Mr. Fu hurt her to the bone

Chapter 157 Zhuzhu, can I borrow your bathroom? (small theater)

He straightforwardly explained how he got here, but Zhangzhu was taken aback for a moment: "Minglang?"

"Yes, Mingming told me."

"You...how did you know Mingming?"

Qu Fengchi smiled confidently: "He is...my fanboy."

……

Zhang Zhu slandered, Minglang had studied abroad for so many years, yet he still had the time to catch up with domestic stars.

"Then... how long are you going to stay here?"

Qu Fengchi put down his glass, leaned back on the sofa, sighed comfortably, and narrowed his eyes: "Zhuzhu, I'm jet-lagged, can I borrow your sofa to let me sleep for a while..."

"Uh?"

Zhangzhu's eyes widened, but Qu Fengchi had already fallen asleep on the sofa, and snored after a while, like a pig.

How tired he is.

It's not right for Zhangzhu to wake him up, and it doesn't seem appropriate to let him sleep on her sofa like this. She was dumbfounded for a long time, but she finally took a thin blanket and covered him.

The sofa was too small for him, he seemed to be sleeping uncomfortably, his thick long eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his face rubbed against the pillow, and he mumbled her name again.

Zhang Zhu's soft brows could not help but frown, but her heart was itchy for a while, as if a bug had crawled over it.

She quickly turned and went back to her bedroom.

This man, with such a face, is used to flirting, she thinks it's better for her to stay away from him.

Qu Fengchi slept until it was almost dusk, but to be honest, he didn't sleep well at all.

The sofa was too small and too soft, his neck seemed to be stiff, and he was too painful to move it.

However, seeing the little pink Ali blanket covering his body, Qu Fengchi sat on the sofa and smiled for a full 3 minutes.

She didn't throw him out, and didn't let the tall Hungarian uncle upstairs who looked like a chimpanzee throw him out of the window. This is already a good start.

A faint fragrance wafted from the kitchen, and Qu Fengchi was hungry instantly, but he had been on the plane for so long and bumped in the box for so long, his body smell really bad.

Qu Fengchi sniffed it by the collar of his sweater, feeling a little ashamed himself.

"Zhuzhu, can I borrow your bathroom?"

Qu Fengchi grabbed the door frame of the kitchen, poked a hairy head in a mess, and asked Zhang Zhu who was busy frying eggs.

Zhangzhu didn't expect him to push forward like this, and was taken aback for a moment, the eggs almost got mushy.

She hurriedly turned off the fire, turned over the shovel, and the fried eggs were sizzling and steaming, Qu Fengchi's stomach let out a 'cuckoo'.

He was a little embarrassed, covered his stomach, and looked at her innocently: "I haven't eaten all day, and I packed it in a box."

Zhangzhu's heart softened at once.

She put the fried egg on the plate and handed it to him. She took the baked bread out of the oven, squeezed some jam, and served it to him together: "Let's make do with it first."

"I ate your meal, what about you and baby?"

Qu Fengchi put his hand behind his back, refusing to accept it.

Zhang Zhu glanced at him, and said angrily: "I can do it again."

Qu Fengchi stared at her still not round face, he remembered very clearly that when his aunts and wives were pregnant, the bird's nest, donkey-hide gelatin and cordyceps were supplemented constantly, and the nourishing pearls were round and round, and their complexion was very good , where she is like her, her waist is still thin, and she can't see the appearance of a pregnant woman from behind.

He has to make up for her well. She is so thin now, she must gain at least another thirty catties to be normal.

Qu Fengchi made up his mind and gave Ning Qingyuan the death order that night.

"Eat first, I'll take a shower first."

Qu Fengchi quickly made a decision, but he still didn't forget to ask Zhang Zhu: "Can I borrow your bathroom?"

Although Zhangzhu loves to be clean since he was a child, he doesn't have any serious obsession with cleanliness. Besides, Qu Fengchi's milky white sweater has been cleaned after tossing for so long, so he probably isn't a person with bad hygiene habits.

For her birthday, no matter what the reason for this person, he traveled all the way across the ocean to give her such a 'surprise'. Could it be that she wouldn't even borrow the bathroom?
It's just that there are no men's things in her apartment.

"Let me go buy you some toiletries."

Zhangzhu's thought was simple, but Qu Fengchi's eyes lit up: "I wear size 45 shoes, I can use yours for showering and shampooing, and I can use yours for towels, so just buy me a men's facial cleanser." Milk is fine..."

Qu Fengchi took out his wallet and handed it to Zhangzhu, but Zhangzhu would not accept it, no matter what, she is also the master.

Qu Fengchi didn't force it either, watching her finish the simple meal, change her shoes and walk to the entrance, Qu Fengchi suddenly stopped her again: "Zhuzhu."

His beautiful eyes are bright, but he is a little shy: "If, if you see men's underwear, can you bring me a pair too, I wear three +..."

Zhang Zhu's face suddenly turned blood red, "Mr. Qu..."

Holding the wallet, she turned around and looked at him, her brows were frowned, her face serious: "I think it's better for you to stay in a nearby hotel..."

Qu Fengchi scratched the messy hair on his forehead: "Zhuzhu, I don't live in a hotel, the hotel is very dirty..."

"If you find it very inconvenient, forget it, I just need slippers and facial cleanser."

Zhang Zhu looked at the man who was sitting on the sofa in her house, with two long legs that could not be stretched. There were colored confetti in his hair, and a faint bruise under his eye sockets, obviously he had not rested well.

She was able to keep the child in her womb, came to California without any worries, and avoided the troubles in Wancheng, and the "missing" of some people, all because of his unhesitating help.

She is not an ungrateful person, and she will always remember what is good to her.

"Then you wait at home for a while, I will be right back."

Zhang Zhu didn't say much, turned around and went out the door.

　o(∩_∩)o (continued)
　　"Go, you follow Meimei tonight, don't come out alone."

　　"Thank you."

　　"Don't say thank you to me, I'm just looking at your beauty and expecting you to make me a lot of money."

　　Zhang Zhu still thanked him earnestly.

　　"There's nothing you can do about it, go ahead and be careful."

　　Mama Sang took a look at her, "The makeup should be thicker."

　　Some people are glamorous with heavy makeup, but some people are more charming with light makeup. She was born so beautiful, but with heavy makeup, she became more gaudy, covering her original beauty and vividness. Perhaps, it was safe.

　　Zhang Zhu thanked her again, and reapplied her makeup again, her blush became thicker, her lips were blood-colored, she didn't look like her at all.

　　She carried the tray and followed behind Meimei. Her thick, long hair was like waves, covering most of her face. She lowered her head on purpose, and stretched her skirt to make herself less conspicuous.

　　(Unfinished, this is the reunion theater after three years)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)