Chapter 347

"What's the matter?"

"... not much." Han Xiaoye moved the next mouth, also don't know how to say, she also don't know is how, just don't want to get off.

Just then, the servant outside the door noticed them and called in surprise, "Mr. Fu?"

The loving woman in the plaid skirt came over, not Aunt Liu. She was so surprised, "Miss Han."

"I'll inform Madame."

"That Liu..."

It's too late. Aunt Liu has rushed in.

Han Xiaoye is hard to ride a tiger. He can't retreat. She bit her lips, grasped the man's big hand, jumped out of the car and grinned her teeth. "Little uncle, I'll say first, if the big uncle doesn't like me..."

She stopped, "aunt Feng doesn't like me either."

The seven words were very difficult. She closed her fingers and continued, "whether they like me or not, you have to like me!"

"Yes."

Fu Zhiyan wrapped her hand with a big hand, calm and elegant.

"Let's go."

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flower Han Xiaoye is about to have the same hands and feet, and her palms are full of sweat. If it wasn't for Fu Zhiyan's holding, she would have already clenched her fist. Rao is so, she still can't help holding it, as if it can give her a little confidence.

The decoration of the western style building is classic and has a heavy feeling of the 1980s.

Full dark brown decoration style, atmosphere and solemn, showing a strong sense of dignity. The circular two-story building style is a bit like the old house in Ruishi, and more exquisite and luxurious than the old house in Ruishi.

The decoration style of the Fu family is on the low side.

It is very similar to Fu Zhiyan's style, but compared with his pure black-and-white low-key, the Fu family is more open. But that kind of publicity is definitely not the resplendence of upstarts. I want to stick the gold on the wall to show that I have money. The publicity of Fu family is a kind of publicity of details, such as the mural on the wall, an inkstone and a jade pot on the shelf. these

"Madam is in the courtyard. Let Fu and Han Xiaoye go there together." Aunt Liu came out in a hurry and led them in the past.

Fu Zhiyan is naturally familiar with the road, but Han Xiaoye is extremely nervous.

Through the living room, soon to the door of the courtyard.

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The white sofa is soft and luxurious with exquisite afternoon tea and a set of professional tea sets.

Who is Feng Yaqin talking to? That person seems to be very tactful, which makes her laugh several times.

"Ma." Fu Zhiyan pulls Han Xiaoye and walks over naturally.

Han Xiaoye dare not sit, she is a little uneasy, small voice called a voice, "aunt Feng."

The two chatting back——

One is Feng Yaqin, and the other is Lin Shuwan, whom she met last time in the office of the president of YG group!

Today, Lin Shuwan's hair is tied into a ball head. He is young and pure. With a water blue irregular skirt which is the most popular this year, Lin Shuwan's skin is white and beautiful. She is a lady.

Han Xiaoye couldn't help looking down at his jeans and board shoes, and pursed the corners of his mouth.

"Coming? I told Aunt Liu to buy a fish later, and I'll make mandarin fish for you in the evening. " Feng Yaqin, like Han Xiaoye, said gently, "I'm still at school in the evening. It's time to come back in half an hour. I'll let Xiao'er pick him up. Anyway, he's at home on vacation these two days. Come on, sit down and have a cup of tea. This girl brought me Wuyi Dahongpao. I've always wanted to buy this kind of tea, but the production of this kind of tea is too little. It's gone before I can start this year. I thought I couldn't drink it for a year. I don't know where the girl came from. When she heard that I like this kind of tea, she brought some

"You're welcome, aunt. I heard my mother mention that my aunt liked Wuyi Dahongpao. It happened that a friend of mine had it, so I let my friend give up and sell half of it to me. "

"Such an expensive thing, I said to give money to the late girl, she must not." Feng Yaqin was angry.

Han Xiaoye's back is as stiff as a stone, and he is embarrassed to dig a seam to hide himself. She didn't know how expensive Wuyi Dahongpao was, but Feng Yaqin said that if it was expensive, it must be very expensive.

Without contrast, there would be no existence. She thought that she had tried her best to give away the best things she could afford. But with Lin Shuwan's Wuyi Dahongpao, she suddenly felt that the word "heart" was too small to mention.

Lin Shu took a casual look at the noble man, then quickly withdrew his sight, lowered his head and pursed his red lips. He seemed a little uneasy. "If my aunt really wants to give me money, I'm really out of sight. project Compared with Mr. Fu's help, this tea is too light for me to take out. Fortunately, my aunt likes it, otherwise I really... "

Han Xiaoye felt that the bag in his hand weighed 1000 Jin, which was about to make her straight.

How could Fu Zhiyan not feel the hooligan's depression? His eagle Falcon's eyes flashed and pulled her down strongly. I helped her carry the bag and handed it to Feng Yaqin.

"Ono bought it for you."

Han Xiaoye didn't expect that he would be so direct. He gave things to Feng Yaqin in front of Lin Shuwan. Her heart would stop for fear that Feng Yaqin would open it.

Fortunately, Feng Yaqin just took the bag and put it on her side. Eyebrows smile, "you are rare to come back, and luck is just right, hit Wuyi Dahongpao, as well as let the late Girl Bubble a cup for you?"

Without waiting for Fu Zhiyan to speak, Feng Yaqin said with a smile, "wanwan girl's tea skill is really good. Try it."

"My aunt praised me. Tea art is a mental art. Only when you are in a good mood can you make good tea. My aunt thinks I'm good at soaking. That's because chatting with my aunt makes people feel better involuntarily. "

This flattery is not marked, it will not appear vulgar, and just praise the people who want to praise.

Feng Yaqin couldn't close her mouth with a smile.

Han Xiaoye is very sad in her heart. She is not stupid. How can she not see that Feng Yaqin wants Lin Shuwan to make tea for Fu Zhiyan to make up for them.

To bring Lin Shuwan and Fu Zhiyan together is to disagree with her.

Before she came, she had expected that it might be this result, but she was really in the middle of it, and the pain was really indescribable. It's like someone cuts his heart one by one. If he can't cut his heart, it's just hard to block it.