Quick wear: full-level bosses are forced to open business and become a heartthrob

Chapter 32

silence.

Still silent.

A deathly silence—

Tang Zhuquan thought this guy was sick again, and after giving him a supercilious look, he wandered upstairs.

Fu Qingcen: "?"

Fu Qingcen: "!"

what!again!Roll his eyes!
A few days ago, that guy Xie Jinbai gave her such an ordinary rose, and she was smiling.

In order to surprise Tang Zhu today, he even scooped up the flowers that he had worked so hard to plant for a long time. What did he get?
one!indivual!Pass!shoulder!fall!

There is also a very impatient white eye.

He's going to make a fuss, he's going to make a fuss, he's really going to make a fuss!

He bit the tip of his teeth viciously, looking as if he wanted to fight her: "Tang Zhu!"

Almost as soon as the voice fell to the ground, a small head poked out from the stairwell: "It's not over, you, fart."

"..."

She is so fierce.

Fu Daying's expression was blank for a moment, and a trace of bewilderment flashed in his black eyes like lacquer.

What went wrong, he would really cry!
Fu Qingcen slowed down for two seconds, and fanned his thick and curled eyelashes twice. When he spoke again, his aura suddenly weakened a lot: "...Come down for a while, I'm in so much pain, oh, I'm in so much pain that I'm dying."

Sin ah.

This guy is simply a genius.

"..."

She came down and held out her hand to him.

Fu Qingcen hugged her head silently, secretly observing her expression with a pair of peach blossom eyes.

...It hurts so much.

This woman must have practiced secretly, and that one almost gave him a brain shake.

The young man sighed inwardly.

He just took a shower and changed his clothes. At this time, he only had a thin, loose white shirt on his body.

He unbuttoned a few coat buttons.

Exposing the superior shoulder line, and the faintly red half of the back.

Tang Zhu was speechless, wishing to give him another blow on the head: "You want me to brag to you? Huhu won't hurt? Are you squeamish?"

Fu Qingcen was caught off guard by Tang Zhu and pushed his head again.

He fell down and pretended to be dead: "Ah, I'm dead."

Now the brain must be smooth.

Tang Zhu felt that it was necessary to set a rule for him: "If there is nothing wrong with you, I will call the police and arrest you."

"Then call the police."

Fu Yingdi's pretty face sank into the pillow, his tone was sullen, full of self-deprecation.

"You call the police and arrest me, a squeamish person."

Tang Zhu: "..."

After speaking, he himself realized that the atmosphere might be awkward.

So he got up slowly again, raised his face slightly, and muttered something softly, as if coquettish: "I rolled down the stairs, it hurts."

Then he felt that he looked the same as Xie Jinbai, so he added another sentence: "It hurts."

"..."

The key is that his expression seems to be really serious.

Tang Zhu didn't even want to try to give him another hammer to wake him up.

...that stupid boy.

Eighty percent of the time I broke my brain when I rolled down the stairs.

She endured.

So half a second later, she sighed: "That's all right, let me squeeze it for you?"

Fu Qingcen raised his face, the corners of his lips were turned up, and his peach blossom eyes were slightly curved.

He sits obediently, and looks like a stupid beauty with a gap in intelligence.

"Ok."

**
However, soon Tang Zhu knew the truth of the matter.

Because the clue quickly appeared on the hot search list the next day.

#Fu Qingcen Picking Flower Thief#
The topic is followed by the word explosive.

Tang Zhu couldn't hold back and clicked in to have a look.

The general idea is that the aunt of Fu Qingcen's family went to water the flowers this morning and found that the flowers were gone, but the pot was still there.

After adjusting the surveillance, it was found that the thief was a man in a black sweater, but he couldn't see his face clearly.

Please help catch a thief, because this flower is really expensive.

"..."

Fu Qingcen wanted to scare Tang Zhu from behind because she was so obsessed with looking at her phone.

It turned out that the first thing I saw when I glanced over was the outrageous title.

There are also posts.

Fu Qingcen: "..."

It's embarrassing.

Or let him die.

　When you praise me, I feel embarrassed.

　　Because I always feel that you are not boasting enough! ! !
　　Come! !praise me! ! !Five hundred words! ! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)