketball, and when I was eighteen, I like boys with talented boys..."

"I have liked Fu Yechen. Even if I hate him now, I can't pretend that what has happened before hasn't happened."

"Shut up!" The smoke between Fu Shiting's fingers folded in half, and a chill appeared in his eyes, "Go back to your room!"

Qin Anan pursed her red lips and stood up from the sofa.

She didn't go back to her room because she was hungry.

She walked straight towards the dining room.

"Sister Zhang, do you have food to eat?"

She looked as if nothing happened, as if someone else was quarreling with Fu Shiting just now.

Mrs. Zhang immediately prepared dinner for her.

She sat down in the dining room, turned on her phone, and saw the message from Li Xiaotian.

A total of three messages—

Article 1: The blind date is over! I am not very interested in him, and I feel so filthy. He doesn’t seem to be very interested in me, but under pressure from home, he said that if I don’t dislike him, I can have a meal next time.

Article 2: He told me that his parents didn’t give him much pocket money! How could he have 1.2 billion! Is there any misunderstanding between you two?

Article 3: I decided to have a meal with him on the weekend! I must figure out this matter! Also, what urgent things do you have?

Qin Anan replied to her message: It’s hard to say anything. I will tell you when I organize the language.

After receiving her reply, Li Xiaotian called directly.

Qin Anan held his cell phone and looked at the living room.

Fu Shiting is still there.

If she spoke on the phone, he would definitely hear it.

She hung up the phone and replied to Li Xiaotian: It is not convenient for me to answer the phone now. We will meet at school tomorrow and say!

......

At 10:30 in the evening, after taking a shower, Fu Shiting was wearing a gray silk nightgown and paced around the room.

The less powerful legs are full of strength now.

He has been thinking about a question.

This problem made him deeply clinging his eyebrows and his heart was hard to resolve.

After a moment, he turned on his cell phone and dialed it to Zhou Ziyi.

"Ziyi, check if there will be an exhibition or concert tomorrow, and it is best to be in the afternoon or evening."

Zhou Ziyi: "Okay Mr. Fu. What type of art exhibition or concert do you want to see?"

This problem is difficult for him.

He never sees art exhibitions or concerts.

Even at this moment, he was not interested in these things.

"You choose what women like to watch," he said.

"Okay Mr. Fu. But women of different ages like different types..." Zhou Ziyi continued to test.

Fu Shiting never made such a strange request.
Chapter completed!