Hidden marriage wife, wild turn

Chapter 110 Fu Sichengying's Doll

Song Rao: "Take photos and send them to Moments to record your life."

The words "record life" fell in Fu Sicheng's ears, which felt very comfortable.

Song Rao thought of something, and quickly said: "Don't worry, if I don't take pictures of you, my colleagues in the company will block it."

Needless to think about it, Song Rao would not make fun of himself, how could the shady relationship between the two be publicized.

Fu Sicheng's smile froze slightly, his thin lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he held back, comforting himself not to be in a hurry.

In a daze, Song Rao moved the noodles back in front of him, and handed him the disposable chopsticks: "Okay, taste it quickly."

Fu Sicheng didn't speak, but took the chopsticks and started eating.

"How?" Song Rao waited expectantly for his response.

"It's not as delicious as your cooking." Fu Sicheng said directly.

"Then I'll make you tomato and egg noodles next time."

Only then did Fu Sicheng feel better again.

The two happily ate noodles, but Gu Yang who was not far away was so jealous that he wanted to rush over and smash the stall!In the past, he was obviously the one who accompanied Song Rao to do these things, so why is he now a follower, doing this kind of perverted surveillance.

But he was afraid that Song Rao would be angry.

After eating noodles, Song Rao dragged Fu Sicheng around, bought oden and marshmallows, and led Fu Sicheng into the crowd. Before he knew it, Song Rao's hand was tightly held by Fu Sicheng.

The two are no different than any other dating couple.

Fu Sicheng's gaze was on Song Rao from beginning to end. Such a beautiful Song Rao made him feel unreal.

Suddenly, Song Rao stopped in her tracks and looked at the front without moving.

Fu Sicheng followed her gaze and saw that it was a stall full of plush dolls, and there was a sign saying, from one to six hundred, no mistakes, take a toy at random.

Fu Sicheng asked her, "What are you looking at?"

Song Rao turned to look at him with a bright smile: "Will you write one for me?"

Fu Sicheng looked at the stall again.Song Rao pulled him straight to the front of the stall, asked him to sit on a low stool, and then took out his mobile phone to pay 20 yuan.

She squatted down, next to Fu Sicheng's long legs, and pointed to a yellow Pikachu: "I want that."

Fu Sicheng looked at the yellow plush toy, and softly said to Song Rao who was squatting beside his legs, "Wait." He picked up the pencil on the table, lowered his head and began to write on the paper.

"Don't think it's easy. The stall owner has [-] chances to beat us. My brother only succeeded after writing ten times last time."

That time Gu Yang wrote that his hands were sore, and every time he made a mistake when he was about to succeed, ten times.The last time he finally succeeded, he was as proud as a winner, letting Song Rao choose whichever he liked.

Later, when Gu Yang saw this kind of stall again, he would drag her away and say that if he wanted to write again, his name would be called upside down.

Song Rao squatted beside Fu Sicheng's legs to watch him write. He wrote very steadily and quickly, with neat and beautiful handwriting, and wrote quickly. He didn't worry about making mistakes at all, and his mind was extremely stable.

It took only seven or eight minutes to write 8 numbers, and half of them next door were still writing.

"So powerful." Song Rao exclaimed.

After the stall owner checked and confirmed that it was correct, he asked Song Rao to pick a doll.

Fu Sicheng pointed to the yellow Pikachu.

The stall owner gave Pikachu to Song Rao.

Fu Sicheng picked it up for her, and said to Song Rao who was still holding a snack, "I'll take it for you, you eat."

The two strolled from the street to the end of the street, and then back again. Song Rao bought a bunch of gadgets she didn't need, and Fu Sicheng carried them for her. It was almost 10:30, and the two got in the car and left.

On the way back, the black Maybach did not follow.

(End of this chapter)