Chapter 5

Fu Xiaoqian stretched a stretch and sat up from the bed. Her hands rubbed her messy hair. Her beautiful eyes still refused to wake up from her deep sleep.

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. My God, nine o'clock?

Is it the rhythm of being late for work on the first day? She lifted the quilt, quickly jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. No, No.

She suddenly stopped, this, this is not her bedroom!

Consciousness began to gather slowly, and the clips of last night began to flash one by one. She remembered that she jumped into bed, then wrapped up the quilt, and then It's like I'm fast asleep. The first time to update

and also had a very deep and beautiful dream. In the dream, he had his own, and they stood at both ends of the broken bridge and looked at each other as if they had been destined to love each other in previous lives.

He asked her why she was in love but didn't remember him.

The tenderness in her eyes moved her. She ran forward, hugged his strong waist tightly, and her cheek was close to his heart. The strong heartbeat made her cry. She said that she would stay together all her life, and the white head would not separate.

After all, she must be evil. She can have this kind of spring dream. It's just a play, but will she enter the play too deeply?

Forget, forget, two hands keep patting his face, until the mirror reflects the red face just give up.

His hands were on the glass table, but his eyes were attracted by the brand new tooth cup, toothbrush and towel on the shelf.

Oh, I didn't expect that this arrogant and indifferent pig would be so careful.

For no reason, I was a little excited. Cheering? Is she crazy? Grabbing the towel and toothbrush, she wanted to erase the brand-new mark as soon as possible.

About objects, but also about the heart that inexplicable emotions.

When Fu Xiaoqian takes the handrail of the stairs with one hand, hesitates and slowly goes down the stairs, she dodges but has some searching eyes, and is attracted by the picture in front of her.

In the open dining room, a man was wearing a white handmade shirt and gold rose buttons. He was shining in the eye light. His hair was curving meticulously and was ironed on his forehead.

Holding the hand of the newspaper, vigorous and strong, but also clearly defined, drooping eyelids convergence to the sharp fundus, mouth if there seems to be no ground to hook up, as if the whole person is more gentle.

The morning light came in through the French window and sprinkled on him like a layer of Phnom Penh, which made him more mysterious and distant.

Looking back at his embarrassment, would he be too elegant? It seems that yesterday's everything did not leave a trace on his body.

She glared at the French window angrily. If it wasn't for its wide field of vision, the reporter could take pictures of the situation inside at will, and she didn't have to be forced to have the same bed with him. If she didn't have the same bed, she wouldn't have that strange dream, would she?

"Where and when are you going to stand?"

No, even if the French window is big and the light is good, there is not such a big lawn in front of it. How can a reporter enter such a private house at will.

"Is your safety factor too low?"

Liao Zhenbo couldn't help but get no answer. Instead, he was baffled by her words. Along her line of sight, the radian of evil spirit in the corner of her mouth is slowly expanding, and everything becomes clear.

"I'll ask security to step up." When he turned his eyes, it was the expression of a millennium iceberg, and he spoke faintly.

"Well. "After getting a satisfactory reply, Fu Xiaoqian's stomach is protesting. Anyway, she's all asleep, and she still needs to pretend to be mysterious and reserved.

go downstairs quickly, go to the table and wait for the servant to bring breakfast.

Although she did not come from a poor family, the breakfast in his family was too exquisite. A dozen delicate dishes, big and small, were served with attractive colors and appetizing food. She swept a large area of food.

All of a sudden, he thought of something. He didn't have time to swallow his mouth. "By the way, did you just say something to me?"

Liao Zhenbo frowned in disgust. "Can you swallow it and talk again?" He took the tissue from the table and handed it to him.

"Well, I didn't eat much yesterday. People are very hungry, OK? What's more, such delicious food will be gone after eating this meal. Of course, I will be in a hurry. " Casually wipe his mouth with a tissue, and then pick up the fork to fork in front of the marinated egg.

But did not notice the opposite person's instant clenched fist, this woman so want to escape his side? Well, he was not as good as she was willing to. His eyes were even colder. He seemed to have ice dregs in every word, "who said there was only one meal."

"What do you mean?" The fork that has not yet fallen stops in the air, and the eyes are full of confusion and incomprehension.

"After eating, change your clothes and go to the company with me." The newspaper on the dining table, suddenly upright body, with a cold wind, disappeared in the stairway.

"Why? Our play is over. I protest. " But no matter how strong the protest was, there was only silence in one room to answer her. Yes, it was silence.Angrily with a fork to the marinated egg, but it seems to be bullying themselves, tried several times, but failed, decadent to throw away the fork, while no one around, slip again.

"No, the protest is invalid. The play has just begun." A faint voice came from overhead.

You say it's just the beginning, right? I don't want to play with you. My feet are on my own. Can you manage it? Can you keep up with me when you stand upstairs?

She felt a little proud in her heart. She suddenly felt that her back was chilly, and the cold breath made her unable to ignore. Some of her eyes looked back slowly in disbelief and stared at the big star in horror. She was so scared that she stepped back and didn't want to be tripped by her shoes.

The pain in imagination didn't come, but bumped into the hard and warm chest. She was surrounded by a sharp breath, which overflowed into her nose.

Last night, she seemed to have fallen in such a breath.

Thinking of this, two pieces of rosy clouds flew onto her white cheek.

She flicked away in fear. "You Are you a man or a ghost? " This speed is not normal.

Without giving her any explanation, Liao Zhenbo picked up her back collar, pulled her out of the door again like a chicken, stuffed her into the car parked at the door, then turned to sit in the driver's seat, slammed the door and locked it. Her movements were all in one go, elegant and dignified.