Chapter 9

Fu xueya frowned and asked, pursed her mouth, with a sense of coquetry.

"Your second brother is used to being wild, so you don't expect him to come back."

Bai Wan bowed his head and drank the soup gracefully with a spoon. One of the two sons was obsessed with army life and could not go home for several years. The other had his own company and didn't know what he was doing all day. Anyway, it was rare to see people.

Second brother?

Song Jiuyue heard them say so, and his hand with a spoon faltered. They said that the second elder brother should be the man that the women in Los Angeles want to marry, Fu Yan, the boss behind Sheng Teng.

Song Jiuyue bowed her head and tried to reduce her sense of existence. She thought she could go back after dinner, but Bai Wan asked her to go upstairs to have a rest. She lives here tonight.

Song Jiuyue couldn't help it. She couldn't integrate into the world of the two people in the living room. She had to follow the servant to her room early. After washing, she felt thirsty and wanted to go downstairs to get a glass of water. As soon as she opened the door, she heard the voice of Fu xueya and the housekeeper.

"Second brother, you're back, and mom says you won't come back."

"Second young master, have you eaten yet? Now let the kitchen reheat a little. "

Song Jiuyue was at the door. I heard the steady footstep coming from the stairs. The footstep passed by her door and seemed to pause in the middle.

For no reason, she was a little nervous, until the sound of footsteps sounded again, did not stop outside her room, she was relieved, threw herself on the bed, pulled the quilt aside, and covered it up.

It seems that Fu Jin is going to live here tonight. When he goes out tomorrow morning, he will definitely meet her. He sighs. I don't know if he will be as disgusted as that Miss Fu when he faces her so-called sister-in-law.

Song September thought wildly and went to sleep directly.

In the next room, Fu Jin is holding a meeting in front of the computer with coffee.

"How's it going?" Fu Jin asked casually.

"Miss Song is a very interesting person." Mo Yi's simple answer.

Is it interesting? No matter how funny it is, since he married his brother, he should keep his three obediences and four virtues. What the Fu family needs is not a funny woman, but a obedient woman like a doll.

Fu Yan's mouth is crooked. He leans back on the chair lazily, reaches out and turns off the computer. No matter what the high-level expression is, he has to report such a big thing to him. He raises a group of idle people who don't do anything with his salary. If the problem is not solved in the morning, he will let these people go.

He put the coffee aside, got up and took a bath in the bathroom. When he came out, there was only a towel around his waist, and the water from his hair dripped down his chest shyly.

He suddenly remembered the woman of that day, her delicate body, frightened eyes, trembling lips, and her voice like a cat begging him

It's funny that he didn't have a good sense of this kind of smile in the eyes of the woman since she had been used to it for the first time.

He still remembered the little red flower on the bed which symbolized purity