Dark sugar is hard to prevent

Chapter 84
Tang Xien was surprised, and there was obvious joy in his voice: "Ah? Is this good? You go to work, will I disturb you if I follow?"

Knowing that she was pretending again, Fu Shiyu didn't bother to expose it, and said lightly: "When I'm working, you'd better find something to do yourself."

Tang Xi'en hurriedly responded: "I promise I will never cause you any trouble!"

Seeing that Fu Shiyu didn't say a word, she probed again in a low voice: "Then when you're not working, can you take me to play?"

Fu Shiyu said lightly, "Sleep, get up early tomorrow to be discharged from the hospital!"

"Obey! Mr. Fu!"

Probably because of Fu Shiyu's presence, Tang Xi'en felt very relieved and soon fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Fu Shiyu completed the discharge procedures, and the two of them went back to Tang Xi'en's house to get some summer clothes, and then went back to Fu Shiyu's apartment.

As soon as she entered the apartment, Tang Xi'en muttered to take a bath, and Fu Shiyu went to help her make arrangements.

As for taking a bath, Tang Xi'en is very familiar with it now, and completes all the procedures in one go. She doesn't need to bother Fu Shiyu to stand outside and wait, but after she finished washing, she sat on the recliner in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and wiped her hair while watching the scenery. Fu Shiyu followed come over.

Feeling the slight sinking of the position beside him, Tang Xi'en looked back and saw Fu Shiyu holding a wireless hair dryer in his hand, and reached out to pick it up with a smile: "Thank you."

"I'll blow it for you."

Fu Shiyu turned on the hair dryer and began to help Tang Xien dry the long hair hanging down his back.At the beginning, he blows in the whole direction, and his hands don't touch her hair, but as he blows, he starts to twist and blow in small groups with his hands.

He moved gently, and the temperature of his fingertips occasionally spread to Tang Xien's sensory nerves through his scalp.

Tang Xi'en felt warm in his heart.

"Your hair is very black and soft." Fu Shiyu said.

Tang Xi'en pursed her lips and snickered.

Thinking of my 27 years of life, I have been fighting non-stop, and I am on guard. Whenever there is a turmoil, I am as frightened as a bird. I have never been so leisurely as I am now. Help her dry her hair.

Tang Xi'en said with emotion: "I really like this place and the current state."

The high-end hair dryer made very little noise, and everything she said fell into Fu Shiyu's ears.

Fu Shiyu's eyes were deep, and after a while, he raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said with a smile: "If you like it, then work hard to make money and try to buy the apartment above me."

Tang Xien sneered: "Stop making such jokes."

This is one of the most expensive real estate properties in City B. The owners are all the second and third generations of old money in City B, such as Fu Shiyu. The Fu family has been the richest man in City B for several generations. The history of family prosperity can be traced back to the Qing Dynasty.

And ordinary new money may not be able to get the subscription qualification for this real estate even if they spend huge sums of money, not to mention that Tang Xi'en is still far from new money.

She came back to her senses and asked Fu Shiyu: "What about you? Do you like this place? Or do you choose to live here just because it can represent your identity?"

"Because there are few people here, I hate places with many people."

"After getting married, will you still live here?"

Fu Shiyu turned off the hair dryer, put it in a velvet bag, and looked at Tang Xien's delicate profile.Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the warm sun of late autumn in the north lingered on her face, forming a gentle halo.

He said: "I will build the house for marriage with my own hands."

Tang Xi'en turned her head to look at him, deep dimples appeared on her cheeks from laughing, her long bangs were soft and black, she pushed them behind her ears, and then turned her head to look out the window again.

"There is a saying that goes like this: the heart of a lover is the best house. And your she can not only live in your heart, but also in the house you built for her with your own hands. There is nothing like her in the world. A more enviable woman."

　Silly girl, you have already lived in his heart.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)