Chapter 13

"Master, there are several cars coming outside." Aunt Li, the servant, happened to see it outside, so she ran in to report it.

"Who could it be?" Fu Yanbing's yellowing eyes glanced at Fu Xiaoqian in search, "it seems that no one knows the news of our return."

She shook her head, confused also in Fu Xiaoqian's star eyes flashing, but the bottom of her heart inexplicably raised uneasiness, she did not know where this uneasiness came from, want to drive away, but lingering.

When the father and daughter were puzzled, the door was pushed open again, and Liao Zhenbo came in first, followed by a dozen strong men, carrying large and small bags of gifts.

At the moment, Fu Xiaoqian finally realized who the source of her uneasiness came from.

This kind of almost telepathic awareness, let her heart depression has an explosive appeal.

"What are you doing here?" Smart voice is full of sharp at the moment, the eyes of water charm seem to gather the resentment and discontent of these days, it seems that there is also a grievance. Update for the first time

she quickly steps forward and wants to stop a group of people outside the hall, as if they are all poisonous snakes and beasts. As long as she takes one more step forward, she will be absorbed by its strong body, and then entangle it, and it will be more and more tight, until she is deeply trapped in it and has no power to escape.

Liao Zhenbo was also shocked by her sudden action, and soon stood calmly in the same place. His words were still so slow, "is there any reason to come to his wife's home?"

"Who..." It's your wife. When Fu Xiaoqian is about to retort, Fu Yanbing grabs her words first. The first time to update

"Qianqian, how so impolite, visitors are guests, there is no such way of hospitality." His voice was loud and full of excitement, as if the sadness had never appeared. He stood up and went to Liao Zhenbo.

"Dad, I'm sorry, some things were delayed just now. Now I'm here. Maybe Qianqian is not happy because of this." His slender legs crossed her side and warmly welcomed her. His hands clasped tightly with Fu Yanbing, just like a husband who loves his wife to protect Fu Xiaoqian.

"You see, Qianqian, Zhenbo is so considerate of you."

Fu Xiaoqian completely angry, she wanted to retort, but found that there is a foreign body stuck in the throat, speechless.

Yes, she promised her father that she would wait. She couldn't hit her feet right now.

Thinking of this, the water lips clench the root of the teeth, clench the fists on the side of the body, and the nails sink deeply into the palm. It seems that there are innumerable groups of disorderly running gas in the body are pounding against the chest wall, trying to find the exit to escape.

"Xiao Liao, come on, sit down, sit down, dinner will be ready soon." Tang Yan's well maintained face looks like a colorful lotus in full bloom. I don't know when I've changed into a blue cheongsam embroidered with peony. The concave convex figure is more elegant.

"Mom, this is a gift for you. I hope you like it." Liao Zhenbo presents Tang Yan with a gift box embedded with gold wire.

"Yes, yes." Tang Yan reached for the box, stroked the pattern on it, and her eyes were shining with strange brilliance.

Fu Yanbing coughed a few times to stop Tang Yan's gaffe.

Looking at her mother's 180 degree transformation, Fu Xiaoqian suddenly felt a chill in her heart. The first time to update, she was surprised at the moment of his sudden ideas, see mother happy, she should not be happy?

Tang Yan came over and took Fu Xiaoqian's hand, who was still in a daze. Cold, feel no trace of temperature, "this girl, what are you doing here? Take Xiao Liao to your room so that he can have a better understanding of you. "

"He won't be interested." It was her last private space, and she didn't want him to step into it.

"No, I'm interested." Liao Zhenbo calmly put the bracelet around her waist, light brown eyes with expectations, "wife, take me." The movement is so natural and skillful that it gives people the illusion that they are in love.

Fu Xiaoqian leans to the side and wants to avoid the physical contact of Liao Zhenbo. When she turns her eyes, she just receives the signal from her father Fu Yanbing, "yes, you two go up for a while. When the meal is ready, she will call you."

Fu Xiaoqian had no choice but to follow Liao Zhenbo upstairs.

"You say, did that girl accumulate any virtue in her previous life? Only in this life can she have such a good life." When they completely disappeared in sight, Tang Yan turned his head.

"Shut up, why are you so upset recently? After more than 20 years, I can't wait for so many days? " Fu Yanbing deliberately lowered his voice, but his tone was dignified.

"I'm not worried about this girl's bad things. "The first time to update" hear Fu Yanbing blame their words, also feel reasonable, but will not easily give up the temperament or let her mumble, pull back a little thin face.

"It's not a matter of urgency. It's a matter of long-term consideration." Fu Yanbing took a purple clay pot from a variety of gifts. This pot is superior in terms of "mud, line, skill, money and skill". The whole body of the pot is smooth, showing matte. The picture is flexible and vivid, the painting is fine, and the cadence and cadence. This is the purple clay teapot with dragon pattern that he saw in the last auction.The meaningful sight once again turned to the direction of their disappearance, but their thoughts drifted farther and farther away.

When Liao Zhenbo pushes Du Xiaoqian's door open, the room is full of purple, purple curtains, purple sheets, purple bed curtains, purple seats

"Tell me, why only love purple?"

Liao Zhenbo's sudden remark tells Fu Xiaoqian to forget the idea of trying to extricate herself from his bondage. Is it not a coincidence that everything happened yesterday, but that he really knows it, so he specially arranged it for her? Why?

She suddenly looked up, Zhan Zhan and his eyes intersect, that pair of light brown pupil reflected her face in amazement.

What kind of eyes are they? They are deep and evil, with feelings that she doesn't want to interpret. They are like a whirlpool, which has endless attraction and attracts her deeply. Like a gentle net, it spread to her, covering her in it, making her have no power to fight back.

She wanted to escape, but the force of the atmosphere rushed to her, so that she was afraid to forget all the actions, just staring at the handsome face suddenly pressed down, until the cool lips touched her smooth forehead.

In a trance, in a dream, there seems to be such a kiss. So real, soft with a trace of coolness, let her want to be closer to more in her dream.

In a moment, taking the place where her lips just fell as the center, the pink color quickly spread to her whole face, and she plucked out his eyes shyly,