Chapter 57

Fu Xiaoqian is still bright in this clear day without sunny day; she is not lingering in rainy day, but it is also hazy cloudy day. When she wakes up, it is very early, but her body seems to be separated from consciousness. Reason tells her that she should get up. Today is the first day of the war after she has made an agreement with Zhuo ran, but her body is soft and limp You can't move on the big soft bed.

Finally, when Wu Ma knocked on the stone door, she said in a distinctive voice, "madam, it's eight o'clock. It's time to get up." The voice in the vicissitudes of life does not lose the warmth of maternal love, but also with a trace of humility as a servant.

She struggled to sit up from the bed, did not look to the other side of the bed, did not reach out to touch, because when he got up, the sudden weight loss on the side of the bed, she felt it, but her body resisted her reaction.

With white hands, soft eyes and white robes, he went to the door and opened the door for the old man.

"Madam, the young master has been waiting for you in the dining room." As Wu Ma said this, she went into the room and spread the little dress that Liao Zhenbo had prepared for Fu Xiaoqian on the bed.

"Well, good." Fu Xiaoqian raised her eyes and took a look at the dress Wu Ma brought in. It's a high waist and slim bra dress. Under it is a fluffy skirt with naturally propped up fabric. The waist is full of elegant glass flowers. The whole dress is put on the bed by Wu Ma Ping, but the chest and hem are very upright. The fabric of this dress can be seen.

There was no sunshine, only soft light in the room, and something on the dress was refracting the light, radiating silver light. The first time to update Fu Xiaoqian close to see, in the dress left chest position, with silver silk thread embroidered with a row of letters. Fu Xiaoqian in the heart of meditation, spell out is actually vibration wave two words.

A trace of strange flash across the chest, the skin began to burn faintly, as if someone was using invisible iron brand, the name of that person imprinted on the location of her heart beating. Blood is also slowly rising with this temperature, starting to reach the critical point of boiling, the cheek began to scorch.

She glanced at Wu Ma from the corner of her eyes and found that the old man was bending over to tidy up the room, but her lips were full of a happy smile.

Fu Xiaoqian grabbed the dress and rushed into the bathroom. She finished all the preparations for getting up in the morning with the fastest speed. When Fu Xiaoqian came out, Wu Ma was still in the room, but her movements were trivial and messy, as if she was deliberately looking for something to do and was procrastinating.

"Wu Ma." Fu Xiaoqian knew that the old man must have something to say to himself, so she walked up behind her and called softly.

Wu Ma looked back, her eyes were filled with a kind of emotion called moving, "talented men and beautiful women, match, really a natural couple." Fu Xiaoqian knew that it was not a compliment, but a voice from the bottom of her heart.

"Do you always have something to say to me?" Fu Xiaoqian is always inexplicably close to old people, even she feels tiny.

"Well? Oh As if she had just passed away, Wu Ma suddenly remembered the reason why she lingered here, "madam, don't be idle. I'll talk too much. I think if I don't tell you something, I don't think the young master will mention it to you in his whole life. "

Mention Liao Zhenbo, the old man's face soft as if can drip water, and with a trace of helplessness.

"He?" Since the first day of meeting with Liao Zhenbo, it seems that the three words Liao Zhenbo have never appeared in Fu Xiaoqian's mouth. She usually uses Liao Zhenbo, hello and so on to replace them. Therefore, when facing the elderly, she can't say them. It seems that once these three words come out of her mouth, they will stay with her for a lifetime, and they will never be separated from her again.

"What did you do? Is there anything I need to know?" She seems to ask unintentionally. Her hand is as white as nephrite, but subconsciously touches the line of pinyin on her left chest.

"Yesterday, when you were resting in the afternoon, the young master came down from upstairs and went into the kitchen. In fact, entering the kitchen is not a particularly big thing, but it's the first time since Liao's house was built. This time in the kitchen, he told the chef that he wanted to make some home style stir fry. This book is nothing, but he is so strange to the kitchen that when he searches for ingredients, he can't start. So I asked the chef to give him a small hand. He was a very proud man. He was always above the others. How could he show that he couldn't cook in front of others? So he wanted to do everything by himself. Maybe there was another reason. He wanted to show his sincerity. He was just like a child learning to walk. In the process of groping and exploring, he cut the first course of his life, which was eggplant. Then, when he picked up the beef again and wanted to cut it, he couldn't understand the characteristics and methods of the meat, so he cut it askew and got his own hand. I'm the one who pulls him and bandages him. You know, he refused. He was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable when you saw it. At last, I insisted that he would use band aids. In this way, he finished the first meal of his life

Wu Ma said that when she was in love, she wiped her already moist eyes. After that, she rubbed her hand against her apron. "You are the most special person to be treated by young master except his wife. Young master has always been a person with delicate mind, but he doesn't like to show himself very much. The first time to update, I'm afraid you and young master contact time soon, do not understand the spleen. Ma'am, you can also regard me as an old woman who is getting old and has made a few more wordy remarks. If you talk too much, please bear with me. "With that, the old man picked up the basket in the corner of the bathroom and went out.

Fu Xiaoqian was stunned when she heard Wu Ma say that Liao Zhenbo was cooking for the first time. This man, who is famous in Fengyun shopping mall, actually put down his position for her and washed his hands to make soup for her. He thought so thoughtfully that he was afraid that she would not feel well. He didn't even want to bandage the wound. What kind of position does this man put her in before he is willing to do it.

At the moment, she felt that there was a tug of war rope in her body, which was sawing to both sides. She was the red mark in the center of the rope. Just before yesterday, the mark was undoubtedly biased towards zhuoran and her parents. Just yesterday, this mark is moving slowly, moving in the direction of Liao Zhenbo.

She felt some fear in her heart. She was afraid of her parents' incomprehension and the sad expression of zhuoran.

In Wu Ma wrong body over Fu Xiaoqian that moment, Fu Xiaoqian stopped Wu Ma, "Wu Ma, thank you for telling me this." She didn't look back at the old man because it would reveal her true feelings too much. If she said thank you behind her back, the old man might think it was just a simple expression of thanks.

Well, that's enough. She needs to make room for herself.

"You are welcome, madam. It's just that I'm a wordy old man. Please bear with me. " When Wu Ma stepped out of the threshold and pulled the door to exit, she gently repeated her words, "young master, he is waiting for you in the dining room."

Fu Xiaoqian didn't go out immediately. Instead, she went into the dressing room again, looked in the mirror and made up again. She put the waterfall like green silk on her head in a bun, revealing her slender and beautiful neck, round and white shoulders and plump chest. She took out the black silk scarf that Liao Zhenbo matched for her and tied a knot in front of her chest, which not only covered up the sexy scenery, but also set off the skin like frost and snow.

I have to admit that Liao Zhenbo is a person who knows fashion very well. Even Fu Xiaoqian, a professional, laments that he is inferior.

The skillful person in the mirror, delicate face with cyan precipitation, crawls around the eyes. Yes, she didn't sleep well last night, but she wasn't the only one.

she put a bottle of liquid foundation in high spirit cosmetics from her side, and pat and cheek, especially around her eyes. She stopped smiling in a few seconds, and then smiled satisfactorily.

Light painted eyebrow, light swept double cheek, this just satisfied ground turns round to leave.

There are many delicate butterflies in the restaurant, which are full of sweet and delicious dishes. On the other side of the Chinese side of the dish, there are many plates with various western style dishes. At the end of the sour pear long dining table sat a man.

His long legs crossed obliquely. He was wearing a pair of slippers with soft soles. A newspaper bounced open blocked his upper body. His slender fingers flipped the newspaper quickly. The graceful facial features, because of the drooping eyelids, had gathered away his excessive expression, leaving only cold.

The clean and clean jaw has disappeared the cyan color of the previous few days, and the hair in front of his forehead has been carefully arranged by him, and he has drawn a beautiful arc to one side.

"Good morning, madam." A servant passed by, saluting respectfully.

The man sitting at the end put down the newspaper, looked at her with a soft face and slightly crooked corners of his mouth. He reached out to her and motioned her to sit next to him. Then he turned back and told the servant, "bring me a glass of warm milk."

Then he turned and stood up, went to the chair, opened the wooden chair for Fu Xiaoqian, and returned to his position after she sat down.

"Did you sleep well?" He picked up the white napkin cloth on the dish on Fu Xiaoqian's left hand side, opened it, spread it flat on Fu Xiaoqian's leg, and when everything was done, he took his sharp eyes to Fu Xiaoqian's eyes.

Fu Xiaoqian nodded. Just as she looked back, a silver light flashed by. She noticed that on the top of the left pocket of his shirt, there was a line of Pinyin - Bing. No wonder, he will always call her Bingbing, not Fu Xiaoqian or Qianqian.