Chapter 45

The setting sun is like blood, hanging in the sky, reddening most of the sky. There are big white clouds floating in the blue sky. They are bright red like flames in the setting sun. If you look carefully, you will see the clouds floating in the air, just like you are in a dream like gossamer. This is what Fu Xiaoqian sees when she looks back.

I do not know when, I do not know in which book, Fu Xiaoqian once read such a sentence. Book words: when the gorgeous sunset comes, it means that we will usher in a better tomorrow and a promising future.

Is that right?

Fu Xiaoqian asked herself this question.

The question seemed doomed to have no answer, and she felt sad.

The knock on the door panel sounded again, and the dull sound on the heavy door panel was just like Fu Xiaoqian's mood at the moment. The first time to update

"madam." Wu Ma is an old man who abides by the concept of respect and inferiority. She carries a bowl of medicine soup again, but she doesn't get any response. She won't enter without permission.

Fu Xiaoqian went along the road and nodded to the old man. The old man came straight to Fu Xiaoqian with a plate.

On the exquisite porcelain bowl, white smoke is steaming, and a thin layer of oil is floating on the black soup. Along with the movement, occasionally Xiaohe's pointed head appears. When you look carefully, it seems that they are all calcium and colloidal materials. All of them have been bleached and dyed by medicinal materials, so you can't distinguish their true features. Just a glance will make people unforgettable.

The distance between them is being measured by Wu's little feet, and it is gradually shortening. The smell of fishy and bitter, overbearing into Fu Xiaoqian's nose. Fu Xiaoqian subconsciously held her breath, as if this method did not work, so she pulled her hair from behind her ears, covered her nose, and then took a few steps back. It can be imagined that this sour is really not what ordinary people can bear.

Looking at the old man's calmness, she seemed not to go too far. She thought to herself, just wait, that man will drink.

But she couldn't get angry with the old man. "Wu Ma, Liao always can't wait to drink." She seemed kind enough to remind.

"Madam, you and the young master are husband and wife. This bowl of soup is more suitable for you." Wu Ma raised her arm and handed the bowl to her. Humble in appearance, but resolute in expression. It's the first time to update

as the housekeeper of Liao's house, except for Liao Zhenbo, Wu Ma can be said to have a lot of words. In addition, Fu Xiaoqian's heart is inexplicable to the old man in front of her. She seems to have less intimacy and more gratitude. She wants to explore, but can't find more, so she can do everything as she likes, because she is a perceptual woman.

Fu Xiaoqian's eyebrows slant, glancing at the central figure of the incident, only to find that the person is reading the document calmly, completely unaffected by this side, and just regards them as transparent objects. From time to time, he wrote on the documents with his pen.

This man is really bad. It's clear that he's going to eat himself. Do you want to be served by your aunt? Good, good!

Fu Xiaoqian lifted the porcelain bowl from the top of the dinner plate and raised her lips to Wu Ma Yang, smiling sweetly. The first time to update, and then step by step to Liao Zhenbo's bedside, canthus pick, transient deafness? Hum!

Approaching the bed, he reached out and picked up a corner of the quilt. Oh, I'm sorry. The movement was a little big. The soup splashed on Liao Zhenbo's papers. "Oh, what can I do? I'm always clumsy. I think Liao always doesn't want me to feed him?" The pleasure of mischief flashed through the ink like eyes. With eagerly looking forward to the star eyes, looking directly at Liao Zhenbo.

Liao Zhenbo deliberately ignored it. He first took out a white towel from the bedside table and gently pressed it on the document. Then close the folder and put it on the head of the bed.

When everything is done, sexy thin lips gently open, with a low magnetic voice, "do not dislike. The first time to update "

and then hold the corner that Fu Xiaoqian just pinched and lift it. He patted on the empty position and motioned Fu Xiaoqian to sit down.

Don't you dislike it? Is that the point?

Fu Xiaoqian is a little angry. Does she disdain to feed him? Is this person a little too self righteous?

She sat down on the edge of the bed, twisted the spoon, scooped it up, and handed it to Liao Zhenbo's lips. Her eyes did not follow the action, but slanted to the other side.

"Always called Mr. Liao, do you think it's appropriate?" Liao Zhenbo did not take the medicine near his mouth, and his mellow voice was not slow.

Fu Xiaoqian was stunned for a moment, and there was a sign of moving back with her eyes glued to a certain place. She was fixed on Liao Zhenbo's side face, and some of them were confused. How could this man not play cards according to common sense every time, and always caught her off guard.

Calm face, thin lips appeared upward traces, "Zhenbo, Liao Zhenbo, or her husband."

Liao Zhenbo can't remember clearly how many times he had fantasized that he would spit out the words "husband" from the cherry lips, which are as red as jade. Maybe he would never forget it with a sound.

Liao Zhenbo found that the person in front of him was still staring at himself foolishly. He straightened up and approached Fu Xiaoqian, "or do you prefer to be punished?"What does the punishment in his words mean? Wu Ma, who is not far away, may not understand it, but Fu Xiaoqian can deeply understand its meaning, "you..." This man can always easily ignite the powder magazine in her heart. She wants to do something, at least not to be too weak in her momentum.

But did not think, hand a shake, the juice in the spoon all poured in his pink purple dress. Just like splashing ink, it quickly faints on the clothes. She busily put down the porcelain bowl and pulled out the white square towel, trying to remedy it.

However, it backfired. Dizzy more large, bulging cheeks, instant like a vent of the ball, the whole person wilted down, how to do, this is the skirt Zhuo ran bought for her. She gave him a nasty look.

"Wu Ma, bring your wife a new suit." There was no sense of apology in his calm expression.

"Good." Wu Ma took the order. She couldn't figure out how such a fast body could be. Soon, Wu Ma came out of the dressing room with a white dress on her hand.

At a glance, Fu Xiaoqian can tell that this should be one of the clothes Liao Zhenbo bought for his ex girlfriend.

Ex girlfriend! Also, such a sycophant, no woman would want to stay.

"Ma'am, you can change it first."

After Wu Ma Yi reminded her of her embarrassment, her face turned red and she didn't care to think too much. She took Wu Ma's clothes and quickly walked to the bathroom.

"Take the clothes and throw them away." Liao Zhenbo's eyes sank and his cold eyes swept towards the bathroom. Words without any feelings, but words with a thousand jin, like the weight of gold.

His wife was wearing clothes from other men? He will never allow it!

Fu Xiaoqian steps out of the bathroom, dressed in white. Simple wavy neckline, a pair of beautiful delicate clavicle looming. Even to the skirt above the knee, a pair of straight and slender legs, set off sexy.

It seems that he tied up his black hair at random and tied a ponytail on his head, but he showed his bright and white jade neck at a glance. Occasionally a few strands of hair scattered in front of her forehead, gently swinging with her steps.

It's like Dogtail grass, which has been brushed on Liao Zhenbo's hot heart. It's crisp, numb and itchy. The first time to update

in an instant, there is a current running around Liao Zhenbo. Hot! Just like the slender fingers of a pianist, lifting the corner of the thin quilt, the handsome figure of wutao is presented on the big bed.

A pair of hot shallow eyes become more enigmatic. His wife's beauty can always hit the softest place in his heart. She is like a naughty child sitting on the bank in a daze with bare feet. Inadvertently, her little white feet touch the river, and there are already ripples, and she doesn't know it.

Fu Xiaoqian went straight to the bedside, a pair of star eyes to the bedside table, No. She looks at Liao Zhenbo, and the bottom of her eyes is full of doubts, as if asking.

"It's gone." Liao Zhenbo picked up a document again and opened it. The drooping eyelashes, his eyes too hot, he can't give his wife a reason to escape him. Calm tone is just to state a fact, only the fingers holding the document are constantly tightening, and then tightening. If that thin piece of paper also across the mountains and rivers.

Fu Xiaoqian noncommittal pick pick eyebrow, just, save her a lot of things. Turning around, he didn't want to stay any longer. He lifted Lianbu lightly and was ready to disappear from his eyes.

Ding, Ding

the mobile phone sends out a clear ring tone

Fu Xiaoqian's action pauses, her wrist lifts gently, and a message comes to her eyes.

From, Zhuo ran

"good night, girl. Fall asleep and bake a sweet cake with you. '

she smiles, gentle and elegant, just like a bright jade picture. The small pear vortex in the corner of her lips is like the setting sun into the spring water, warm and transparent, just like the whole person is a layer of warm color. Her eyes are like a young girl with a spring heart.

Liao Zhenbo, who seems to be reading the document, has a pair of sharp eyes, but he has not left her for half a second.

Just a short message can make her smile like this. It's like the warm sun in March, warming the cold earth, melting the deposited ice and snow, gathering into a clear spring, gurgling in my heart. The water with incense, with sweet, with love, with laughter, around, washing every corner of the body.

He was angry, not at her, but at himself.

At this time, he also had a deep taste of frustration.

"I'm sweating." He threw the document at the bedside, a pair of cold eyes for a moment, not a moment to coagulate Fu Xiaoqian. The tone is languid and hoarse, swearing overbearing of his sense of existence.

After typing two words on her mobile phone, Fu Xiaoqian turns off the screen, raises her eyes and continues her action just now, deliberately ignoring the compelling sense of existence.

"Brush yourself."

Still did not receive the effect he wanted, Fu Xiaoqian steps at the beginning, did not stop half a second.