At 5:30 p.m., Fu Zhiyan went back to the villa on time.
Han Xiaoye has been sitting in front of her for a long time. There are still several bags on the table in front of her, which she just bought. bought
bought Fu Zhiyan picked up one of the bags. Isn't it American ginseng in it? He remembers that this brand is not cheap. Where did the hooligan get the money?
Han Xiaoye thought that he was too incompetent. He lowered his eyes and said dejectedly, "I wanted to buy a piece of jewelry for Aunt Feng, but... I can't afford it."
Can't afford three words, too hard to say!
But she can't afford the jewelry that Feng Yaqin wears. She can't afford the necklace and bracelet that cost millions. Even so, she still wants to buy a decent gift for Feng Yaqin.
bought
The necklace pendant of jasmine is inlaid with dozens of broken diamonds. It's exquisitely made. You don't need to look at the brand to know it's a famous design.
"Originally, I wanted to buy the chain together..." she took a breath and adjusted her attitude. "Anyway, I bought everything I could afford. Aunt Feng would like it, wouldn't she?"
That is to say, I'm not sure if Feng Yaqin will like her.
But she is so great ability, has been ruined, no matter how much, she does not want to give, is unable to give.
Fu Zhiyan clenched the pendant. The edges and corners of jasmine were in the palm of his hand. He deeply looked at the eyes, strong with calm people, calm and powerful, "she will like."
"Really?"
He put the pendant in the palm of his hand into the box and clasped the box. "Really."
Han Xiaoye suspended carefully, put down some dirty, turned around in front of Fu Zhiyan, "little uncle, do you think I can go through like this?"
"Yes."
Fu Zhiyan lifted the bag and took her hand.
"Let's go."
You're leaving?
Han Xiaoye suddenly felt that her head was crooked, and her clothes were not as good as the one she had just tried. And she didn't check her makeup carefully just now. She didn't know whether she had made the foundation thicker. The more I thought about it, the more I felt uneasy. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I just felt completely OK's clothes.
no way.
When they got to the door, she stopped and opened Fu Zhiyan's hand. "Little uncle, wait for me, I'll come out right away."
With that, he ran upstairs.
Twenty minutes later, she hesitated and came down again. This time, she changed her clothes and put down her curly hair.
"How about that?"
Without waiting for Fu Zhiyan to reply, she bit her lower lip and said to herself.
"It's better to feel like that."
Fu Zhiyan Danfeng's eyes narrowed. When she wanted to go upstairs, she grabbed her hand. wrist
good-looking!
It's still beautiful!
Han Xiaoye is shameful, and the corner of his mouth flies up,
When I get back to myself, I'm already sitting on Bentley. man
"No
"But I remember that Aunt Feng liked me to wear ladies' clothes. Would it be too casual to wear jeans?"
“……”
He didn't answer, Han Xiaoye think he is acquiesced to wear too casual, secretly chagrin, just superfluous change skirt, small face tangled up, "little uncle, otherwise we go back, I'd better change skirt."
“……”
Fu Zhiyan smoked his temple.
Han Xiaoye is not at ease, impatient said, "do not go back, we go to buy a line, go to Aunt Feng there, will pass by the city? If you pass by, uncle, remember to stop the car. "
"I'm not going through the city."
"What about that?" Now she was restless.
Fu Zhiyan lightly glanced at her and frowned, "fasten the seat belt, and don't jump up and down in the car."
She's not a monkey. How can she jump up and down. Besides, she's worried to death. How can he be nothing like bullshit? Is he not afraid that Aunt Feng doesn't like her and doesn't want them together?
Han Xiaoye closed his mouth and didn't want to talk to him.
Bentley's wheels run over the fallen leaves of camphor trees on both sides and drive into a quiet intersection. This road is clearly on the first ring road, but it is in sharp contrast to the people coming and going outside. flower Han Xiaoye noticed that on both sides of the road are courtyard like courtyards. It seems that for some years, there are roses growing on the fence walls of every courtyard. I don't know what kind of rose it is. It's still bright in early autumn, big and big, just like the colorful clouds floating down.
Han Xiaoye rolled down the window and took a breath.
The air here is filled with the fragrance of flowers.
flower air
She sucked a few mouthfuls and squeezed the mist out of her lungs. Suddenly, the whole person was more comfortable.
"Where is this, little uncle?"
"Compound one."
Han Xiaoye has never heard of the No.1 courtyard, but she has heard of the No.7 courtyard, where the houses are not sold for any money. It's all the top bulls, it's priceless. She's a small city dweller who at most enjoys looking at pictures on the Internet. 1 is in front of 7. If she doesn't understand correctly, this place should be more powerful than No. 7 courtyard?
Han Xiaoye has always known that Fu Zhiyan is bullish, but he didn't expect to be bullish to this extent.
Her heart contracted.
I don't know why. I have a feeling that I can't tell.
It's not like the excitement of the local tyrants on the list, but more like... Loss.
She didn't know what she was losing, but she felt a stone stuck in her heart.
Bentley quickly stopped in front of one of the compound.
flower
Fu Zhiyan took the lead to get out of the car, went around to the co pilot to help her open the door, unfastened the seat belt, took her hand, "come down."
Han Xiaoye did not move, she was holding the bag in her hand, suddenly had a strong impulse to go back.
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