On the day of the blind date, I got a license with the president and my boss

The call records are nothing special. Fu Shiyan never writes notes to others. He has a good memory.

As for the wechat that every modern person has, Fu Shiyan also has one, but he doesn't have many contacts, and most of them only use the wechat of grandpa and Jiang Shu.

To a large extent, Fu Shiyan was old-fashioned in his bones.

Old things are always memorable.

Jiang Shu bit his chopsticks and opened his WeChat. Many people sent him messages, but most of them didn't reply, except for his grandfather. He told him to go home and see Xiaoshu more often.

He replied, very simple: Got it.

More like perfunctory.

Jiang Shu skipped one by one and opened her own dialog box. He didn't write a note for herself. She thought about it and wrote: Baby Xiaoshu.

After the beating, I felt numb and trembled violently.

Satisfied, Jiang Shu put away her things, took a shower in the bathroom, and was mostly awake. The clothes she brought were all worn outside, but indoors, the pajamas had been messed up by Fu Shiyan, and she had bad thoughts. Fu Shiyan's shirt reached to the thigh, just enough to cover it.

Fu Shiyan's blood sugar was low, and it was difficult to wake up once he fell asleep.

Jiang Shu sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him with his face in his hands. He was half asleep and half awake, with his whole face buried in the snow-white pillow. His usual old-fashioned appearance was now a little childish, and he couldn't see the slightest city mansion.

Jiang Shu looked at him for a long time, inexplicably attached to his harmless appearance. After a long time, he reached out to poke Fu Shiyan's face, treating him like a child, "Get up, it's getting dark."

Fu Shiyan grabbed her hand, did not open his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sleepy."

"You have to get up even if you're sleepy."

He didn't move.

Jiang Shu pursed his lips and deliberately joked: "Then you go on sleeping, I'm leaving."

There was no response for a long time, but the man's eyes have slowly opened, watching her speak slowly, "Why go again."

Jiang Shu heard a trace of grievance and sorrow from this tone for no reason, and was taken aback, as if he was afraid that he would leave.

She continued: "I want to go back and take care of Lao Jiang, I can't stay for too long."

Been together all day and she didn't even mention it.

With a bit of getting up, Fu Shiyan clenched her hand tightly, saying, "Let the servant take care of her and stay here."

Jiang Shu almost wanted to laugh, "Fu Shiyan, don't you miss me?"

Fu Shiyan didn't like her coming back and leaving in a hurry, she was so irritable.

He got up a little bit, but Jiang Shu didn't react, so she was hugged to the bed by the waist, lying on him, and let out a low cry.

Fu Shiyan pinched her waist, "I said stay here."

Jiang Shu simply let him hold him, and smiled, "I lied to you, Lao Jiang now has the ability to be independent, so I don't need to watch over him every day."

"Lie to me." Fu Shiyan narrowed his eyes, only now did he see that she was wearing her own clothes, and when she was hugged and rubbed, the clothes were pulled up a little, and all that caught her eyes were things that could make people's blood. .

The drowsiness will be gone at this time, she turned over and pressed her under him, absolutely controlled, but she didn't know where she touched her, she was amused and laughed.

"Hahahaha Fu Shiyan, don't...don't..."

Fu Shiyan let go of his hand and looked at her seriously.

Seen by his eyes, Jiang Shu slowly restrained her smile, and apologized coquettishly: "I was wrong."

But there was no room for an apology, and Fu Shiyan's possession meant that he was doomed.

He whispered, "Little. Fairy. Fairy."