fall in love

Lingge subconsciously walked in front of Jiang Yan, she stabilized her voice, and said calmly, "Boss Fu."

Fu Zezhou wanted to laugh when he saw Lingge's actions like protecting the calf, his eyes fell on Lingge's clothes today and he sneered slightly: "You are in such a good mood?"

"It has nothing to do with you, right?" Linge's voice was still steady, in stark contrast to Fu Zezhou who was a little restless.

"Well, sister Ling," Jiang Yan looked at the two people's eyes without any emotion, and said cautiously: "How about I go back first?"

"No, I believe Mr. Fu just said a few words and left." Ling Ge was so calm that even Jiang Yan couldn't help but look at her, and asked worriedly: "Sister Ling, are you okay? "

"What can I do?" Lingge's tone was light.

"That's great," Fu Zezhou said with a blank expression on his face, he went straight up and pulled Ling Ge's wrist to usurp her to his side and said, "I have something to ask you."

"Let go!" Lingge struggled for a while and found that he couldn't let go, and Fu Zezhou politely said to Jiang Yan who was not knowing what to say in the spare time: "You go back first, just leave Lingge to me. "

Jiang Yan hurriedly rubbed the soles of his feet with oil and slipped away.

Seeing that Jiang Yan, who was forced by Fu Zezhou's lustful power, left so simply, Ling Ge couldn't help but raise his voice angrily and said, "Jiang Yan, if you chase him away, try."

Jiang Yan's footsteps stopped, and he slipped even faster.

Ling Ge: "..." This is tantamount to telling her that between her and Fu Zezhou, Jiang Yan chose the latter.

"Let's go, fiancee, I haven't eaten yet, so please trouble my fiancee and have a light meal with me." Fu Zezhou was obviously in a good mood, the dark clouds turned clear, and Lingge couldn't figure himself out when he was dragged away by Fu Zezhou She frowned, stopped on the spot, then slowly withdrew her hand, and said word by word: "Isn't President Fu a white moonlight?"

"Would she mind if I come to have dinner with someone I'm still in a comfortable relationship with?" Although Lingge tried to suppress her unchanging voice, she said in words that stated objective facts.

But Fu Zezhou looked at Lingge, who was a little furious, but felt that the person in front of him was very cute, and there was a hint of teasing in his voice: "She knows."

Linge: "..." She was so angry that her liver hurt.

But in the end, Fu Zezhou couldn't hold back, so he dragged him to a noodle shop, and bought a cup of milk tea during Lingge, which was supposed to be a pastime to pass the time.

Fu Zezhou looked at Lingge's slightly drooping eyes, his heart itched, and said, "Lingge."

Lingge looked up at him reflexively.

"Sit next to me." Fu Zezhou was simple and clear, keeping his gaze on Lingge's eyes.

Lingge refused even more bluntly: "No, I like to sit next to someone when I eat."

"Ah...it turns out that the fiancee likes to sit facing each other, so I should have said it earlier..." Fu Zezhou's tone was drawn out, but there was a small hook at the end, and he realized what he was talking about in an instant With a red face, she glared at him and said, "Can't you restrain yourself a little when you're outside?"

"Ah...the fiancée is shy," just at this moment, Fu Zezhou smiled, his shoulders trembling slightly with joy.

Lingge straightened his face and said: "Fu Zezhou, I'm serious, don't call me fiancee anymore, maybe we can be friends."

She has thought about it seriously, since she has Bai Yueguang, she has to be more sensible, and get out quickly before she gets too deep.

But Fu Zezhou didn't think so, he just said: "I don't want it."

Lingge: "Why not?"

"I just don't want it." Fu Zezhou's eyes sparkled, but he spoke to her in a tone obviously not suitable for his age like a child.

He was good-looking, and he didn't lower his voice when he spoke, causing the girls sitting next to him to bow their heads and talk a lot, and even looked at them with a smile.

Ling Ge was a little embarrassed, she was no match for Fu Zezhou in terms of trouble, so she looked away awkwardly and lowered her head and coughed.

She swiped her phone for a while, during which time the two of them didn't talk, and she didn't know what to say, so she simply looked up at the ceiling, and just in time, a message came in from her phone, Jiang Yan asked her how she was doing.

Ling Ge glanced at Fu Zezhou, moved his fingertips, pressed a few words and said: Not very good.

Jiang Yan: Sister Ling, let me tell you seriously, why don't you just talk about it, neither of you is a fuel-efficient lamp, you will either hurt each other or eliminate harm for the people, choose one of the two.

Ling Ge: ... Can you wait for me to order.

Jiang Yan sent an emoji of a cat shrinking its head.

Just as she was about to continue talking to Fu Zezhou, she saw a person walking by. She was a childish girl, dressed very stylishly. After saying hello to her, she boldly spoke to Fu Zezhou: "Handsome guy!" Hello."

Fu Zezhou stopped eating noodles and looked up at her.

"Can I add a WeChat?" The girl stretched out a WeChat page.

Fu Zezhou smiled, raised his chin and nodded to Lingge who was watching the show, "Sorry, my fiancee is watching me."

Lingge: "..."

She endured it for a moment, but found that she couldn't help Fu Zezhou's habit of always calling her fiancee. It was obviously just because of a mouth addiction that started with a truth or dare, but now it is used to block love.

So Lingge started to talk nonsense in a serious manner: "Miss, maybe you don't know this person very well. I'm not his fiancee, I'm just a table sharer. Oh, by the way, I just noticed that he looked at you for a long time. Maybe I also want your WeChat account but don’t know how to open it.”

As she spoke, she stood up, showed her position to the girl in front of her, and said, "You can chat with him slowly."

Fu Zezhou almost choked on his throat.

Lingge seized the opportunity, hurriedly pretended to be looking at her mobile phone, pretended to call out "Boss, I'm done eating", and then walked quickly to the door, leaving only Fu Zezhou and the girl looking at each other in blank dismay.

She walked all the way outside to breathe fresh air, and before she had time to slow down, she received a call from Wen Ciyi from China, she connected without thinking, and gave a carefree feed.

"Lingge, I'm going to your house to deliver something to you now." The roar of the car came from over there, accompanied by the noise: "Are you at home, how about we go have dinner together?"

Lingge said embarrassingly: "Sorry for the meaning of the word, I am outside, and my key is in the plant pot."

"Ah, okay, what's the matter, you've only been here for a few days and you're going back?" Wen Ciyi didn't notice something was wrong, and asked with concern.

Lingge always reported good news but not bad news, she flickered away, and suddenly asked as if thinking of something: "How are you and your elementary school brother?"

Wen Ciyi was bending over to search for the potted plant, when he heard the words, he was taken aback and said: "It's okay, I'm chasing after it."

"Don't you think it's thorny?" Lingge found a stool and sat down, and said in a serious manner: "As far as I know, does that student have a cold personality?"

"It's really cold," Wen Ciyi told the truth, turned to the key and opened the door and said, "But it's challenging, and it can be regarded as adding a little fun to my boring work."

"Come on then," Lingge said, suddenly there was a cool touch on the top of the head, and small drops of water slid down the eaves of the gazebo and fell to the ground. Only when Lingge returned to the entrance of the shopping mall, it began to rain lightly .

She didn't have an umbrella, that was the first thought that came to mind.

"Let's not talk about mine, how are you and Fu Zezhou?" Wen Ciyi was rarely curious about Lingge's love, because in her impression, Lingge had never been with only one person for a long time. The opposite sex stay together, and they are peaceful.

"Well... do you want to hear the truth or lies?" Lingge's tone was a little uncertain. She didn't know what she was to Fu Zezhou now, and she didn't have the courage to guess. She just left the decision to Fu Zezhou. It has a warm meaning.

After asking, let Wen Ciyi help her make a decision.

"Whether it's true or false, you must be feeling uncomfortable right now," Wen Ciyi said.

She suddenly said an unexpected word, Lingge froze in place, and let out an ah.

"When you asked this question, I felt that something was wrong." Wen Ciyi put the things on the table, opened them and said, "How many years have we been friends, I can guess from your tone of voice."

Lingge's heart warmed up, but now is not the time to talk warmly, she looked at the rainy rain, and just said: "I'm still outside now, I will go back and talk to you in detail. "

Wen Ciyi hummed.

It wasn't until she hung up the phone that Lingge was relieved. She was obviously not like this before, but because of Fu Zezhou, she didn't even go to the bar she frequented.

She doesn't look like her anymore.

Lingge looked at the subway station standing in the rain, thinking that it would be too much trouble to buy another umbrella, besides, the rain was not too heavy, and the home was not far from the subway station, just a few minutes away, just run over and enter the subway.

She looked around, and just as she was about to take a step, someone pulled her wrist from one side. Before she had time to react, she fell into a stiff embrace.

"Oh?" Lingge said in surprise.

Fu Zezhou said slowly on Lingge's head: "Yo, the fiancee said we don't know each other well, but isn't she throwing herself into my fiancé's arms?"

Lingge: "..."

She struggled, Fu Zezhou took her hand and held it, Ling Ge noticed the umbrella that Fu Zezhou had prepared at some time, and twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "I never thought you would have an umbrella."

"I bought it when I saw it was raining," Fu Zezhou said. He opened the umbrella, took Lingge over and walked under the umbrella. The umbrella was relatively big, and it was more than enough to cover two people. Ze Zhou then tilted the umbrella at an angle, his voice was still in a carefree tone, and his voice was covered with a layer of ridicule: "Don't let my fiancée get wet."

Linge: "...Thank you." Due to Fu Zezhou's behavior, Linge still said thank you.

"Where are we going next?" Fu Zezhou's car was parked outside, he held up his umbrella and opened the door, and asked while helping Ling Ge get into the car.

"You decide," Lingge said casually, perhaps because of the rain, people's moods follow the weather.

"Then go to my house, the kitten I bought just arrived today," Fu Zezhou put away his umbrella, got into the driver's seat and started the car.

Ling Ge looked at the water drops constantly rolling down the car window and said, "Do you still have the time to raise a cat?"

"How should I put it, there wasn't one at first." Fu Zezhou glanced at Lingge with a smile, and said casually, "It's just that after seeing his fiancée, he suddenly thought that it would be great if there was another cat at home."

What he said was vague and ambiguous, but Lingge was even more upset after hearing Fu Zezhou's words. She didn't know how to say it, and she didn't know how to remind Fu Zezhou.

She simply closed her eyes and didn't think about anything, treating herself as an occasional guest staying at Fu Zezhou's house.

My heart was inexplicably relaxed a lot.

Fu Zezhou brought Lingge to the house they went to for the first time. After entering the door, Lingge saw the cat shelf whose color was incompatible with this cold tone.

It seemed that Fu Zezhou was quite attentive, worried that the kitten would not adapt to the new environment, and specially arranged a lot of things.

Lingge looked aimlessly around and said, "Where is the cat?"

"No," Fu Zezhou raised his jaw to signal Linge to look at the cat cage in the corner: "Auntie Housekeeper put it there."

It was a pure white cat with blue eyes. The small cat nestled in the warm cat's nest, and looked at Lingge lazily after hearing the sound of Lingge approaching.

"Meow." The cat meowed.

"I have been vaccinated against rabies and have my nails clipped. My fiancée can hug her if she likes it. The person who sent it said she is very gentle." Fu Zezhou tidied up the scattered kitten toys and saw that Lingge wanted to touch the kitten. thought.

Lingge was not polite when he heard what he said, and gently picked up the kitten. The cat was not afraid of strangers, and even took the initiative to burrow into Lingge's arms, the cat's claws gently resting on the clothes on Lingge's chest On the ground, half raised the cat's head and looked at Lingge.

Lingge's heart almost melted at such a glance.

On the other hand, Fu Zezhou raised his eyebrows.

Lingge noticed Fu Zezhou's pale complexion, and asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong with you?"

"That's my position." Fu Zezhou said.

Lingge: "..."

She found it a little funny: "Fu Zezhou, how old are you?"

"I don't know." Fu Zezhou came over and took Lingge into his arms, resting his chin on Lingge's shoulder. He smelled like black pine after snowfall, like sandalwood, but And very reassuring.

"Let me hug you." Fu Zezhou's simple words sounded in the silent room, but Linge quickly caught a trace of exhaustion.

Seeing Lingge not moving, Fu Zezhou bent the corners of his lips, put the kitten on the ground even more vigorously, and then continued to hug Lingge.

Lingge let him hug him for a while, then patted him on the back lightly and said, "Okay, why don't you take a bath first?"

"Well," Fu Zezhou straightened his body and bent his eyes, "What about the fiancée?"

Lingge smelled something bad, and hurriedly said: "I want to watch TV."