Chapter 119

In an instant, the women around Fu xishen quickly dispersed, leaving Fu xishen alone.

I don't know what Fu xishen said. It's abnormal for all women to stay away from him.

There are still women who are unwilling to go to Zhao Qiqing and say, "don't think you are beautiful, there will be more opportunities."

Inexplicably, Zhao Qiqing felt innocent. Who did she recruit and provoke?

Seeing Zhao Qiqing sitting alone in the corner, the old lady walked up to her: "Qiqing, why don't you go to xishen?"

"Grandma, we're just friends."

I didn't want my grandmother to misunderstand the opportunity of the two, although Fu xishen said he had the idea of pursuing himself.

However, since then, he has never seen Fu xishen take action again. I'm afraid it's his whim.

With the sultry spirit in her heart, Zhao Qiqing's tone of voice also had a sour taste.

The old lady smiled. It seems that Zhao Qiqing still has feelings for Fu xishen.

"Some people have to take the initiative to pursue it. If they miss it, they will regret it."

I finished a long sentence and went back to the living room again.

"What did grandma tell you?" Zhao Qiqing, who was distracted, was startled by Fu xishen. Her high-heeled shoes accidentally stepped on the bottom of her skirt. The skirt fell slightly because of her large action, revealing her snow-white skin.

Fu Xi took off his coat with deep eyes.

Zhao Qiqing only felt something pressing on her shoulder, which made her unable to move.

"Don't move." Fu xishen pressed Zhao Qiqing's shoulder tightly and didn't let her move.

"Fu xishen, I'm not cold." Zhao Qiqing only felt that Fu xishen's breath wrapped her, and her cheek was instantly stained with a touch of crimson.

"Cough." Fu xishen couldn't explain. It seems that he underestimated Zhao Qiqing's size.

Totally unaware of the problem with the skirt, Zhao Qiqing stepped up her resistance and even had to get up.

"Don't move." There are many people around who pay attention to them, and Fu xishen doesn't want others to see.

Gradually, Zhao Qiqing noticed something wrong with the dress. She always felt that the skirt was moving down slowly, and Fu xishen's hand helped her press it.

"Fu xishen, don't move."

There were too many people on the scene. Even if Zhao Qiqing sat in the corner, there were people passing by.

"I won't move." Fu xishen is looking for an opportunity to take Zhao Qiqing to change clothes.

Zhao Qiqing stepped on the skirt to loosen the buttons on the back, and the zipper inside was moving down slowly.

They maintained the same posture for 20 minutes. The interested person noticed the clue and walked forward: "is Miss Zhao uncomfortable?"

To further watch Zhao Qiqing's expression, Fu xishen directly blocked it with his body and said coldly, "don't disturb us."

The host ordered the guest to leave bitterly.

The hurried assistant Wei handed Fu xishen an invisible pin and disappeared.

Fu xishen put his hand in his suit coat and touched Zhao Qiqing's smooth skin.

Feeling the temperature of Fu xishen's palm, Zhao Qiqing's back was instantly stiff and dared not move.

"Don't move." Warn Zhao Qiqing again that Fu xishen is looking for both sides of the zipper and uses a pin at intervals.

Fu xishen could only feel for the pin with one hand to prevent it from piercing Zhao Qiqing's skin.

Their breathing increased imperceptibly. The touch on Zhao Qiqing's back was instantly amplified. Every time Fu xishen touched her skin, her skin had a different reaction, but she suppressed it.

I don't know how long later, Fu xishen took back his hand and deliberately kept a distance from her: "the clothes are ready for you. I have something else to do."

With that, Fu xishen strode away and didn't give Zhao Qiqing a chance to speak.

Looking at Fu xishen who left quickly, Zhao Qiqing sighed: "am I a monster?"

He got up and tried to move. The dress didn't fall as expected, and walked carefully to the dressing room.

"Zhao Qiqing, why are you with xishen?" Li Shurong directly stopped Zhao Qiqing from entering the door.

"You shouldn't care who I'm with." Zhao Qiqing tried to talk to Li Shurong in a gentle tone.

"You fox, seduce xishen. You've divorced." Li Shurong angrily pointed to Zhao Qiqing.

"Don't remind me, I know." Zhao Qiqing opened the door of the changing room and smiled: "so what? Who can stop me from liking Fu xishen?"

Zhao Qiqing is no longer the person who let Li Shurong beat and scold. Now she also has her own dignity.

I didn't expect Zhao Qiqing to fight back. Li Shurong looked at the closed door angrily.

The banquet ended early because the old lady needed a rest. Zhao Qiqing had been hiding in the dressing room and had no knowledge of what was going on outside.

Seeing that it was not early, when I wanted to go out, I found that the door was locked from the outside.

"Hello? I'm locked in the dressing room." Zhao Qiqing shouted in the direction outside the door, but there was no response.

The changing room is temporarily changed with guest rooms for emergency. No one will pass by here.

After everyone left, Fu xishen suddenly found that Zhao Qiqing was gone.

"Grandma, have you seen Zhao Qiqing?" Fu xishen looked around for a week, and there was no Zhao Qiqing in the corner.

"She may have gone back." Li Shurong appeared in front of them.

"Really?"

Feeling Fu xishen's cold eyes, Li Shurong raised her voice: "how do I know where she has gone? There are no people she knows here, so it is likely to go home early."

Li Shurong said that in the end, she was less and less confident.

"Well, go home. If Qiqing doesn't leave, let her sleep with me."

Unwilling to see the two quarrel, the old lady gave a cold drink.

Li Shurong took Fu Xiaofeng back to Fu residence and knew that Fu xishen would not go back.

"Grandma, I'll look for it again."

Fu xishen is still worried about Zhao Qiqing. She didn't drive. How could she leave early?

Zhao Qiqing kept patting the door, hoping that passers-by could hear the sound.

Until the palm turned red, I didn't hear any sound.

Sitting on the floor in despair, he looked at the only two chairs and sighed.

When Zhao Qiqing was hopeless, the light in the room suddenly went out, and panic rushed to her heart.

In front of her, Zhao Qiqing couldn't touch anything to rely on. She had to rely on her memory to find the direction of the door.

Great fear hit Zhao Qiqing, and her hands couldn't touch anything.

"Young master, the lights have been turned off here." The nanny who was about to clean up the living room stopped Fu xishen.

At a pause, Fu xishen heard a faint voice and hurried inside.

The nanny began to panic and followed Fu xishen to the dressing room.

"Zhao Qiqing, are you in there?" Slapping the door hard, Fu xishen heard a familiar voice.

"Open the door."

The cold order made the nanny dare not hesitate and took out the key directly.

Seeing the light again, Zhao Qiqing didn't adapt to the light outside. Fu xishen covered her directly and checked her situation: "how's it going? Are you hurt?"

"No, change your clothes. I don't know who locked me here."

Hearing Zhao Qiqing's words, the nanny looked anxiously at Fu xishen: "young master, I didn't do it. My wife told me to lock the door."