Chapter 19

"Pa", Fu Shiqin's cell phone fell on the ground, looking at the speaker like a ghost.

"Mu Muwei?! "

Muwei that hot eyed monster, how could it be so beautiful, so lovely?!

Gu Weiwei approaches, picks up his mobile phone and hands it to him.

"Last time I was in a hurry, I couldn't wait to hear you call dad. It's time to make up for me today."

Fu Shiqin points to the study with exaggeration, "my brother My brother called me... "

Finish saying, take back the mobile phone and run into the study.

Gu Weiwei turned to the kitchen to see her porridge. Previously, Fu Hanzheng drove her out of Tianshui villa.

Now that he is here again, it seems that there is no way to live here.

Fu Shiqin got into the study and told his great discovery in amazement.

"Brother, do you recognize it?"

"That's muwei, the one who dresses up like ghosts and monsters in our house and harasses you every day."

"It turns out that Su Yan is so beautiful. How did she think about her self destruction?"

……

Fu could not stand his noise. "What about the medicine?"

Fu Shiqin was full of curiosity about his brother's idea and continued to ask regardless.

"Brother, you are not surprised to see that the girl you drove out of the house is so beautiful? No regrets? "

Fu asked coldly.

"What about the medicine?" I asked

As soon as Fu Shiqin heard that his tone was wrong, he immediately held back his words and went out to find Gu Weiwei, the cook in the kitchen.

"That Do you have cold medicine or stomach medicine here? It doesn't affect after drinking wine. My brother is ill. "

"No, it's out of date." Gu Weiwei is indifferent.

Fu Shiqin scratched his head. "Then pour my brother a glass of water. I'll go out and buy some medicine."

Finish saying, no matter whether she answers or not, the person has already left.

Gu Weiwei glanced at the direction of the study, reluctantly opened the refrigerator and took out the green ginger and white radish.

Cut the scallion, ginger and radish slices and put them into the pot and boil them with water. After cooking for more than 20 minutes, they filled a bowl and knocked on the door outside the study.

Fu Hanzheng was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed when he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Gu Weiwei put the boiled water on the table, "this drink, the throat will be better."

Fu Hanzheng opens his eyes when he hears the sound, and looks at the girl's clear eyes for two seconds. He glances at the steaming soup on the table.

"If you want to eat porridge, come out." Gu Weiwei thought that after all, she lived in his place, and said politely.

Then, I went out to fry two vegetables and prepared to eat.

Just put the rice on the table, the door of the study opened, and Fu Hanzheng came out and sat down at the table.

Gu Weiwei: "..."

She's really just being polite. I'm sure he won't eat the rice she made. He really comes to eat it.

Back to the kitchen, I filled a bowl of porridge and brought it to Fu Hanzheng. After sitting down, I explained.

"This is near the school. Grandma Fu brought me here. I Go to the house tomorrow and move out as soon as you find it. "

About that bowl of hot soup, soothing the body's discomfort, Fu Hanzheng mood slightly better.

"I don't come here often. You can go on."

"Oh."

Both of them ate in silence without mentioning that night.

Fu Hanzheng finished a bowl of porridge and asked, "what did you use to get Mr. Ming's painting?"

At the beginning, he put forward numerous exchange terms, and Minglao refused to give up his love. At last, he told them that she had exchanged things with him.

"My grandfather left a chess manual. Ming Lao has the first half of the volume in his hand. He has been looking for the second half." Gu Weiwei said honestly.

Mingzongyuan is not only a painting fan, but also a chess fan.

"And the cake?"

Fu Hanzheng's deep black eyes are sharp, which will make the Wilson couple react very much.

"On the Internet, Mrs. Wilson liked to eat that kind of cake, so she made one and took it with her."

Gu Weiwei stirred the porridge in the bowl with her head down, and her scalp was numbed by the sharp eyes.

Fu Hanzheng nodded, as if he believed her words.

"You do this, what do you want?"