She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

I waited in vain, it turned out that it was bought by my unfilial son.

Shen Weicang smiled very gently. Father Fu couldn't turn his face away, so he just raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly: "I like it very much. It's thoughtful."

Fu Yancang said something ambiguous: "If you like it, eat more."

After he finished speaking, he kept staring at Father Fu, which made everyone confused. Father Fu couldn't bear it anymore and took out a card and handed it to Shen Weicang:

"Cang Cang, this is my gift to you. Keep it well and don't let him take it away."

"Thank you uncle."

Shen Weicang took it and smiled even more deeply.

Fu Yancang was finally satisfied, and walked towards the restaurant with Shen Weicang in his arms, but he was still bargaining: "Dad, why don't you give me some money? Should I be compensated for my living expenses for more than a year?"

Father and Mother Fu sat down at the dining table. Upon hearing this, they snorted again, "Aren't you very capable? Go and earn it yourself."

The servants had already laid out the tableware. Fu Yancang and Shen Weicang sat down next to each other. He moved his chair towards Shen Weicang and said affectionately:

"I don't need to make money. Cang Cang is so rich, she can just support me."

Mr. and Mrs. Fu couldn't stand Fu Yancang's nausea, and they left because they were disgusted by him before they had eaten much. Only Fu Yancang and Shen Weicang were left in the spacious restaurant.

"Cang Cang," Fu Yancang almost sat in the same chair with her, "Cang Cang, have you finished eating? Don't you want to see my bedroom? Can I take you there?"

When Shen Weicang first came to the Fu family, she felt a little uncomfortable at first, but she saw that Fu Yancang's parents were very friendly to her, and she soon felt relieved.

"Why are you going to your bedroom?" she asked in a somewhat spoiled tone. "Is it possible that you didn't even prepare a bedroom for me when I went home with you?"

Although Shen Weicang and Fu Yancang lived together in the school apartment, they usually slept separately. Their class schedules were different, and she didn't like being woken up when she was sleeping in.

Fu Yancang hugged her waist, bent down and buried his head in her neck and whispered: "I have prepared a gift for you. It's in my bedroom. Don't you want to go and see it?"

Shen Weicang was a little surprised: "Really? What's the gift? Is it expensive?"

"Of course it's expensive. There's no demand for it. Others who want to see it are not eligible to see it," Fu Yancang's voice was full of temptation. "Do you want to go and see it?"

Shen Weicang's eyes sparkled: "Okay!"

As soon as Mr. Fu entered the bedroom, he showed a look of disgust: "I should have known not to let him come back."

Mother Fu sat down on the sofa and opened the gift box. She was immediately surprised and said, "Hey, come and take a look. Is this dress beautiful?"

Father Fu glanced at it from a distance and said, "What's so beautiful about it? Is it necessary to make such a fuss?"

"What do you know? This is a gift from Cang Cang for me." Mother Fu walked into the cloakroom and compared herself with the mirror. "It fits me well."

Father Fu snorted: "Can't you tell who bought this?"

Mother Fu's voice came from the cloakroom: "My son bought it and it's very good. It means that my son is thinking about me."

Her voice was not loud, so Father Fu could not hear clearly. He also walked into the cloakroom and happened to hear the last few words. He was speechless: "You are quite logical."

Mother Fu turned around with a gloating smile on her face: "Hey, why didn't you bring up those health products? Cang Cang gave them to you specially, and you just threw them downstairs. How disrespectful."

Father Fu sighed and said, "If you like it, go ahead and eat it. Why would I take health supplements at my age?"

Mother Fu couldn't help laughing: "Take more health supplements, so you can work in the company for a few more years. Look how much your son loves you, you really don't know how to appreciate it."

She saw Father Fu walking out and followed him: "You really should thank Cang Cang. If it weren't for your relationship, Xiao Yan would have been stubborn with us for who knows how long."

Father Fu sat down on the sofa and picked up a book to read: "I don't know whether I should be grateful or disappointed."

"What do you mean?"

There was disdain in Mr. Fu's tone:

"He can't even support his girlfriend, and being in a relationship with him is even more difficult. The first thing he did after getting the card was to treat her to a meal. It seems that even in the entire relationship with him, I have never had a decent meal."

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"Cang Cang, please sit here and wait for a moment. I'll go get the gift out."

Fu Yancang took Shen Weicang's hand and pushed the door into his bedroom. He asked her to sit down on the edge of the bed and hurriedly turned into the cloakroom.

Shen Weicang looked around his bedroom. What Lu Yexing said was true. Fu Yancang’s bedroom alone was bigger than the living room and two bedrooms of the apartment combined.

Just now, Fu Yancang pushed the door and walked into the cloakroom. Shen Weicang took a look and found that his cloakroom alone was almost as big as her bedroom in the apartment.

She even felt like she could roll around on the floor of his bedroom.

Shen Weicang stood up and walked to a set of cabinets to look curiously.

Through the glass doors, she saw that one of the cabinets was filled with various trophies, and the other one contained some ornaments.

She was not interested in these and walked to Fu Yancang's table and sat down.

The table top is very clean. I guess this is not his desk for studying. There are only a few photo frames and desktop ornaments on it.

Shen Weicang picked up one of the photo frames. In the photo, Fu Yancang was wearing a school uniform and his appearance had not changed much from now.

That handsome face had the unique charm of a young man, but it couldn't hide the faint feeling of youthfulness and immaturity.

Although Fu Yancang is also full of vigor and vitality now, the youthful aura that comes naturally from the photo cannot be replicated.

Shen Weicang only sighed, put the photo frame down again, and saw a small toy beside him. He picked it up curiously to observe. At this moment, the door of the cloakroom opened, and Fu Yancang's voice rang out:

"Cang Cang, this is the gift I prepared for you, do you like it?"

Shen Weicang turned around to look, her eyes suddenly widened, and she didn't know where she pressed her hand, a weak electric current hit her, and her ring finger felt numb. She reflexively threw the toy in her hand away:

"!"

Fu Yancang was wearing a white shirt and tight shorts on the lower body. He had his arms resting on the door frame of the cloakroom and was giving her a wink.

Shen Weicang showed an indescribable expression: "Where's the gift?"

The expression on Fu Yancang's face froze slightly: "The gift is right here, Cangcang, don't you like it?"

"The gift you are talking about is yourself?" Shen Weicang was stunned. Where did Fu Yancang learn these tricks? How did he know what I like? It took him so much thought.

The shirt was more translucent than white, and he hastily tied a black tie to cover up the issue.

What made him even more embarrassed was that there was a red rope that was neither thick nor thin, going around his shoulders, crossing in front of his chest and going around his back, tightly holding his shirt. Shen Weicang could even see his chest muscles being held by the red rope.

His lower body was so tight that people dared not look directly at it. The black tight shorts highlighted the muscles of his thighs, making his already fair skin look even more attractive.

No wonder he just said that others are not qualified to watch even if they want to. If others saw Fu Yancang like this, he would probably dare to chop people with a knife.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Fu Yancang felt a little uneasy. Would Cangcang think that he was too...?

He nodded and asked tentatively: "Cang Cang, don't you like it?"

Shen Weicang suddenly rushed over: "Yan Cang, how did you think of wearing it like this? It's really..."

It's really tempting.

Her hands involuntarily touched his chest muscles through his shirt, and she deliberately pulled the red rope on his chest. This man was quite strong and tied himself up tightly.

Fu Yancang felt relieved and hugged her tightly with his strong arms: "As long as you like it."

"If you like, do you want to stay in my room and sleep?" Fu Yancang coaxed, "I won't walk out of the room wearing this. Stay in my room and you can look at it however you want."

Shen Weicang didn't hear what he said at all, and he clenched his hands: "Okay."