Chapter 90

Percussion, percussion, percussion

in the study, there was no sound, except the dull percussion sound of Fu Xiaoqian's fingers after knocking on the wooden door

it was so quiet that Fu Xiaoqian seemed to be able to hear her heart beating. Dong, Dong, Dong, one after another, one sound after another, one jump faster than another. The palms began to sweat slowly.

She seems to have lost the courage to knock again. Her hands are slightly on both sides. She is constantly infiltrating sweat and staring at the wooden door.

Across the door, no one spoke first to break the oppressive tranquility. It seems that two people with different thoughts are competing with each other for endurance, and they seem to be waiting for each other. What are they waiting for? Fu Xiaoqian can't say, oh, maybe, she just wants to see if he is really in a bad mood.

After waiting for a long time, when Fu Xiaoqian turned around and wanted to give up, there was a cold voice, "enter."

Fu Xiaoqian found that there was a tiny gap between the door and the door frame. Maybe she was too nervous just now, so she didn't see it.

Turn the handle gently and push the door in. There was no light in the study. The curtain was pulled tightly. It was surprisingly dark inside. With Fu Xiaoqian entering, the warm yellow halo on the corridor extended to the study at the moment of pushing the door. The light was not bright, and it could only illuminate a carpet at the door.

You can see clearly the layout of the study. The study is really big. You can't see clearly where Liao Zhenbo is now.

"Cough, cough, cough." In the dark, the olfactory function of the nose seems to be far beyond the visual function of the eyes.

Fu Xiaoqian has not yet identified Liao Zhenbo's position in the dark, but has been coughed by the strong smell of smoke in the study. She retreats to the door and finds the position of the light by the light.

With a bang, the crystal lamp on the top of the head poured down the dim yellow of the room.

Or the black body in the daytime, high above, handsome and extraordinary. But it seems that it is different from the daytime. Fu Xiaoqian can't tell where it is.

Oh, maybe his hair is a little messy, his face seems to be covered with a layer of ice as sharp as December, his eyes at her are cold, his eyebrows are covered with a layer of sorrow and pain, even the thin lips are sealed by ice, angular lines, all of them are piercing cold. Update for the first time

since she entered the door, Liao Zhenbo didn't say a word. The cigarette in his hand had burned out, and it was about to burn his fingers. At this time, he seemed to have lost his nerve of pain, and kept the same posture as before, letting the cigarette end burn the flesh between his two fingers.

He looks like a statue with exquisite craftsmanship. He looks at Fu Xiaoqian with cool elegance. It makes her feel as if she was scratched by a wild cat. It hurts, but she can't touch it. This dilemma makes her shrink unconsciously.

Step forward quickly, "smoke..." Before the sound came, his hand had been stretched out. He wanted to shoot off the cigarette end that burned his fingers. As soon as his hand reached half way, he was disgusted and avoided by Liao Zhenbo.

If she is a kind of virus that everyone dislikes, once infected, it will be difficult to get rid of.

Virtual lift fingers, as if frozen by the low pressure around, frozen in place, long forgotten to take back.

"And the ring?" Liao Zhenbo puts out his cigarette end in the ashtray and looks into Fu Xiaoqian's eyes again. It's dark and evil, with a cold metallic luster, like Duang. His temperature drops several degrees. Constant temperature of 25 degrees in the air, instantly pulled to freezing point.

His voice does not like not angry, calm no wave, but it is like a dull thunder hit Fu Xiaoqian's head.

The hand, frozen in mid air, shrank behind him like an electric shock. "I went to a friend's shop just now to help. The ring was so valuable that I was afraid it would get dirty, so I took it off and asked my friend to put it up. I came back in such a hurry that I forgot to ask her to take it out and give it back to me."

Just now, when I was in the taxi, I had already thought about the perfect reason. When I spoke in front of Liao Zhenbo, I had no confidence and the voice was getting smaller and smaller.

She didn't know that her actions had betrayed everything.

"So afraid of being seen?" Fu Xiaoqian's reason just now doesn't seem to convince Liao Zhenbo. He looks at Fu Xiaoqian faintly, with ice dregs in his eyes, and even with loneliness and pain.

He approached Fu Xiaoqian step by step. His tall and straight body kept Fu Xiaoqian in the dark. Fu Xiaoqian swallowed her saliva difficultly and found that her throat was about to smoke. She stretched out her lilac tongue and licked around her pink lips. It was even drier. It was like walking in the desert, thirsty after being exposed to the sun.

Subconsciously, she reached out her hands and bent slightly in front of her delicate body. What to do? Her only idea now is to escape from here.

I'm afraid that he will make some drastic behavior at this time.

Liao Zhenbo walked a few steps, but he didn't approach her any more. His charming eyes, with the stinging pain after being smoked, squinted. From the tiny gap, the light emitted was like a knife shining cold light. With the passage of time, it bit by bit delayed Fu Xiaoqian's heart, and bit by bit delayed Liao Zhenbo's heart.His heart was so painful that his heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney began to move instantaneously. All his blood began to flow backward. The temperature of his whole body could only be described as freezing, as if it had been frozen into the bone marrow.

This woman actually began to lie in front of his eyes, trying to find a more perfect excuse for today's heart derailment.

It's not necessary. It's really not necessary.

Fu Xiaoqian saw Liao Zhenbo's black eyebrows tightening, graceful lips with a thin smile. Standing three steps away from her, she was staring at her in this way. Her expression was waveless, but she felt the pain of her heart.

At this moment, for Fu Xiaoqian, maybe he yells, or shakes her shoulders to question her, or directly exposes her, which is better than saying nothing and staring at her with his perspective eyes.

"No, really..." I didn't hide it on purpose. I was just careless. If I wasn't careful, it would disappear. The rest of Fu Xiaoqian's voice, which he wanted to shout out, turned into nothing at the moment when Liao Zhenbo turned around indifferently.

His rebellious posture instantly disappeared in front of her. She followed her closely. She wanted to catch up and say something. Just as she opened her mouth, the bedroom door slammed in front of her.

Fu Xiaoqian just found that her heart was still in the same place when she was in a hurry to catch up with him. She didn't know what she wanted to explain to him and why she wanted to explain. Contract, their marriage is only based on a contract, so there is no need to explain some things.

Turning around, she walked down the spiral stairs. Wu Ma was pacing up and down the stairs. As soon as she saw her, she came up, "young master." She raised her eyes and looked at the door that was still shaking. The sound was really loud. She felt that the whole villa was shaking. The birds that were resting in the trees were flying away. All the servants ran out. They blinked in horror and looked at Fu Xiaoqian coming down from the upstairs.

"Go down and do what you should do." Wu Ma shouts in a deep voice and takes a look at Fu Xiaoqian from the corner of her eye. The behavior of these servants makes her feel a little annoyed and ashamed about her usual management effect.

After the servants dispersed one after another, Wu Ma just opened her mouth again, "young master, did he encounter something unhappy? Today, I came back from work with a gloomy face and broke a new set of dishes. "

"Dishes?" How can it be broken in the hall? Shouldn't it be in the dining room or the kitchen? Fu Xiaoqian didn't ask for the following words. She didn't dare to guess any more. The first time to update

"yes, the driver specially sent it at noon and said it was ordered by the young master to buy it. I'll give you a surprise when I come back in the evening. I heard it's a gift for you. I didn't dare to move it, so I kept it on the tea table. Who knows when the young master comes back at night and sees this set of Bone China, he will smash it all without saying a word. " Fu Xiaoqian, who didn't see that set of dishes, can also see one or two from Wu's tone and expression. That bowl must be exquisite, and that dish must be unique and specially made.

"Why?" Why do you want to give her a set of dishes? Why does he always do things beyond his status? Isn't it more in line with his status to give a set of jewelry and a cool sports car to a man like him? Why he gave her eyeful of purple flowers, hand-made soup, a set of special dishes.

What does that mean? Fu Xiaoqian did not dare to study deeply. She was afraid that there was a swamp waiting for her in front of her. Once she stepped in, she would never be able to get away, only the boundless occupation.

This occupation has a warm color. She is afraid that once she indulges in it, she will never be able to get rid of it.

"Maybe the young master is too short of the warmth of home. He always wants to find the feeling of home in you. Ah, young master, it's a hard way to go. " Wu Ma sighed softly, shook her head, turned and walked away, leaving Fu Xiaoqian in the same place. She seemed to have thousands of thoughts in her mind, confused and numb.

Home, what a common and warm word, many people come at will, but for a person with a huge empire, it means luxury. She was able to feel the same, and suddenly had a sense of the end of the world.

In a flash, Fu Xiaoqian's heart grew a kind of feeling called pity. After all the servants in the kitchen finished sorting out and left, Fu Xiaoqian went into the kitchen, which was too big. It was not like a family kitchen, it was just like the back kitchen of a restaurant, which made the villa more spacious and desolate, and even less warm.

This is Fu Xiaoqian's second time here, but her mood is very different.

Take out eggs, shredded meat, tomatoes and some scallions from the safe. Of course, her craftsmanship can't be compared with those chefs, but she is quite confident in the taste.

From the shelf to pick a suitable for cooking noodles pot, pour in water, first on the gas stove to burn. Taking advantage of the gap between boiling water, Fu Xiaoqian started a frying pan again, poured some salad oil, fried a round egg with a grinding tool, then chopped the shredded meat and stir fried it with tomatoes. After the water boiled, she added noodles.

Soon the noodles came out of the pot, poured with her fried base material, covered the egg on it, and did not forget to draw a smiling face on the egg. She thought, even if she made amends to him, and in order to increase the flavor, she sprinkled some scallions and carried two bowls of noodles upstairs.