Chapter 174

Song Jiuyue was a little confused in the car. Only when he got over it did he realize that she was being scolded. He started the car again and drove home.

In the next month, besides going to work, she would take Chen Qianyu around with her. However, if she wanted to buy any luxury goods, she would never take the initiative to take out her wallet. For people like Chen Qianyu, the first time there will be a second time. The better you treat her, the later she will take it for granted.

At the beginning of school, fengjiujiu finally came to Los Angeles.

Chen Qianyu specially wore a new skirt. She had already taken more than 20 skirts in the wardrobe. She changed the way to wear new skirts every day. Anyway, as long as she wore them out, song September could not let her take them off.

"Oh, my God, this house is so beautiful and big. Have you lived in it all this time? How happy. "

Feng Jiujiu's eyes were straight. The white marble floor, the luxurious hall, the complicated lighting, and the four high walls cast a dark shadow on the soft carpet. Everything was like a dream. In her mind, she began to imagine that she had such a house, a handsome prince and an old housekeeper.

Chen Qianyu's mouth is like a master's style.

"How about wine, isn't it? When we're done, let's go. "

The wind wine wine in the heart is a little unwilling, saw so one eye, how can walk, the tooth bit bit, on the face some pitiful.

"Qian Yu, can I stay in it for one night? Please, please

Chen Qianyu's brows wrinkled. If song Jiuyue came here occasionally and found out what to do, wouldn't everything be broken down.

"Wine, I said my relative is eccentric, he will be angry, so I can't promise you."

Feng Jiujiu sighed, followed her and left here step by step. Chen Qianyu deliberately didn't return the key to song Jiuyue. After all, there were many unopened brand-name clothes and bags in it. She only took more than 20 skirts to leave this time. If the box couldn't be stuffed, she would have to move the whole cabinet away.

Of course, she didn't tell song Jiuyue about all these. It's just a skirt anyway. What's wrong with her giving so many to herself? She's a sister, so I don't blame her.

In fact, when song September arranged for Chen Qianyu to enter the house, she knew the end of those skirts. However, she didn't pay much attention to them. She didn't really wear them, but people had to have a degree. After this time, if Chen Qianyu had any excessive behavior, she would not make do with her any more.

After seeing the person off, she called her foster mother and finished her task. But she didn't know that Chen Qianyu would make trouble for her immediately.

In the afternoon, when she was planning to cook a dinner for Fu Jin herself, she received a call from Chen Qianyu, saying that the bed in the dormitory was too hard. Could she go back to the villa.

Song September brow Cu Cu Cu, this person what idea she still don't know, in the heart block of flustered.

"Shallow to, that villa is not mine, I also can't make a decision."

Chen Qianyu bit her teeth. Although the school is good and the accommodation is good, she can't compare with the villa. If she can live there, she can be picked up by a driver every day, so that all her classmates will think that she is a rich second generation.

"Sister September, can you give him the phone? It's the person who follows you. I I want to ask him to let me move back. The dormitory is crowded and uncomfortable. "

Chen Qianyu's voice is delicate and weak. Song Jiuyue's heart is even more choked. She wants to send the house to you. Sure enough, some people just can't get used to it. They want to answer the phone with Fu Yan. I'm afraid she wants to answer the phone more than just answer it.

Fu Jin is looking at the financial newspaper. She came back earlier today. When she looks up and sees song Jiuyue's expression, she picks her eyebrows and kisses each other's lips, no matter whether she is answering the phone or not.

However, after a kiss, he obviously had a taste of eating marrow. He took the phone, threw it not far away, and then put song September on the sofa.

"Hello..."

Song September struggles to get the phone, but Fu Jin holds him back.

"If you don't want to answer the phone, why talk so much? Let's do something interesting."

Song September stopped each other's thin lips.

"Fu Jin, I'm cooking for you."

Fu Yan's action pauses, his eyes stare at Song September seriously, and pulls people up.

"Are you cooking for me?"

"Well."

Song Jiuyue nodded and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. The last time this person punished her for making lunch, she only made fried rice with eggs for convenience.

Fu Yan see her nod, heart suddenly crisp numb, pretending calm to continue to read the magazine.

"Well, go ahead and call me when you're ready."

Song Jiuyue gets up and takes back his mobile phone. He finds that Chen Qianyu has hung up. He is relieved to think that it's OK. He ties up the apron of the cat that Fu Jin unties and goes on to the kitchen.Since Song September, Fu Jin has been unable to sit in the kitchen, scratching her ears and thinking about what it's like for that man to cook. He has only eaten her fried rice with eggs and the mango cake. They all taste good, but he is allergic to mango.

He tried to fix his butt on the sofa, but he was still curious, so he got up and went to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, song Jiuyue is making braised pork ribs. He wears an apron and works around. Occasionally, he opens the lid of the pot to have a look. Fu Qian leans against the kitchen door and looks at the scene with his mouth slightly crooked.

This huge villa seems to be popular all of a sudden.

Song Jiuyue was just about to have a taste of chopsticks. As soon as his waist was hot, someone came up from behind, and there was a person's breath beside his ear. It was ambiguous and hot.

"Song September, do you like me?"

The voice was very light, right in her ear.

The chopsticks in Song Jiuyue's hand fell to the ground, and the sound came from her ears and swam all over her body.

"No

"Oh, No."

Fu Jin turned the man around. At this time, she was a little frivolous. Her fingertips slipped on her white face, and her voice was joking.

"Who is from the mountains, lakes and seas, but confined to the kitchen and love, have you ever heard of this sentence?"

Song September automatically filtered other words, only the word love, straight into her heart, after a short panic, calm down, push people away, light squat to pick up the chopsticks on the ground.

"Fu Jin, you think too much."

Fu Yan picks up eyebrows and takes out a clean goblet from one side.

"It's better."

He dropped that sentence and went out.

The air in the kitchen suddenly lightened. Song September felt that he had no strength and could hold the wall. His eyes were deep.