Mrs Fu is so sweet

Chapter 24 Contradictory Escalation (1)

Fu Zichen frowned handsomely, "It's not fun to have an iPad on a mobile phone."

Fu Zijin was not happy when he heard it, and stomped his feet in a small temper, "No, no, you all have them, but I don't have them, and I also want..."

Fu Zichen's brows furrowed even more, and he changed the subject abruptly, "It's getting late, I'll send you up to rest."

A few years ago, Fu Zijin also had a mobile phone, but after some incidents happened, Fu Zichen and Tang Wanqiu simply cut off all contact between her and the outside world.

She couldn't stand any stimulation anymore.

After moving out of the Fu family's mansion in the north of the city, apart from Tang Wanqiu, Fu Zichen's mother and son, Fu Zijin hardly saw any outsiders on weekdays, and the function of the iPad was limited to playing games, watching movies, listening to songs, as for the so-called hot news, hot news, etc. The topic is still a long way from her.

Fu Zichen was not there, Tang Wanqiu was watching her, not letting her run around, and when Fu Zichen came back, Tang Wanqiu could relax a lot. After dinner and chatting with Lin Ziyu for a while, she went back to her room to wash up, and Think of it as a little vacation for yourself.

Fu Zijin is thirty this year, but in recent years, someone has to coax her to sleep every night.

After all, when he grew up, there were some things that Fu Zichen had to avoid, so he just sent Fu Zijin to the door of the room, and called Tang Wanqiu to come and accompany her.

At this time, in the empty living room under the dim night, there was only the sound of the breeze rolling up the curtains, and the silence was a little scary.

A slender and petite figure huddled in a certain corner of the sofa. Her right index finger and left thumb quickly tapped on the phone screen, making a rattling noise. Her glass-like eyes were fixed on the phone screen, and her brows and eyes were full of seriousness.

While writing in her mind, she quickly counted the time. There were still two hours, two and 10 minutes, and she had to keep the speed at [-] to finish writing [-] before twelve o'clock.

After all, the first three thousand was written just yesterday, and she still had some impressions. She tapped on the screen of her phone and finished it in an hour, four and 10 minutes.

To prevent the system from suddenly shutting down at a critical moment, she wrote a chapter and published it. After publishing three chapters, the time slipped to [-]:[-].

"There are still four and 10 minutes until twelve o'clock, and the speed must be controlled at more than 3 per hour to complete." After sending out Chapter [-], she had already calculated a rough number in her mind.

"It's getting late, Mrs. Fu, it's time to wash up."

In the end, Siqian just started, when he heard someone's unwavering voice behind him.

Lin Ziyu was so involved that he didn't even notice when he came down.

He suddenly made a sound, shook his hand, and the mobile phone in his hand flew out, throwing it hard on the ground with a "slap".

"Scared me to death!" She patted her chest with lingering fear, and quickly bent down to pick up the phone that had fallen not far away.

"I'll wash up after I'm done." She replied in a light tone, neither hot nor cold.

Slowly turning the phone around, she saw that the screen had gone dark, and the fresh cracks were particularly eye-catching. She pressed the power button for a long time, and an ominous premonition came to her mind.

What should she do if the mobile phone dies heroically at this time?
(End of this chapter)