Act like a spoiled brat every day

Chapter 96 The Fu House (1)

The fingertips were clasped with the other's long fingers again. The boy licked the corners of his lips, lowered his eyes, and looked at Shang Ji Jiujiu with a slightly astonished gaze. Suppresses a violent pet.

The action of Fu Qi taking the initiative to hold her hand really shocked her.

The guy Feng Qi left a deep impression on her, "Don't hold his hand" is like a profound instruction, engraved in Ji Jiujiu's mind, which made her deliberately avoid it with some trepidation, and also had some itch to think about it. Go hold him.

A bit of perplexity gradually appeared on his white and soft face.

"Fu Qi," she obediently followed Fu Qi's side. The boy was slender and straight, with broad shoulders and straight shoulder lines, giving him a sense of security. "However, not only people who are important to each other can hold hands Well?"

"..."

The little girl's pair of water-cut pupils shone with clear water, clean like the bright blue sky washed by the rain. Fu Qi was silent for a moment, and then, the hand holding her tightened a little. , a contemptuous "hum" came out of her throat, and her tone sounded like she was too lazy to deal with her, "If you want to hold it, you can hold it, where is there so much nonsense?"

This little guy looks stupid, why is he so hard to cheat?
The boy frowned.

The expression was quite impatient, with an arrogant expression of "what to do, I can't do it", as if the matter of Qianji Jiujiu was so reluctant to him.

"……Oh."

The little girl is peaceful, the little girl is honest.

She moved her white soft fingertips secretly, rubbing against the back of the boy's hand.

Then he lowered his eyes, with an innocent and serious expression on his face.

But hidden under that cute little face, there is an easy-to-see joy, and the sweet smile that the girl can't hide secretly.

*
After returning home, Ji Jiujiu almost forgot what was going on. It wasn't until she saw the cooperation agreement that she casually threw on the desk in the room the night before that she suddenly remembered something. She skipped out without even changing her clothes.

Opposite her room is Fu Qi's room, and his room is a little smaller than hers - the room she lives in is the master bedroom.

There is no why.

Originally, Ji Jiujiu thought that she could live anywhere, anyway, she even lived in the basement, except for the occasional cockroach crawling around, and the mouse that sneaked up on her feet unexpectedly and despised her godhood, she felt that there was nothing she could not bear .

But when picking a room.

The young man copied his pocket with one hand, leaned against the wall in a dignified manner, squinted his eyes inexplicably, picked him up simply and rudely, and threw him directly into the door of the master bedroom.

I also suspect her ink stains.

At that time, Ji Jiujiu was ruthlessly lifted up, and he was caught off guard by this large room with a good orientation.

She didn't think about anything at that time.

She felt that there was a row of gleaming words on Fu Qi's head.

——"The mouth dislikes the integrity of the body".

Thinking of this, Ji Jiujiu couldn't help but pursed his lips, bent his knuckles slightly, and knocked lightly on the door, with his small face pressed against the cold wood, he shouted: "Fu Qi, I'm coming in—"

"Crack."

The door was opened by the boy from the inside.

It could be seen that he had just come out of the bathroom in the room, his black hair was still wet on his forehead, and water was dripping down.

The shirt didn't fit properly, the collar was evilly loose, and the top two buttons were undone casually, revealing a deep and skinny collarbone line and a small patch of fair skin.

The young man licked the corner of his lips, lowered his eyelashes, stared at her, and raised his eyebrows, "What?"

The door was only opened a small crack, and the young man was propping up the wall with one hand, with a few light blue veins protruding from the back of his hand, half of his body was blocking the door, clearly blocking her way.

Ji Jiujiu said "Ah~", and Bai Ruanruan's fingertips lightly grabbed Fu Qi's loose collar, "Go in and tell me, I have a good--important and serious matter."

As she spoke, she gestured for size.

Look.

I'm serious.

It's - what's so important.

"I want to see my brother's room."

What serious business can the little guy have.

He counted, and there were three reasons why this little girl came to him on her own initiative.

1. Forced to act like a baby in order to achieve a certain purpose.

2. She also saw a good way to make money.

3. Hungry.

Fu Qi bent his lips, and took a step to the side, blocking Ji Jiujiu's way more tightly, "Go out and talk, brother's room is a bit messy."

Ji Jiujiu didn't think much about it: "It's fine, then you come out first."

"Wait a moment."

The door closed in front of Ji Jiujiu.

"..."

Caught off guard, the hard door almost smashed the bridge of her nose.

The little girl subconsciously covered the tip of her nose.

On the other side, Fu Qi who closed the door casually threw the blood-stained gauze into the trash can in the room.

The gauze was wrapped on him by the doctor, and some cool external wound ointment was applied inside. Fu Qi himself felt that it was in the way, but it was just a scratch. In fact, there is no need to engage in such a big battle.

This is not the first time he has been injured.

Just that delicate little girl looked pitiful with tears in her eyes as if she had never seen blood before.

If it wasn't for coaxing the girl, why would he wear such a thick bandage?

After the gauze was removed, the boy moved his shoulders and finally felt a little more relaxed.

Open the door—

Ji Jiujiu held the document in his arms, blinked, grabbed his sleeve, and pushed him on the sofa.

And she was standing behind the back of the sofa.

With his forearms propped on the waist-high line of the back of the sofa, he leaned forward slightly, tilting his head to look at him, his jet-black soft hair hanging down naturally, and the sound of his breathing faintly spraying on the young man's ears.

Her tone was very serious: "Fu Qi, do you ever want to hang out in the entertainment industry?"

Ji Jiujiu was thinking, based on what she saw using the forbidden technique in the heaven, Fu Qi had indeed suffered all his life, he had suffered all kinds of hardships, but the happiness that belonged to him did not come.

So if you eat too much poisonous chicken soup, the reality will still occasionally slap you.

But since she came down, she should help him, and help him start from another aspect.

If there is no way to go, she will not let Fu Qi run into a wall again.

*
Hearing the three words "entertainment circle", Fu Qi's heart skipped a beat, as if someone had suddenly touched a certain point, and his heart trembled slightly.

His brows were indifferent, his slender hands clenched into fists unconsciously, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging.

"Is it the entertainment industry?"

"Yes," Ji Jiujiu nodded, looking straight at Fu Qi's profile with a pair of eyes, and nodded with affirmative expression, "You look so good-looking, as long as you study systematically later, you will definitely It will catch fire!"

"In the entertainment circle, there are many people who are prettier than me." Fu Qi's expression remained unchanged, his eyelids drooped loosely, and he asked in a casual tone, "How did Xiao Jiujiu make sure that I would definitely be popular?"

"Of course it's because you are Fu Qi."

　If Fu Qi is not popular, who will be popular?
　　Fu Qi gave the Lord fire! ! ! ! !
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(End of this chapter)