Wang Qiong saw that she was moved and struck while the iron was hot. "Although I don't know what's going on in your family, I know you should have a lot of difficulties. You should give yourself more opportunities."
This, Fu Zhiran thoroughly heart.
She pressed her lips tightly and hesitated for a moment. She nodded, "OK, if the editor calls me, I'll go."
If it can be sold, it will be a solution to her urgent need.
……
"You'd better go back these two days and spend more time with your grandfather. Don't go against him."
"Shouldn't you go back with me?"
"Why?" Tong fenyue copied her hand and leaned on the doorframe. With an ambiguous smile, she teased LAN Jingyan's eyebrows. "Can't you give up Xiaoran?"
LAN Jingyan throws her a white eye, raises her foot to enter the room, closes the door, and closes Ms. Tong fenyue out of the door.
"Son of a bitch!"
Tong fenyue clenches her fist and makes a gesture to the door with indignation.
Just then, Mrs. Wu came over with a bowl in her hands and said, "madam, the soup is ready."
Smell speech, Tong Fen month face immediately spread out smile, excited welcome to Zhou Sao in front of, "give me quickly."
She took the bowl from sister-in-law Zhou with both hands and turned to open LAN Jingyan's door.
He put his hand on the door lock, and suddenly thought of something and took it back. "I have to let Xiaoran give it to him in person."
As she muttered, she went to Fu Zhiran's room.
Zhou sister-in-law came forward to hold her, "madam, little madam is in the study."
"Oh, oh." Tong fenyue nodded and immediately turned to the door of the study. He knocked on the door symbolically.
Then she unscrewed the door lock, Fu Zhiran wrote very devoted, did not hear the knock, until Tong fenyue came to her, she found out.
Startled for a while, reaction comes over, quickly turn off the computer, get up to circle in front of Tong fenyue.
"Xiaoran."
Fu Zhiran's expression of turning off the computer just now is obviously a little nervous. Tong fenyue is curious about what she was doing just now. She glances at the computer screen, and the screen is already black.
She looked at Fu Zhiran and asked, "what are you doing?"
"I'm watching TV." Fu Zhiran returned with a smile, afraid of Tong fenyue's suspicion, she immediately changed the topic, "what's the matter?"
Ventilation month to think of the purpose, hand the soup in hand to Fu Zhiran, "you take this bowl of soup to Jing Yan to drink, he now estimated to have a bath, I go to inappropriate."
My son's room is not suitable for me.
That's a bad reason.
Fu Zhiran secretly smiles and looks down at the soup in the bowl. It's oily, with scallions floating on it.
Did not see what soup, she looked up and asked Tong fenyue curiously, "what soup is this?"
"Just spare ribs soup. Take it to him, or it will be cold." Tong fenyue said, forcing the soup bowl into Fu Zhi's hands.
"Really?" Fu Zhiran took the bowl with half faith.
The ambiguous smile in Tong fenyue's eyes is clearly a problem.
So what kind of soup is this?
"You child, what am I lying to you for?" Tong fenyue frowned.
Fu Zhiran didn't dare to show any doubts. She didn't care what soup he had. Anyway, she just took it according to her orders.
But at LAN Jingyan's door, she was not as cheerful as she had just thought.
He raised his hand, bit his lip and didn't knock it down.
"I'm sorry, young lady."
"She was afraid that the boy would not like to see her."
At the entrance of the stairs, Tong fenyue and sister-in-law Zhou secretly poke out their heads and look at Fu Zhiran who hesitates at the door of LAN Jingyan's room. They are worried to death.