"Not the same." "I'm going to work. I have to go now. You can sleep here. There's breakfast in the fridge. Just heat it up in the microwave. I'll be late. I won't tell you," she said

She went around him to the door, and Fu Yu'an reached for her arm, with a weak tone. "I'm all hurt. Don't go today. Stay with me."

"You're not a child anymore. You don't need company." She pulled out her arm. "Stop it. I really have to go."

Fu Yu'an is reluctant to part with her and holds her hand. At this moment, it suddenly gives birth to the feeling that they are a family. His wife is going to work and his husband is reluctant to stay.

"Well! Do you hear me? Let go

If you can't hear, you can't hear if you hear.

He pulled hard, Jiang Wangshu turned in front of him, and the reaction was already on his leg.

Fu Yu'an holds her from behind, holds her in both hands, gently breaks her fingers to play, "just one day, just stay with me for one day, OK, eh?"

Okay? Huh? Even with some coquetry, Jiang Wangshu was almost confused, but reason told her to refuse.

"No way." She struggled to stand up from his legs, "I just went to work, can't always ask for leave, and, I don't go, the store is a person, simply busy."

He looked at her, eyes can speak, all kinds of meaning, without speaking, Jiang Wangshu can understand.

In the end, he couldn't resist his strong momentum, so Jiang Wangshu had to step back, "then I'll come back to cook for you at noon."

This is her biggest concession.

She insisted, and finally made a concession. When she came back at noon, it was not good to pay to an. She could only agree.

Almost ran out of the door, Jiang Wangshu recalled just pay to an plead for her to stay in the eyes, damn heart.

But fortunately, she was determined enough. At the critical moment, she thought of the way he and Meng fan talked and laughed together. A basin of cold water poured down from the beginning, and those silly ideas were sealed again.

Fu Yu'an takes this place as her home. She takes a hot bath and finds a new set of toiletries in the locker of the bathroom. It's said that Ling Ling will come to live with her occasionally. It should be prepared for her, but it's just cheap for him.

Shampoo and bath milk are pink girl series, shampoo is a very fresh and natural fragrance of flowers, it seems sissy to use on men, he only used a little, after washing, still fragrance overflowing.

There are petals in the bath milk. He even pinches them to see that they are real petals, with the fragrance of roses. He is a little incompetent and doesn't put them on his body.

The clothes were thrown into the washing machine. He dried his hair and came out from the bathroom around the bath towel. The fragrance immediately permeated the whole room. He looked down and smelled himself. He was a little disgusted.

The bedroom is warm and comfortable. It is tidy. There is a clothes hanger at the head of the bed, on which there are some clothes she often wears, which he has seen before.

In my impression, it seems that I haven't seen her wear new clothes for a long time.

Then to the bedside, a small night light, a candle fragrance, he drew the curtain, lit the fragrance, opened the quilt and lay in her soft pink bed.

Everywhere is fragrance, fresh, strong is from his body, light, not careful smell, even smell out is belong to her.

The smell is very familiar. Every time I see her, I can smell the fragrance from her.

He imagined what it would be like to move all this into his black-and-white and gray apartment.

It must be soft, warm and happy.

He was used to the dark room and the cold bedroom behind his home, and now he yearned for the life of someone waiting after he went home, holding someone in his arms when he went to bed, and kissing someone when he left.

Lonely too long, the vacancy in the heart is more and more big, is no longer the power status and wealth can fill.

He longed for a home, a real and complete home of his own.

"Jiang Wangshu..." he whispered her name and fell asleep in such a beautiful fantasy and plan.

He was sleeping heavily. He heard his cell phone ring three times at the head of the bed. Then Ji Cheng asked him, "are you still in the company today?"

"What's the matter?"

"What are you doing? Just woke up? "

"Well, what's the matter."

"Oh, nothing. Just ask if you're coming. I'll send it to your mobile phone later. You can have a look. I'll have it announced. By the way, the time of the press conference... What do the police say?"

"Wait a minute, don't worry. I'll be informed when the survey results come out, and a press conference will be held at that time. By the way..." he sat up and said, "go to the child's side of the hospital and tell the woman that we'll pay for her child's medical expenses and milk powder. When the time comes, we'll draw it from my account. When I'm a few years old, I'll pay for it."

Ji Cheng was surprised, "it's not you. What's the matter? Sudden kindness? You're not going to adopt the child, are you"What do you care about spending my money?"

"I'm not distressed. I just don't understand. It's us who are suffering. You have to help others raise children."

Yeah, he can't figure out why he did it himself, just pity the child?

I'm afraid they all have an irresponsible father. He and the child are in the same boat.

"It's not raising children for others." He also has to think of a reason to explain to Ji Cheng, "this is a great opportunity to improve the company's image. Compared with the company's interests, this is not worth mentioning."

Well, the reason is reasonable. Ji Cheng at the other end of the phone believes it.

Hang up and look at the time. It's just past eleven.

He couldn't sleep. He picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Jiang Wangshu: when will he get off work?

At that time, Jiang Wangshu was confronting the rich.

Fuguier is a husky. I don't know how its owner named him. In a word, Fuguier is afraid of water. Jiang Wangshu put him in the pool. Just after he got a little water on him, it was so miserable. It's like someone is abusing it.

The owner of the rich son laughed outside, "Li Fugui, Li Fugui, you have today. If I can't cure you, I don't believe others can't cure you."

Jiang Wangshu had no choice but to look at his master.

She can't help herself, and the dog doesn't cooperate. She can only ask Zhou Yu to help. When Zhou Yu has finished the account, he looks at the rich son's stubborn little eyes and immediately comes up with energy.

"Don't be afraid, little darling. My sister will give you a bath. It's clean and easy to go back and tear down the house. Do you like it? Bite the legs of the table, bite the compromise. And the sofa. Ah, yes, come here. After taking a bath, we can tear down the house. "