After the flash marriage, the wealthy husband can’t hide his vest

Fu Yingqing raised her head slightly, leaned a little closer, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and looked at him with a half-smile.

How could Yao Yikai dare to look directly at these unparalleled eyes? He coughed lightly: "I, I...there is no comparison."

One is brotherhood, the other is...

"Oh?" Fu Yingqing deliberately protracted her voice: "Why can't we compare? You and your brother are tired of being together every day, could it be..."

Fu Yingqing said this deliberately, just to tease him.

Yao Yikai likes to blush, which she finds very interesting.

Growing up together, he is still so thin-skinned.

Yao Yikai chuckled: "You and Fu Rongnan are really brothers and sisters. Your brother thought he liked me before, but now you think so too. Why, I look so popular, as if I am suitable for both men and women?"

Fu Yingqing looked at him seriously and nodded seriously: "Like."

Being looked at by her so seriously, Yao Yikai's heartbeat seemed to slow down by half a beat. Unknown to him, his mind twitched and he blurted out: "Then it can't be you I like? Why is it your brother?"

Fu Yingqing's eyes met his, and she clearly saw herself in his eyes.

The base of her ears instantly burned, so hot that she didn't expect that Yao Yikai would have such courage to say such a thing.

Just when she was about to speak, Yao Yikai said with a smile: "Okay, look at your stupid look, I'm joking with you, but compared to your brother, you are definitely more important. You are the younger sister, and boys should love and protect girls. .”

Hearing this, a flash of disappointment flashed deep in Fu Yingqing's eyes. Is his love the brother's love for his sister?

The smile on Fu Yingqing's face froze slightly, but it was only for a moment. In terms of hiding emotions, Fu Yingqing inherited Fu Tingxiu's inheritance and was not showy. Unless she wanted to show it to others, she would never be seen. The other side or true thoughts.

"Then you have to avenge me and protect me like a brother." Fu Yingqing smiled and continued to move forward.

Yao Yikai felt disappointed in his heart. After saying those words, he felt nervous every second. He gave her ten seconds and counted to ten silently in his mind. She didn't answer. He was panicked, afraid that those words would be spoken out. In the end, we didn't even have friends anymore, we could only say it was a joke.

The two grew up together. After so many years, they basically see each other every two or three days or every day. Each has become a very important person in the other's life and is used to their existence.

When I was young, I had a relationship between brother and sister. Now that I have reached adolescence, some emotions are changing quietly, and there is a thin layer of window paper between them.

Yao Yikai took Fu Yingqing to the gate of the community. The driver was waiting at the door. After Fu Yingqing got in the car, he rolled down the window: "Yao Yikai, go back."

He stood on the side of the road: "I'll send you a message when I get home."

Caring as always.

I don't know how many times he said this sentence to her over the years. Every time, his tone and feelings changed, but they didn't notice each other.

The car starts.

Fu Yingqing rolled up the car window, feeling a little disappointed in her heart and a little unhappy on her face.

The driver noticed in the rearview mirror that his lady was unhappy and asked, "Miss Yingqing, why are you unhappy?"

The driver has been Fu Yingqing's driver for ten years, and many times he cannot figure out his lady's thoughts unless she is willing to reveal it.

Fu Yingqing held her face in her hands and said, "I don't know why, I'm just unhappy."

The driver smiled and guessed: "It has something to do with Master Yikai."

"Uncle Qin, you are so awesome." Fu Yingqing praised with a smile.

The driver laughed: "That's because Miss Yingqing wanted me to know, otherwise I wouldn't have guessed it."

"He is an orphan. Does he lack love?" Fu Yingqing asked the driver, more like mumbling to herself.