Chapter 587

As soon as the old man left, Zhang ChuChu and Wang Hui breathed a sigh of relief. The whole person was like a loose bow, no longer tight.

"My God! Rich and powerful families are different. As soon as I entered the gate, I hurried to find myself caught by an invisible hand." Zhang ChuChu stuck out his tongue, which was very funny.

Wang Huishen thought: "I'm so nervous. You see, my palms are full of sweat."

Only Li Kexin, who was only present in the living room, was still tense and maintained a dignified and generous image, which was very appropriate.

"It's still some time before the dinner. Why go now?" Zhang ChuChu asked excitedly, glancing around.

She didn't dare to look around just now when master he was there. Now that people were gone, she dared to feast her eyes.

He Xian casually collapsed on the sofa and looked at the time: "it's almost five o'clock. The dinner starts at six o'clock. Now there's no time to go anywhere."

Fu Shuang said, "but after dinner, I can go out for a walk. Speaking of it, I haven't visited Chengdu yet."

"OK, my cousin will come later. Let's go together after dinner." He Xian responded immediately.

Fu Shuang looked at Zhang ChuChu's curious eyes and suggested, "why don't you walk around the house?"

Zhang ChuChu was so excited that his eyes stared at the boss and looked forward to Hexian.

Wang Hui and Li Kexin obviously meant the same thing, especially Li Kexin. Although they didn't say anything, their eyes burst out full of desire.

In her dreams, she wants to be the hostess of this antique old house. Naturally, she wants to know the flowers, grass and bricks of the old house as soon as possible.

Although Fu Shuang came to he's house, he didn't visit it carefully. He only walked around the garden.

He Xian asked the servant to bring some umbrellas and prepare a cup of iced mung bean soup for everyone. Then he went out and went to the yard first.

The five o'clock sun is still hot and spicy. The girls hold umbrellas in one hand and sour plum soup in the other, leisurely, but they have an unspeakable strangeness.

Fu Shuang frowned and stuffed the umbrella into his hand.

"What's the umbrella? I'd rather make room for another cup of mung bean soup."

After taking a few steps, she realized something was wrong: "Hey, where are xiaoyu'er and xiaoyue'er? Where have they gone?"

"The servant took me to watch TV. Children can't sit still. Let them go."

He Xian held his umbrella and moved it to Fu Shuang's head to shade her.

Fu Shuang snored a few mouthfuls of iced mung bean soup and couldn't help shivering: "it's a little light. If only you could put more sugar."

He Xian frowned and muttered, "Why are you so busy? It's hard to serve!"

Then he waved his hand back.

Fu Shuang threw him a white eye: "is this the way of hospitality of your he family?"

Before the words fell, a cup of mung bean soup was handed over: "Miss Fu, this cup is sweetened again. Would you like to taste it?"

Fu Shuang was stunned. Looking at He Xian again, he saw the boy frown, curl his mouth and stare at her and make a face at her.

Wang Hui and Zhang ChuChu looked at each other clearly, and they all had a few points in their hearts.

Hexian's heart is still on Fu Shuang, which is placed steadily.

Wang Hui couldn't help looking at Li Kexin. Li Kexin was expressionless, but her eyes were staring at the cup of mung bean soup in the servant's hand.

Seeing that Fu Shuang didn't answer, he twisted his eyebrows, took the mung bean soup from her hand, stuffed the cup held by the servant into her hand, and then took a very natural sip of Fu Shuang to drink the rest.

He Xian Zaba Zaba said as if nothing had happened: "it's still light? Isn't it very sweet?"

Fu Shuang was stunned and looked at him blankly: "that... I drink the rest."

He Xian raised his cup, looked at it and said solemnly, "there's so much left, waste! Although our he family has a great career, we can't waste it like this? It's a hard won meal. It's a pity to lose it."

He Xian pulled the big truth, snored a few mouthfuls, drank half a cup of mung bean soup, threw it away, and a perfect parabola crossed it. The cup fell into the trash can accurately, "bang" and fell to pieces.

Fu Shuang stared at him in amazement and said strangely: "half a cup of the remaining mung bean soup. What do you tell me about a piece of rice? It's hard won. The cup just now had to be at least 100 yuan, enough to buy dozens of kilograms of mung beans. You just threw it away?"

He Xian shrugged his shoulders, left a "I'd like to", turned his face and left.

Fu Shuang couldn't laugh or cry, shook her head and followed.

Li Kexin's face was as cold as ice, slightly lowered his head, pursed his mouth, and followed up with a heavy heart.

Wang Hui and Zhang ChuChu looked at each other, but they were at he's house. They were tied up and could only follow silently. They didn't dare to say more than half a word.

The old house of he family is a typical southern garden building. The courtyard is deep, the corridor is tortuous, and the scenery changes step by step. It is dazzling and dizzying.

Fu Shuang couldn't help sighing: "your garden is the most beautiful I've ever seen. It's worthy of being a holiday center. It's not comparable to ordinary people."

It's a pride to stand tall.

He has nothing like Xu muzhou. It's really not easy for him to get a heartfelt praise from Fu Shuang.