Mrs. President is very low-key

Chapter 294 I'm Scared, I Like Everything

Half charm?

Whenever he mentions his mother, it is very high admiration.

Therefore, it seems that there is nothing wrong with him trying to kill Du Qingluo. In this world, karma reincarnation, it's not that there is no retribution, it's just that the time has not come.

Why should I "pity" him?Think of it as revenge for those women who were hurt by him. Thinking about it this way, I feel much more comfortable in my heart.

"This is men's accessories, what are you doing here?" Fang Ziqing glanced at the products in the store.

I said, "Who told you that I bought it for myself?"

"Then who are you buying it for?" He asked knowingly.

I didn't answer him, but went to the counter and looked at the cufflinks in a small and delicate box in the glass case.

The salesman followed my gaze and said: "Madam, good eyesight, this is the QM brand. Although the price is expensive, it is unique. QM is taken from the preferred pinyin of the Chinese word 'intimacy'. It is an accessory specially made for intimate men and women. If you love a woman, please send her QM jewelry, if you love a man, please send him QM cufflinks."

I said, "Just take it."

"Okay, thank you, sincerity fifty-two thousand."

I took out the bank card from my bag and handed it to him. Fang Ziqing stopped me and said, "I'll do it!"

"I never gave you a gift, you don't have to pay for it yourself! Money is not important, what matters is my heart, do you understand?
In the morning, you said that the cufflinks didn't match well, so I came out to buy cufflinks for you. Although, I know that your things are all custom-made, but I hope you like it. "

"As long as you give it to me, I like everything."

I took the cufflinks and took off the original ones on his sleeves. I wanted to put them on for him. I said, "You will always wear them!"

"He wears it all the time and pins it to his pajamas when he sleeps."

I couldn't help but bowed my head and smiled and said, "Then don't lose it!"

"If I lose my life, I won't lose it."

"It's so serious, I'll buy you a new one if you lose it."

He was a little moved and said: "Why are you so kind to me today?"

"I'm not a wooden man. You don't mind my child, and you help me find it so hard. Shouldn't I be nice to you?"

He was choked by my words, and he didn't know whether to answer well or not?
However, it's better if I treat him well than to treat him badly!

Today, the temperature is relatively high. After the torrential rain a few days ago, Nancheng City has entered summer in an instant. By 11:30, it is already a midsummer climate, and the sun is already a little hot on the body.

Therefore, I didn't eat out and went back to Fang's house.

Auntie, I have already prepared the meal, but I don't seem to have any appetite, and I don't want to eat at all.

He felt that the food made by my aunt was not to my liking, so he ordered my aunt to redo it.

I said: "Really, maybe the weather has suddenly turned hot, and I have no appetite at all. You can eat! I'll go back to my room and take a nap. Do you have any plans for the afternoon?"

"What do you want to do?"

I shook my head and said, "There's nothing I want to do! I didn't sleep well last night, so I'll go upstairs first."

"it is good!"

He is accommodating me, it is very tiring to accommodate a person, but he has to accommodate me.

I'm really tired, maybe I'm getting old!Energy has become so little?
He didn't go out in the afternoon, but he didn't bother me either. We are safe with each other!

The relationship between two people, especially the relationship between two people who can't be big and intimate, is almost like this state!

I really want to be together, but it seems a bit awkward to be together.

In the past, when we were together, I didn't have this feeling. At least, at that time, I opened my heart to him, but now, the door of my heart has been quietly closed, as if it can no longer be opened.

Even though I pretended to be nice to him, even if I gave him a gift, the joy in his heart is far from as good as he appears to be?
No matter how I treat him, it will be a twisted melon, and it will not be sweet.

Waiting for me to wake up, I found him sorting out old photos in the study.

I knocked on the door and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Don't you want to see my mother's photos, I'm sorting out... Did you sleep well? Didn't eat at noon, are you hungry?"

I shook my head and said, "It's like this when the weather is hot. I don't feel hungry. I asked my aunt to help me get something to drink."

I walked inside, and there were not many photos, but there were dozens of them, many of them were black and white, and only a few were in color.

The women above are either wearing ordinary dresses or expensive and exquisite cheongsams. They are so beautiful, calm, and always have a faint smile on their faces. Maybe this is the legendary noble lady?

No wonder Fang Ziyi was born so good-looking, so she inherited her mother's good genes?
This world is like this, good food, whether it is people or objects, can be pleasing to the eye.

"It's beautiful!" I commented.

Most of them were photos of Bai Yao, Fang Yijie, and Fang Ziqing's family of three. Fang Ziqing was still a child at that time.

When Fang Ziqing heard me praise his mother, he was naturally happy, and told me the stories behind the photos one by one. It seemed that he hadn't shown these photos for a long time, but it could be seen that they were well kept.

"This picture was taken on my fifth birthday, I still remember..."

He looked at a color photo and said: "At this time, Dad's newspaper office has taken shape, and the color photos can be developed."

Color photos 30 years ago should be very expensive!

"This was taken on my sixth birthday, and I have already bought this house..."

This was taken in the courtyard of the Fang family, not a posing. Fang Yijie was sitting under a sun umbrella with glasses and reading a newspaper. Bai Yao was drinking coffee, watching her son imitate his father to read the newspaper with a small adult appearance, with a smile on his face. A gratified smile.

The family is very harmonious. At that time, I wonder if there is Fang Ziyi in my stomach?
I asked curiously: "Who took this photo for you? It's really good."

"It's Aunt Meng..." He blurted out?

I hurriedly said, "Aunt Meng?"

"Well, the aunt who took care of Ziyi when she was young, her surname is Meng, her name is Meng Meng, she is five years younger than my mother, and she works as a nanny in our house."

"Then she must have been very young when she died of illness!"

Faced with my question, he was obviously shocked, and at the same time maybe a little flustered. I don't know why, but I always have a premonition that the death of Aunt Meng was not due to illness, but man-made.

However, Fang Ziqing was only thirteen or fourteen years old when Aunt Meng died.

I think I may have written too many illusory things, have conspiracy theories?
However, a woman's sixth sense is very strong.

"There was a person who lied to me, and then she died..." Fang Ziqing said this.

Du Qingluo was already dead. Could it be that Fang Ziqing couldn't do such a life-threatening thing?
I still remember that night when he and Mingxin got married, when he saw me inject those pearl powders, his nervous expression?

It happened that my aunt came in with tea and snacks, so we interrupted this topic.

I'm a little scared!I'm not afraid that Fang Ziqing is a "murderer", but I'm afraid that if my instinct is correct, what will he face?

Fang Ziqing?What should I do with you?Why, knowing that he did something wrong, I still seem to be able to "understand" and "forgive"?
Is it because the person he killed is also my enemy?
"What's the matter?" Fang Ziqing's voice interrupted my reverie?

"Nothing? I don't know why, I feel a little tired today, maybe I'm really tired!"

He pulled me to sit down and said: "Then you sit down quickly! Eat something."

I said, "Is there plum at home? I want to eat plum."

"Do you like to eat this?"

"Well, women, besides, there are only a few snacks that can be eaten without gaining weight and can solve the problem of gluttony."

He said dotingly, "Okay, I'll buy you whatever you want?"

He yelled at the door of the study: "Auntie, let someone go and buy some plums."

I drank some tea, and when I wanted to eat some cake, I felt astringent in my mouth, and I didn't want to eat.

Waiting for him to come back, he closed the door of the study, he gave me a hand, and I sat on his lap.

My heart immediately shrank into a ball, and there were very sensitive and inconspicuous changes in my body.

He approached me and kissed me on the cheek, I felt my face was burning red, I couldn't find a trace of "love", I even resisted such an intimate contact?

No, not resistance!

If a woman resists a man, she will find his behavior hateful and feel violated, but I don't feel that way.

I just simply resist!Even if it's just pure physical resistance, I don't hate him that much in my heart.

I felt my body curl into a ball, like a frightened child.

I sat on his lap, feeling like I was on pins and needles.

"what's wrong?"

He noticed my strangeness and asked in a low voice. The slightly hoarse voice was transmitted to my eardrum like electric waves, making the cells in my whole body seem to be boiling.

I pushed away his hand that was trying to touch my face, but didn't get up from him.

"I, I can't..." yet.

"Can't what?"

"Ziqing, let me ask you, did you do Du Qingluo's death? You can lie to me, but you have to answer."

He pushed me away by himself, got up and said, "Why do you ask such a disappointing thing? Du Qingluo deserves to die, why are you so worried about her death?"

"I don't care if she lives or dies, but I can't be with a 'murderer'."

I took two steps away from him. At this time, he looked at me with something wrong, and said with a sneer, "Murderer? How did Qiao Hua die? How did Qiao Zhentian die?

You should be very clear, I think you and Mo get along very well all the way, you can't be with a 'murderer', so he is not a murderer, is this logic correct? "

I am speechless, my silence is the answer in the affirmative?

"So, I'm not either! You should be treated fairly like this. I don't care about the past between you, but Nanfeng, you have to have a bowl of water, otherwise, I will be very sad...

Also, how did your mother die?If she was killed, who was the murderer?Your logic cannot be changed, otherwise, you are also a murderer, but the way we kill people is different. "

His words were like a bloody whip, lashing hard at my body, painful and itchy...

(End of this chapter)