Young Master Bo, your wife is going to heaven

"..."

Why does this line sound so convincing?

"I might be going to the bathroom in a minute, so why don't you help me?"

"..."

Sheng Nuan was stunned for a second, and then his whole body twitched.

wipe.

It took me a long time to go to the toilet.

"If you want to go to the toilet, you just say it directly. It's so ambiguous that people who don't know think..."

Fu Zicong raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why do you think I'm going to confess my love to you?"

"what?"

Now it was Sheng Nuan's turn to be embarrassed, and she smiled dryly: "Of course not, haven't we already broken up? There is a saying, good horses don't turn back, right?"

A trace of disappointment flashed across Fu Zicong's eyes, and he clenched his hand holding the pillow a little bit, but his tone was like his usual lowly ruffian: "That's right, I'm a big star now, I don't know how high my eyesight is, why? I still like you like this... um, want a woman with no figure? What I want is a standard D cup."

Sheng Nuan threw a pillow over.

"Go to your bathroom!"

He smiled and got up slowly.

While waiting for him to go to the bathroom, Sheng Nuan had already brought out the dishes.

A full table, er, although it doesn't look very good, but there is a quantity.

"Well, let's just eat it."

"It's really near."

The table is full of dark dishes, and you can no longer tell which one is which. You can only guess what you are eating by relying on blind selection, and there is no one else.

Fu Zicong's chopsticks froze in mid-air: "I said you are the only one, who will marry you in the future?"

"Sorry to disappoint you, I'm married."

Fu Zicong was taken aback, inexplicably thinking of the text message that day, he couldn't help but put down his chopsticks: "Are you serious?"

Sheng Nuan nodded: "Really, it's more real than pearls."

"That's..." Fu Zicong's heart felt blocked, "Is your family persecuting you?"

Must be.

There is that disgusting mother-daughter trio in their family, and this girl's IQ is not very high, so she must have been bullied.

It is said that the young master of the Bo family is still paralyzed.

"Then why don't you resist? This isn't ancient times anymore, what kind of arranged marriages are you playing! You...you let me tell you what's good about you, how can you compensate yourself for being a good person?" Fu Zicong was even worse than her. Be in a hurry.

She waved her hand: "Calm down, calm down."

"How do you make me calm down?" He slapped the table.

Sheng Nuan was stunned: "You...why are you so excited?" When he slapped the table just now, a pair of bowls and chopsticks fell to the ground.

Fu Zicong also realized something, and his heart was pounding: "I..." He tried to calm himself down, and gave a reason that he couldn't believe, "I'm just...however we have dated before, I just Thinking that your next family is not a very good person, won't this even lower my level?"

"..."

Sheng Nuan was speechless: "I thought you would say that we have a revolutionary friendship or something."

After going on for a long time, was it because she was worried that the next one she found was too low-level, and if she said it, it would ruin his reputation?
"Don't worry, that young master is still good."

"I'm paralyzed, how can I get better?" Fu Zicong snorted.

"But the parents are kind."

"What's the use of a paralyzed person who looks good? Can he be eaten as food?"

Sheng Nuan looked at him puzzled: "Why do I feel that you are a little angry today?"

"I……"

He was taken aback, did he act so obviously?
It seemed that when he saw her saying that the man was good, he felt upset.

"Forget it, it's up to you."

He picked up the chopsticks and ate with big mouthfuls.

Seeing how appetizing he was, Sheng Nuan's attention shifted from the matter just now to him in minutes.

?

So delicious?

She took a bite, and her whole body was sour.

I go.

This taste is really good.

"Can you eat such a nasty thing?"

"Ah."

Fu Zicong nodded: "It's better if it's unpalatable, I can lose weight by eating less."

"..."

Just as Sheng Nuan was about to go back, he saw a sweeping robot turning out of the room. It creaked and got stuck there, as if it was tripped by something.

She walked over and took a look: "It seems to be a letter."

letter?
Fu Zicong, who was eating, quickly turned around, saw the familiar shell, his eyes widened suddenly, wasn't that...

"Hey, this seems to be my handwriting." Sheng Nuan opened it slowly.

"do not move!"

"what?"

But she has already opened it.

I saw that it was written in crooked fonts - an IOU, which can meet one of the conditions proposed by Fu Zicong.The date, 2010, is recorded by Sheng Nuan.

???

what?
This is ten years ago?

"I write?"

"Don't you even know your own characters?" Fu Zicong snorted.

Sheng Nuan was dripping with sweat: "It's been so many years, why are you still keeping this IOU?"

Wouldn't it be asking her to pay something?

wipe.

What a scheming boy.

A note written in elementary school can be stored for ten years, and there is no one else.

Fu Zicong took the IOU carefully, there were some mottled marks on it, he put it away very carefully, and sealed it with a plastic seal.

"I said you guys are too..."

Suddenly he turned around and stared at her with complicated eyes.

That kind of look made her slightly startled, and she always felt that there were many things she couldn't understand surging inside.

"You're such an idiot."

"what?"

Fu Zicong stared at her for a long time. He really wanted to say something, but he swallowed it when it reached his mouth.

Knowing her since kindergarten until now, he knew very well that his intelligence quotient in terms of love was almost zero, and if he wanted her pig head to realize what he meant, the sow might have to climb a tree.

"never mind."

Sheng Nuan frowned, feeling annoyed, what do you mean, he asked her to come all the way to cook, and made some weird requests, and now she stopped talking halfway.

What about playing mystery?

She also has a temper: "Today you must speak clearly."

Fu Zicong looked at her deeply: "Do you really want me to explain clearly?"

"What do you mean?"

Faintly, there is a bad feeling.

It seemed that as soon as he opened his mouth, the revolutionary friendship between them would end here.

Fu Zicong approached her step by step: "Sheng Nuan, do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know? Don't you feel it?"

His eyes were scorching, like a ball of flames, trying to burn her away.