Crematorium for all members: The real daughter went crazy after being reborn

After listening to Jin Ruman's words, Fu Zixiao quietly handed over an insulated box: "My mother cooked some porridge in the morning, and it was a waste, so I brought you one! You have a bad stomach, eat quickly a little!"

After a pause, looking at the blue insulated box, Jin Ruman reached out and took it: "Thank you!"

The next sentence was a natural rejection: "Zi Xiao, I really treat you as a younger brother! You don't need to take care of me like this in the future! Really..."

Fu Zixiao ignored it directly: "Get in the car! I'll take you to the company! You eat porridge in the car!"

"My mother's culinary skills have improved now! It must not be dark cuisine!"

Jin Ruman paused for a moment, and then she remembered something: "I don't mean to dislike Auntie's cooking skills!"

"Let's go!" Fu Zixiao had already opened the co-pilot's door.

Just about to refuse, but after seeing the familiar figure of the neighbor Aunt Wang, Jin Ruman got into the car quickly, and then shrank his head, afraid of being seen.

Aunt Wang is not only the director of the neighborhood committee of the community, but also a social cow. Every time she meets Jin Ruman, she always talks for a long time.The most exaggerated thing is that Jin Ruman's mother, Zhou Gaoying, came here on a rare occasion. In the end, she chatted with Aunt Wang for forty minutes and exchanged WeChat messages.

If she was seen with a man, the whole community would know, and so would Mom!

The corner of Fu Zixiao's mouth raised slightly when he saw it.

After getting into the car from the cab, in order to let Jin Ruman enjoy his porridge, he drove steadily, avoiding sudden acceleration or braking...

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Fu Xingxing stared at the photos on the phone for a long time, and the whole person was already in a daze, and began to talk to himself:
"looks like?"

"It's not like it at all, is it?"

"Who looks better?"

"Everyone has its own merits!"

"But our beauty is more aggressive, while Lin Xiyan's beauty is the kind that men prefer!"

Just looking at the photos, you can feel the gentleness and unique temperament of Lin Xiyan exuded by everyone. Her every frown and smile are extremely elegant. In addition, her identity as a professional cello artist makes her whole person even more glamorous. A layer of mystery.

When he was fascinated by watching, Fu Xingxing didn't even know that Hu Jingtian knocked on the door and entered the office.

At this moment, Hu Jingtian had arrived at Fu Xingxing's desk, he knocked on the office a few times, and then shouted: "Sister Xingxing!?"

Only then did Fu Xingxing react: "Ah? Oh!"

"What are you looking at?" Hu Jingtian glanced at Lin Xiyan's photo, and even he was amazed, "Is this your classmate? He looks so beautiful! He has a lot of temperament!"

Fu Xingxing paused for a moment, then looked at Hu Jingtian subconsciously: "You boys like this type the most?"

Hu Jingtian replied without thinking: "It seems to be!"

"There are 6 people in my university dormitory, and four of them like this type!" But Hu Jingtian is an exception. He thinks this kind of life is like living in a painting, which is too unreal, and he likes fresher girls, who are more down-to-earth , more smokey.

When thinking of this, Hu Jingtian subconsciously looked at Fu Xingxing.

Fu Xingxing didn't know it, and was still immersed in her own small world. She suddenly thought of something, grabbed Hu Jingtian and asked, "Do you—do you think she looks like me?"

Hu Jingtian's first reaction was to shake his head: "It's not like that!"

Fu Xingxing nodded in satisfaction: "I don't think so either!"

"Give me your phone, and I'll look at the photos again!"

Hu Jingtian took the phone, looked at it carefully for more than a minute, and suddenly frowned: "Sister Xingxing, don't hit me! I want to change my words!"