Chapter 113

"What's the matter?" Joan ran looked awkwardly at her dress and looked at him awkwardly.

"Isn't it strange? I said I'm not suitable for this, or I'd better change... "

"That's it."

What else does Joan ran want to say? The man has swiped his card to pay the bill and won't give her a chance to continue talking.

A series of actions took place at one go. She looked down at her dress and finally compromised. With the smiling eyes of the store manager and the staff, she left with Fu Siming.

"Why don't you let me change my clothes before I leave..."

Qiao Anran sat in the car and complained, "even if you want to wear it, you should wear it tomorrow. What does it look like now..."

Fu Siming chuckled and said, "let you adapt in advance."

"No need..."

"If you don't like it, I won't stop you in the car." The man looked at her with a smile, and his eyes were a little proud.

Her inner stomach Fei said: Fu Siming, a black guy, is really too much!

No way, she can only wear a dress, and I don't know if this guy is intentional. Knowing that she doesn't adapt, she took her to buy shoes

Fortunately, the shop assistants are not surprised by these, and their professional quality is also high. They don't talk about customers at will.

Rao is like this. She still feels that she has no face to see people... She casually chose a pair of gorgeous crystal high heels and hurried out of the store.

When she got home, she could finally take off her luxurious dress. Just after she changed her clothes, the man walked behind her and put her in his arms.

Qiao ran ran away angrily and asked him, "are you intentional today?"

"So what?"

Fu Siming looked at her with a look of "what can you do with me".

"You really..."

Joan Ran is so angry that she can't speak. Does it make him happy to tease her?

But... The little woman smiled proudly when she saw her coming out in her dress in the store.

She slowly approached him with a bad smile. "I tried out my dress today. You look very strange."

Fu Siming was silent, but she was even more proud and dared to laugh.

"Do you think your wife looks too good on me, huh?"

She learned the man's tricks of making her blush in the face to "deal with" him.

But unexpectedly, he didn't respond at all. He just said faintly, "so what?"

"Why don't you follow the routine?"

Qiao Anran looked at him in silence. "Shouldn't you say 'no' at this time?"

Fu Siming's eyes narrowed slightly. The next second he pushed the woman directly onto the bed, bullied her down and pressed her down.

"You..." the woman's heart suddenly tightened. She obviously wanted to tease him, but in the end, the whole plot was completely reversed.

Fu Siming, with a sense of banter in his eyes, looked at the people who were overwhelmed under him and said with a smile, "your wife doesn't look the best in a dress."

"Then... When was that?"

"Guess."

Fu Siming's eyebrows were slightly raised, his deep eyes were flattering and smiling, and Qiao Anran only felt ripples in his heart layer by layer.

He gently kissed the corner of her lips, inadvertently pursed his lips, and looked at her with a satisfied look.

For a moment, Joan ran seemed to understand what he said about "the best time". She swore that she didn't think much!

"You!" She beat two fists on his chest in shame. The man held her fist and held it in her heart. The smile in her eyes was even worse.

"Don't laugh, you..."

"I didn't laugh." Fu Siming looked at her solemnly, but his behavior was uneasy.

"Stop it... It's in broad daylight!"

"What's wrong with me doing reasonable and legal things with my wife in my own home?"

It seems that... There is no problem, but in broad daylight

Qiao Anran just wanted to compromise. When she heard footsteps outside the door, she quickly covered his lips and motioned him to stop making trouble.

The servant outside the door wanted to ask them what they wanted for dinner. When he went to the door and heard the news, he knocked on the door. He understood it and left with a smile.

"It's all you!"

Joan blushed and complained, "must have been heard again..."

"So what?"

Fu Siming looked indifferent. "Just hear it."

Joan ran really didn't know what to say. She just bit her lips and was silent.

……

After dinner, Fu Siming had something to deal with, so he went to the study. Joan ran went back to her room to collect some information for her next work.

As soon as she turned on her computer, news popped up on it. The title with the largest font attracted her attention - the award ceremony of the fifth "golden wing Cup" architectural design rookie competition was held today.

When Qiao Anran saw the words "golden wing Cup", he just felt like something hit him and was ready to come out. It's like plants growing to break through the soil. This feeling makes her feel a little uncomfortable.

By magic, she clicked on the news. There was a video in it, which was the video of the award ceremony.

She saw in the video that the girl who won the first prize, wearing a ponytail and a little tears in her eyes, took the trophy from the awarding guests and choked out her acceptance speech.

At that moment, she felt that such a picture was familiar. In her deep memory, there seemed to be such a picture, and it overlapped with the picture in front of her, which made her wonder if she had experienced such a thing?

But everyone told her that once she knew nothing about architectural design, how could it have anything to do with this rookie competition?

The golden trophy in the hands of the winner has always been in front of her. In a daze, she seems to feel that there is such a girl in her memory, standing on the highest podium with the trophy in her hand

What the hell is going on?

"What's the matter?"

Hearing Fu Siming's voice, she immediately turned off the video and pretended to be collecting data.

"Why are you so absorbed?" Seeing something wrong with her face, the man reached out and touched her forehead.

"Uncomfortable?"

Qiao Anran shook her head: "no, I'm fine... I was reading the design materials just now. I was fascinated for a while."

In order not to let him doubt, she put her arms around his waist, rubbed her face against his abdominal muscles across her clothes, and asked softly, "are you finished?"

"Don't be too tired. I promise you to continue working, but I don't want you to do this to yourself."

"I know... Watch it for a while and go to bed."

Fu Siming nodded, then got up and went into the bathroom.

Looking at the computer screen, Qiao Anran no longer has the mind to check the data. The picture of the girl holding the trophy has been emerging in her mind

Why so familiar? They told her about her past... Is that really her past?

At this moment, she didn't understand why she had such an idea, but felt that many things could not be explained.

When Fu Siming came out of the bathroom, he saw that the woman was still sitting at the table. He went over and hugged her behind him and asked, "what are you thinking?"

"Nothing... I just..."

Joanne paused and said, "I'm just thinking, what am I going to do at tomorrow's reception? You said it was the reception for the 50th anniversary of the Fu group. Do I... do I need to prepare anything? "

Fu Siming was amused by her nervous appearance. He clenched her hand and said, "don't prepare anything. Just follow me."

At night, she seemed to have a dream. In the dream, there was a girl with a ponytail, holding a trophy and smiling at someone. That smile is the purest she has ever seen

Dreaming, dreaming, she woke up.

When she woke up, she was leaning against Fu Siming's arms, but her heart was a little uneasy. Her eyelids jumped. She was worried that something bad would happen.