Mrs Fu is so sweet

Chapter 139 Special Existence (4)

After Lin Ziyu finished speaking, she didn't dare to catch her breath. The two little paws on her knees were twisted together nervously, her eyebrows and eyes were downcast, and she didn't dare to look directly into Fu Zichen's eyes.

His eyes were too deep, and he could see through all her emotions with just one glance.

She doesn't like the feeling of showing all emotions naked in front of others, so she can only choose to avoid.

After hearing this, Fu Zichen neither agreed nor refuted, Lin Ziyu's heart was pounding the whole time, wanting to have a good talk with him again and again on the road, but she had to tell herself in her heart that she had missed the best time to propose, The decision-making power is not in her hands now.

Having known each other for more than ten years, she still understands Fu Zichen's personality more or less. She still doesn't want to hit the gun, and wait for him to calm down before mentioning it.

It's not that Fu Zichen didn't see her anxiety, but he didn't comfort her again. Instead, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, took one out, hesitated for half a second, then put it back in, took it out again, and put it back in again.

Repeated this three times, the whole person became a little irritable, and shouted to stop with a deep voice.

As soon as the driver, Old Liu, parked the car, he got out of the car without saying a word. He lit a cigarette while walking. The familiar taste of nicotine spread over the tip of his tongue, slid down his throat, and diffused into his lungs. Only then did his tense eyebrows relax.

He was walking against the wind, and Lin Ziyu didn't follow, but just sat quietly in the car, watching him drift away.

It's probably a habit since childhood, no matter how bastard or foolish he is, Fu Zichen walks with his head held high and his chest calm and calm.

I don't know if the night light is too gentle, or the night wind is too cool, smelling the faint smell of smoke, at this moment, she suddenly had a thought——

He is alone, always has been.

She wanted to hug him well, but she didn't do anything, she clasped her left hand tightly with her right hand.

After staying outside for about a quarter of an hour, Fu Zichen returned to the car smelling of cigarettes all over his body, and his handsome face could not be seen as cloudy or sunny.

But Lin Ziyu was very sure that he was angry, and became angry from being exposed naked | naked, and turned his face away to look at the leisurely night outside the window.

There is always someone to bring up this matter, and she is the most suitable one. Whether he is angry or angry, she has to bring it up.

Don't look at Fu Zichen appearing on the pink headlines every now and then. In fact, he doesn't talk much, let alone sweet talk. To put it bluntly, the women who take the initiative to post are either interested in his wealth or his appearance.

But no matter how few words he usually had, if Lin Ziyu didn't take the initiative to chat with him, he would take the initiative to say a few words.

But tonight, after talking about Fu Zijin's problem, he didn't say a word to her, and he didn't wait for her when he got off the car, and walked in front of her silently. She curled her lips and said in a low voice, "I won't talk if I have the guts."

"Mr. is back." Xiaocui's soft voice was heard before stepping into the house. The warm orange color passed through his side and sprinkled on the marble pillar in front of the door. Lin Ziyu picked up the hem of her skirt and couldn't help speeding up her pace .

"Madam is back." Xiaocui greeted again with a smile, paused, and added: "Madam, your courier is on the table, do you want to get it now?"

Lin Ziyu paused, glanced at the person who was walking up the stairs, and nodded slightly: "Well, give it to me."

"Okay, ma'am."

After taking the courier back to the room, the light in the room was already on, but Fu Zichen was nowhere to be seen. Looking around, he found that the light in the bathroom was on.

He dismantled the courier from downstairs and threw it into the closet, went to the second bedroom to wash his face, lifted the quilt and lay down, and turned off all the dazzling large chandeliers, leaving only a dim bedside lamp.

(End of this chapter)