Let’s Lose A Billion Today First

Fu Chi put on his clothes silently, with a little mist in his eyes.

Chuzheng sat next to him like a big brother, and just gotta smoke afterwards.

The line of sight was on him without any shy, and he looked recklessly, like a hunter observing his prey.

Cold, but extremely possessive.

Fu Chi could feel it.

Just like...

Fu Chi couldn't think about it. Thinking of those things, he couldn't help thinking about it.

Fu Chi suppressed the memory just now extremely rationally.

He tidied his clothes and turned on the phone to see that someone kept calling him just now.

Seeing the familiar number, Fu Chi backed out.

He looked at Chuzheng: "Did you video?"

"I'm not that perverted." Am I that kind of person? ! What is it like recording this kind of thing! !

What misunderstanding does the good guy card have for me!

I am a good person with integrity!

"Last time you..."

"I'm afraid you will trouble me." Just in case you don't understand.

Afraid of him making trouble?

How can girls suffer from normal people’s thinking?

Fu Chi thought about it, her thoughts were often different from those of normal people, so she felt that there was nothing wrong with her.

"I'm leaving."

Chu Zheng looked at the time: "It's late." What should I do if I go out so late and get caught up by criminals?

I have to save it in the end.

Fu Chi seemed surprised: "You want to keep me?"

"No?" Chu Zheng was justified.

"Yes." Fu Chi seemed to be waiting for Chu Zheng's words, and he should be very quick.

"..."

You guy!

So angry.

Chu Zheng turned over and lay down, scratching his fingers on the pillows: "There are clothes in the closet. Change them yourself."

Fu Chi glanced at the room, walked to the closet and opened it. There were a lot of clothes, including men's.

"You have men's clothes in your room?"

"For you."

The little flame in Fu Chi's heart ‘sid’ all at once.

He took the clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Lying refreshingly next to Chuzheng, he turned to look at Chuzheng, hesitated, and stretched out his hand to hug Chuzheng from behind.

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Wu Tian opened the door and walked in. He peeked his head first. He didn't see anyone, so he was relieved.

Wu Fa squeezed Wu Tian away, stepping forward first.

Wu Tian was dissatisfied: "What are you doing squeezing me!"

Wu Fa glanced at him and went to the kitchen without saying a word. For a moment, it was the sound of pong-pong.

Wu Tian snorted: "If you hadn't been for my brother, I would have killed you a long time ago."

Wu Fa poked out a face from the kitchen.

Wu Tian was silent for a moment.

Turning his head, he saw the bedroom door opened, and the man came out wearing home clothes, saw them, and nodded calmly.

Fu Chi entered the kitchen, Wu Fa quickly came out, took a cake, and sat down on the sofa.

"Why is he going in?"

"Cook."

"He?" This little white face looked completely not for cooking!

I don't know where the boss got it...

Of course, Wu Fa doesn’t look like it’s cooking ingredients, but Wu Fa’s cooking skills are pretty good.

Fu Chi made breakfast quickly, Wu Tian waited for Fu Chi to carry breakfast into the bedroom, and ran into the kitchen.

Finally, seeing the empty kitchen, Wu Tian was very depressed. He came out to look at his brother who was eating bread on the sofa: "Brother, continue."

"Full." Wu Fa was very cold.

"I'm still hungry!!" Wu Tian suddenly covered his mouth, glanced in the direction of the bedroom, lowered his voice and shouted, "Do you want to starve your brother to death!!"

I am your brother! Dear! ! That's it!

Wu Fa: "..."

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Fu Chi left in half an hour.

Wu Tian felt that this man was not as uncomfortable as he saw yesterday.

His eyes yesterday...

Wu Tian feels goose bumps even thinking about it now.

Wu Tian asked angrily: "Boss, who is he?"

Chuzheng got stuck, and said slowly: "Boss."

"Huh?" The boss... mother? mother! !

Wu Tian looked at his brother.

My brother, the standard farmer, is squatting, playing games with mental disabilities, and is not online at all.

Wu Tian: "..."

Had it not for him, my brother could live for a few days! !

"Recently moved, you pack up." Chu Zheng gave Wu Tian a card and an address: "You go here and find a place to live."

"Boss, do you want to live together?" Wu Tian said subconsciously.

"something wrong?"

"No no." Wu Tian waved his hand.

Fu Chi is an activist. He told Chuzheng that he had moved a few days later, and he told her to move.

Chu Zheng didn't have many things to bring, and Fu Chi also prepared a complete set of daily necessities.

So basically just bring a few pieces of clothes. In the past, it was an individual.

But Chu Zheng asked Wu Fa and Wu Tian to bring the things from the original owner. Fu Chixu knew that he had specially left a room for her to put these things.

Chu Zheng flipped through some of the original manuscripts.

Very spiritual work.

"You drew this?"

"..."

Chuzheng didn't say anything.

Fu Chi supported the writing desk next to him: "What do you do?"

Chu Zhengyang lowered the manuscript in his hand.

"This won't make much money." Fu Chi said: "The two bodyguards you hired, you need a lot of money."

Chuzheng put down the manuscript and turned to look at him: "I just want to ask my details, is it too late?"

Fu Chi's tone was natural and relaxed: "It's okay to just understand it and not want to say it."

He doesn't care what kind of past she has.

He knows where and with whom her future is.

Chu Zheng's gaze fell deeply on him, and Fu Chi remained calm and looked at her.

"Fu Chi, you make me a little bit..."

"how is it?"

Chu Zheng squeezed his wrist, his expression was rigorous and pale: "Nothing."

Want to lock him up! !

Really miss it! !

Fu Chi curled her lips and took her to another room: "This is a study room. I usually work here. It will be broadcast live. If you want to use it, I can let you go first."

Chu Zheng saw the gadgets piled up in the room.

Each of the carefully crafted ornaments is lifelike, no worse than those of the masters.

"How can you learn this?" Few young people can learn this kind of work.

Young people like strange and exciting things.

"It's inherited from home." Fu Chi leaned on the bookshelf, fiddling with a sculpture in his hand: "Fu Yi didn't want to learn, so I did."

"Oh." It's still family craftsmanship, great.

Chuzheng looked over the shelf.

His eyes fell on an ornament in the corner.

It should be a unicorn. Compared with the others, it doesn't look so good-looking, it can even be said to be a bit ugly, with blood on it.

Fu Chi followed her gaze and looked over.

"That was my first finished product." Fu Chi explained: "At the end, I accidentally scratched my hand and stained it with blood."

The first one, there is always some memorial significance.

So he kept it.

Fu Chi and Chu Zheng talked a lot about carving. Chu Zheng was a good listener. He did not speak, but listened carefully, and occasionally responded to let people know that she was listening.