Su Wanwan was holding the phone, talking to Aunt Zhou, and walking towards the kitchen. She wanted to get a small cake to put on the table, but as soon as she got the small cake in her hand, she looked up unintentionally.
Damn it, she saw a ghost.
The phone held in his right hand fell to the ground almost at the same time as the cookie held in his left hand.
She didn't even care about the cell phone that made a crisp sound when it fell to the ground.
It must be an illusion. The man with a gloomy face standing not far away from her, holding a spoon and filling the thermos with porridge, must have been a figment of her unclear mind.
Right, that is it.
Su Wanwan wanted to run, but her legs felt like lead. Su Wanwan was stunned on the spot, looking at him stupidly.
She really had a fever, and her whole body was unresponsive. She didn't even notice that there was such a big person standing in the kitchen.
Fu Linchen put down the white porcelain bowl and spoon in his hand. The sound of the bowl colliding with the marble countertop was extremely strange in this silent space.
Su Wanwan just watched the man helplessly, crossing the distance of two or three meters with steady steps, heading towards her step by step.
It's wrong to hold his thigh now, it's probably still too late.
"uninvited guest?"
Fu Linchen's eyes looked at her, dark and profound.
"No..." Su Wanwan lowered her head, not daring to take another look, her voice was like a mosquito humming.
"Hate me?" A dark shadow covered her. Su Wanwan looked at the ground. The toes of her shiny leather shoes had poked into her pair of slippers that cost 3.9 yuan in a group sale online.
It won't be damaged, so Su Wanwan subconsciously moved her slippers back.
As if dissatisfied with her silence, the leather shoes took another step forward, and the slippers immediately took another step back.
"without……"
"An IQ of two hundred and fifty?"
Originally, Fu Linchen was going to buy food for her, and the door was open. However, he suddenly remembered that she was still sick. When he came just now, he glanced at the entrance of the community. The store was small and the things inside could be
Eat?
So, he went back again. When he was helping her pour water, he saw something to eat on the table in the pot.
They were all bought anyway, so Fu Linchen took out a few Mao Zedong pictures from his wallet and put them on the coffee table, counting them as his purchases.
This is the first time Fu Linchen has served someone like this.
I found a bowl from the cupboard, washed it several times, and scalded it with boiling water thoughtfully. I also found a spoon and just opened the pot, ready to fill a bowl with it and give it to Su Wanwan.
As a result, he saw Su Wanwan coming out. Fu Linchen frowned. Didn't he tell her to lie down? She was so disobedient. He wanted to speak out, but found that the woman didn't seem to see him at all. She just brushed past him and went outside.
Walk.
Fu Linchen has a dark face. Is his sense of existence so weak?
Seeing her pick up the phone, Fu Linchen simply remained silent, wanting to see when she would find him.
Ah.
Unexpectedly, he also heard some of her comments about herself.
Su Wanwan was forced to retreat by him, her waist was pressed against the edge of the sofa, and he was still pressing towards her. Su Wanwan quickly stretched out her hand against his strong chest, struggling to make some room for herself and him.
distance.
"Mr. Fu, you, you heard me wrong. I'm talking about me. My IQ is 250. It's true." Su Wanwan panicked, her face turned red. That was the sequelae of being caught saying bad things about people.
Seeing the flash of guilt in her eyes, Fu Linchen sneered.
"Su Wanwan, co-author, you are acting with me here, right? Tell me, when did you start acting, eh?" Fu Linchen's dark eyes were devoid of any emotion, and his face was even more indifferent.