while, Qin Anan called upstairs.he Junzhi told Qin Anan what had just happened. Qin Anan smiled and explained, "he still doesn't understand such a complicated problem." He can only understand whether...Chapter 42

Qin Anan thought, if that woman hadn't died, would she be a mistress now

if that woman dies, is she a substitute for that woman

both the former and the latter are sad.

as Qin Anan's mind wandered away, Fu Shiting's thoughts also floated elsewhere.

"Qin Anan, tell me what you like about Fu Yechen." He took out his cigarette case, looking unpredictable.

"I don't like him anymore." Qin Anan's voice is dull.

if she hadn't talked to him just now, she might have continued to use Fu Night to annoy him.

although this kind of behavior is childish.

but Fu Shiting always loses his temper with her because of very small things.

she will suffocate if she doesn't do something to fight back.

"I don't like him because I see him as a loser." He held the cigarette between his fingers and did not light it.

"is there nothing else in your eyes but money" Qin Anan asked him, "when Fu Yechen chased me, he wrote me love poems every day. Every weekend, he would take me to art exhibitions and concerts, and we would talk about very beautiful things."

"beautiful I think it's vain! It was because all he could think about was how to pick up girls, so his career was a complete failure. " Fu Shiting interrupted her quietly, "this is beautiful, stupid and ridiculous!"

Qin Anan: "Fu Shiting, were you so mature and successful when you were born" When I was fifteen years old, I only liked handsome boys. When I was sixteen years old, I liked boys with good grades. At the age of seventeen, boys who like to play basketball well are eighteen years old and like talented boys. "

" I like Fu Yechen, even if I hate him now, but what has happened before can never happen. "

"shut up!" The smoke between Fu Shiting's fingers folded in half, and a chill appeared in the fundus. "go back to your room!"

Qin Anan got up from the sofa with red lips.

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

she made her way to the dining room.

"Sister Zhang, do you have anything to eat"

she looks as if nothing had happened, as if it was someone else who quarreled with Fu Shiting just now.

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Mrs. Zhang immediately prepared dinner for her.

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

A total of three messages-

the first one: blind date is over! I'm not very interested in him. I feel sissy, and he doesn't seem to be interested in me either, but under the pressure of his family, he said that if I don't dislike it, I can ask out for dinner next time.

rule 2: he told me that his parents didn't give him much pocket money. How could he have 1.2 billion! Is there a misunderstanding between you two

rule 3: I've decided to have dinner with him this weekend! I have to figure this out! By the way, what's your emergency

Qin Anan replied to her message: it's a long story. I'll talk to you when I organize the language.

Li Xiaotian called directly after receiving her reply.

Qin Anan held his cell phone and glanced toward the living room.

Fu Shiting is still there.

if she talks on the phone, he is sure to hear you.

she hung up the phone and replied to Li Xiaotian: I can't answer the phone right now. We'll meet at school tomorrow. Say it!

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at 10:30 in the evening, Fu Shiting paced up and down the room in a gray silk nightgown after taking a bath.

legs, which are not so strong, are now full of strength.

he has been thinking about a problem.

this question made his eyebrows locked and his heart knotted.

in a moment, he turned on his cell phone and dialed Zhou Ziyi.

"Ziyi, check to see if there is an art exhibition or concert tomorrow, preferably in the afternoon or evening."

Zhou Ziyi: "good Boss Fu." What kind of exhibition or concert would you like to see "

this question is difficult for him.

he never goes to art exhibitions or concerts.

even now, he is not interested in this.

"you choose what women like to watch." He said.

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

Fu Shiting has never made such a strange request.he little shoulder of crisp crying shook and was very sad. "what's the name of my aunt" In case I want to find Xiaoye in the future, I can only go to the aunt "" whose name is Qin Anan. You don't have...