I fish every day in a wealthy family

Fu Jinxiu came to Ruan's house for the first time, and Ruan Qingshu subconsciously didn't see him as her husband who needed to share the same room. If Fu Jinxiu insisted on staying at Ruan's house, would it mean that she would sleep with Fu Jinxiu in her Ruan's house? In the room at home?
Her room was where she lived before she got married, and it was her private domain. She always felt that it was weird for Fu Jinxiu to live in him.

Ruan Qingshu was still struggling, "My room is quite small, I'm afraid you won't be used to sleeping in it!"

Fu Jinxiu glanced at her, "It's better than Aunt Ping thinks we're not getting along."

Ruan Qingshu had nothing to say, her existence was originally to cooperate with Fu Jinxiu in acting as a husband and wife.

Ruan Qingshu had no choice but to say, "Then I'll change into a four-piece suit first. I haven't been back for a long time, and the room needs to be tidied up."

Fu Jinxiu responded coldly, and said, "I'll wait for you here."

Ruan Qingshu hummed and went upstairs.

Her room was in the corner of the second floor, and she opened the door familiarly.

There was a faint musty smell in the room, and she hurriedly opened the window.

The furnishings in the room were not much different from before she moved into the Fu's apartment. At that time, although Geng Suping didn't give her any dowry, the room was decorated for her symbolically.

After all, at that time, Geng Suping didn't know that Fu Jinxiu didn't even want to do superficial skills, and he didn't even return home.

Later, she moved her things to the apartment and didn't come back much. First, Geng Suping didn't welcome her, and second, she lived comfortably in the apartment alone.

The four-piece suit in the room was still bright red, and even the red lampshade and the red happy letter on the wardrobe were not removed, but it had already turned a little white after more than two years.

The style of the whole room is not much different from that of a wedding room.

Ruan Qingshu turned on the air conditioner and let in the air. She knew that Fu Jinxiu had high requirements for the purification of the air. After all, she was the host now, and she didn't want Fu Jinxiu to leave anything to say.

She took off the red happiness letters in the room one by one, and found a clean four-piece suit that she had sealed in the closet before, and she also changed the quilt on the bed with a new one.

The sunlight outside the window shone in. Ruan Qingshu stood by the bed and quickly took off the old four-piece suit. Some strands of her tied-up hair fell off at some point and floated on her forehead. She didn't notice it. , with a sullen little face, looking unhappy.

The air is very quiet, and the air conditioner is not too loud.

This kind of quietness gives people a kind of warmth that has been quiet for years.

But the silence didn't last long.

"Cough cough cough."

The continuous cough sounded like a sharp knife, cutting the quiet string in the air.

Ruan Qingshu raised her eyes following the voice, and saw Fu Jinxiu leaning against the door frame, her deep eyes fell on her face.

Her breath was suffocated for a moment, and for a moment, she had an illusion, that unintentional glance, she seemed to see Fu Jinxiu's more complicated emotions hidden under the dark calm.

He clenched his fists, covered his lips, and looked at her with gentle eyes, even too gentle, like an exquisite trap.

But soon, she dispelled the unrealistic thoughts in her mind.

After three or four seconds, she lowered her head again, and said as if nothing had happened, "I'm not well yet, just wait a little longer. I'll be fine soon."

He did look tired.

Fu Jinxiu didn't answer her, but walked in and looked at her small room.

Compared with this villa, this room is indeed a bit small.But the layout is very warm and simple, except for the necessary furniture, there are no extra decorations, and it is even hard to see that it is a girl's room.

On the table in the corner, and on the window, most of them are books with different designs and photos.

Those photos were laid out one by one, but they were all when she was in her teens. There were group photos and some single photos.

He looked at those photos, with undetectable tenderness in his eyes, like a pool of spring water washing away the depth and indifference in his dark eyes.

His eyes fell on those photos, and his thin lips moved, "There are no photos of you when you were a child?"

Ruan Qingshu paused, she didn't know why Fu Jinxiu noticed her photo, but she still answered his question truthfully, "My dad said, I didn't like taking photos when I was young, so I never How to shoot!"

Fu Jinxiu hummed lightly and didn't say anything else. His eyes scanned the postcards still on the table. Those postcards seemed to be photos she had taken before.

His eyes swept over one by one until he stopped on the postcard.

He could tell at a glance that the postcard was the award-winning work of "Hanchuan" that year. The corners of his lips twitched, and he asked casually, "Do you like this Hanchuan very much?"

She has only one heart, and she likes everyone no matter where she meets.

At most, she admired that Han Chuan, and besides, the person Fu Jinxiu didn't even know when he participated in that competition might have disappeared long ago.

Ruan Qingshu twitched the corner of her mouth and said lightly, "I like his works. I don't even know who he is, so how can I like him?"

"If you knew who he was, would you like him?"

Fu Jinxiu turned his back to her and asked some strange questions. Of course Ruan Qingshu wouldn't like it. She always felt that liking someone was a difficult thing. It needed the right time, place and people. Isn't that what she and Fu Jinxiu were like? If the Ruan family didn't go bankrupt, She didn't find the token left by Ruan Wenliang, everything would not start, and the moment she fell in love with him would not happen.

Even if she got to know that Han Chuan, she would not have the right time, place and people. At least, the person she pretends to be Fu Jinxiu now, even though Fu Jinxiu will not love her, she can't love anyone else either.

In this way, it is quite bloody.

Probably her retribution!
Ruan Qingshu's heart flinched, but her voice was still indifferent, "Of course not!"

Fu Jinxiu turned around suddenly and asked her, "Why are you so sure?"

Ruan Qingshu couldn't say that it was because she had someone in her heart. According to her understanding of Fu Jinxiu, if she didn't talk about the person in her heart, he would not give up.As for the person in her heart, in front of Fu Jinxiu, even if Ruan Qingshu was killed, she would not say it.

Moreover, Fu Jinxiu's tone was also quite strange, maybe it was Ruan Qingshu's illusion, she vaguely felt that Fu Jinxiu hoped that she would like this Han Chuan.

But according to Fu Jinxiu's kind of male chauvinism, it's impossible. After all, he is that kind. I don't like you, but you can't like other people's unreasonable domineering.

Ruan Qingshu paused, "If this person is Song Yuanming, would you still ask me that?"

If it was Song Yuanming, Fu Jinxiu wished she would say that of course she wouldn't know four words.