Dressed as the real daughter of the wealthy control group

Fu Huaijin stood in the night wind for a while, then turned around and closed the door after a long time, walked through the courtyard, and saw Changge picking up the lotus flowers that had been trampled on the ground one by one.

"These flowers are all rotten. I'll see if they can be kept in water. They can last for two days."

Fu Huaijin walked over, took the lotus in her hand, and went to find the flower scissors to trim the branches.

"I'll clean up the vase, don't cut your hands."

Changge picked up the lotus leaves scattered on the ground, looked at the pink lotus, and said, "Don't believe what Song Xinghe said. I haven't said some things because they are too bizarre and I don't know how to tell you."

She couldn't tell him that her soul came from a dynasty that didn't exist in history, and she couldn't explain her relationship with Song Xinghe to him.

"I know." Fu Huaijin saw a trace of tiredness in her eyebrows and eyes, put down the lotus in her hand, picked her up without saying a word, and went upstairs.

Changge was suddenly picked up by him, his pupils trembled, his heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, and he said in a low voice, "What are you hugging me for?"

Well, it's not talking about Song Xinghe.

Fu Huaijin's voice was hoarse: "Take you to sleep, if it weren't for these ignorant people, you should have rested long ago."

He could see through Song Xinghe and Lu Xize's thoughts at a glance. He always knew what he wanted, so what others said had nothing to do with him.

Changge felt uncomfortable being hugged by him. He had rarely been so close to someone before. When he got to the bedroom on the second floor, he stretched out his hand and pushed his chest, and was about to go to the ground.

Fu Huaijin tightened her arms and said in a low voice, "What's the hurry?"

He looked at her deeply, his thick eyelashes like crow's feathers almost touched her skin, the breath of the two blended, and the temperature in the room rose suddenly.

Changge held his breath, feeling that he was going to kiss him in the next second.

Except that his kisses were a bit jerky at the beginning, and then he seemed to be self-taught, every kiss seemed to swallow her up.

Fu Huaijin's eyes fell on her petal-like diamond lips, her Adam's apple rolled over restrainedly, she lowered her eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'll go down and clean up the mess downstairs."

The vase fragments need to be disposed of, and it's a pity to lose those lotus flowers and lotus leaves. The housekeeper just picked them today, and the lotus leaf porridge is not bad.

Fu Huaijin put her down, turned around and went downstairs.

Changge: "?"

When the sound of his footsteps disappeared, she leaned against the wall and breathed slowly, with a thin layer of sweat on her palms.

Fu Huaijin really has no lust for her.

Changge didn't know whether to be happy or lonely, so he pressed the center of his eyebrows and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

Back in the imperial capital, the things that had been shelved before had to be dealt with one by one.

Chang Ge soaked in the bathtub, smelling the faint aroma of the bath ball, closed his eyes, and called Du Min at the same time: "Sister Min, you go to the ancient town tomorrow and ask Ji Chengze to take An Ran abroad for vacation."

Du Min was slightly startled: "How can you let your parents go abroad? Is there something going on in the empire?"

After following Changge for such a long time, all he knows are people like Fu Song. Du Min's vision has long since been different. disaster?

Changge didn't open his eyes, leaned in the bathtub, and said tiredly: "Well, you and your little assistant should be more careful recently. After Ji Chengze and his wife are sent away, you two can go home or go on a trip. It's all over. come back."

Du Min jumped up in shock: "It's so serious? Then we're all gone, what should you do? No, no, you are my guarantee for the rest of my life. If I don't leave, I will stay with you."

Changge laughed softly: "I haven't joined the group recently, and I haven't announced anything. I stay at home every day. It won't be of much use if you stay. Why don't you take a vacation and go on a blind date or something."

When Du Min saw that she was joking, her voice could not hear the slightest sense of tension or solemnity, and said with a smile, "It's fine to go on a blind date. If you don't get married and have children, you'll be safe. Men don't want to make money. Besides, you're not married yet. Advise me?"

Having been in the industry for many years, and in a place like the entertainment industry, Du Min has already seen through it.Love is a luxury that can't be found in the world. A person like Changge who is so prosperous and beautiful, surrounded by a bunch of high-quality men, refuses to have love, and she doesn't even want to.

"I'll call Mr. Ji at night, and I'll go to Guzhen to pick them up and go to the airport tomorrow morning." Du Min's voice paused, "Changge, are you in danger? You shouldn't go out these few days."

"Probably not, but the public opinion may blow up." Changge opened his eyes and said thoughtfully, "The Ji family may fight a public opinion war."

Du Min was vigilant in his heart: "Understood, I will let the people in the studio be on standby at all times."

Changge hung up the phone, closed her eyes and soaked for a while, perhaps because the temperature in the bathroom was too high, she was a little drowsy, and when she was in a trance, a strange feeling came to her mind, as if someone was calling her .

Changge suddenly opened his eyes, and heard Fu Huaijin's voice from outside: "Changge?"

She was so weak that she accidentally knocked over the flower stand beside the bathtub, and the fragrant flowers on the shelf rolled to the ground.

Fu Huaijin heard the movement, came in quickly, and saw her soaking in the bathtub, her black hair was wetly sticking to her body, she was indescribably pale.

Fu Huaijin's pupils shrank slightly, took a bath towel from one side, and carried her out of the bathtub.

"Changge?" Fu Huaijin carried her to the bed, touched her bloodless face, and felt for her pulse.

Changge smelled the familiar smell on his body, took a deep breath, recovered his breath, took his hand, and said hoarsely: "I'm fine, just now the temperature in the bathroom was too high, and my blood sugar was a little low."

This is the second hypoglycemia this month.

Fu Huaijin's eyes suddenly deepened, he held her hand tightly, and said in a deep voice: "This is not hypoglycemia, Changge, I saw your previous medical report, and you have no history of hypoglycemia."

Changge's body stiffened slightly.

Fu Huaijin's face was ugly. While wiping her wet hair with a towel, she called the unknown monk and pressed the speakerphone.

The unnamed monk was very unhappy when he received a phone call in his sleep, and said in a rambling voice, "Blesser Fu, why do you always pick the time for me to sleep? People are like iron, and food is like steel. If you don't sleep for a day, you'll be too tired..."

"Monk, can you go down the mountain?" Fu Huaijin's voice was low, with a hint of strength that could not be refused.

The unknown monk had never seen his tone so serious before, and he was taken aback: "What happened? Could it be that the female benefactor you like is unconscious again?"

Fu Huaijin: "No, it's something else. I'll arrange someone to go up the mountain to pick you up."

"I'm fine, Master Wuming. It's too late today, so don't bother me. I'll go up the mountain with Fu Huaijin tomorrow." Changge had already regained his composure, his voice was hoarse, and he hung up the phone.

Unnamed monk: "?"

It's hard to serve, forget it, I still listen to the benefactor, after all, benefactor Fu also listens to her.

"Are you worried that I will be unconscious like last time?" Changge hung up the phone, pressed his hand, and smiled softly, "No, that's just a small probability event."

That time when she fell into a coma and fell into a dream, she spent the fourth life with Fu Huaijin in her dream. Because she saw Taoist Xunhe, she woke up from the dream and did not experience the sixth life behind.

Changge frowned.

Fu Huaijin took a deep breath and looked at the time. It was indeed late at night. Changge was fine at the moment, and letting Wuming go down the mountain was indeed motivating.

"I'll sleep with you that night."

After Fu Huaijin finished speaking, he realized that he was in a hurry just now. When he carried her out of the bathroom, he was only wrapped in a big bath towel.

Fu Huaijin's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his throat was slightly dry.