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"Is this suit suitable?" Fu Ying stood in front of the mirror and turned to look at Zhong Qiu, raised her arms and said, "It seems a bit big."

Zhong Qiu held his shoulder and pressed it, sighed and said, "It's better to say that you've lost weight than that your clothes are getting bigger."

"Maybe, the last time I wore this suit, it was just the right size." Fu Ying patted the mirror, sighed and said, "But I only have this suit, if it doesn't work, I can only wear a T-shirt." T-shirt and jeans."

Zhong Qiu raised his eyebrows: "You can wear whatever you want in my place, no one dares to say anything."

"That's not suitable." Fu Ying picked up two ties and compared them around her neck, but couldn't tell which one was better.

Zhong Qiu saw that he hadn't made up his mind after gesticulating twice, so he reached out and pulled the wine red tie from Fu Ying's right hand, and said in a low voice, "This color is good, it complements your white skin."

Fu Ying nodded: "Then wear this one."

He turned around and wanted to take the tie back, but Zhong Qiu held down his shoulders and did not move. He hung the tie around Fu Ying's neck with his own hands and tied it for him.

Looking in the mirror, Zhong Qiu hugged Fu Ying in his arms from behind, his slender fingers shuttled between the wine red tie, and his fingertips brushed across the chin and neck of the person in his arms, whether it was intentional or careless.

Fu Ying turned her head to the side to avoid the breath spraying on her ears. He stared at the floor on one side and clenched his fists, reminding in a low voice, "Don't blow into my ears?"

"En? Tickle?" Zhong Qiu paused his tie-tied hand, suddenly lowered his head, saw the goosebumps on Fu Ying's neck, smiled, and deliberately blew into Fu Ying's ear.

Fu Ying pushed him away, covered her ears and glared at him: "What are you doing?"

"Why such a big reaction?" Zhong Qiu laughed, grabbed Fu Ying who kept dodging and pulled her back to the mirror, and adjusted the tie on his chest.

He looked at the little neighbor in the mirror who pursed his lips and looked displeased, and asked amusedly, "How come you blushed after just taking a breath?"

Fu Ying glanced at him and said nothing.

The little neighbor is also very tempered, do you know that you have to have a better attitude to please yourself in order to have a better life?

Zhong Qiu comforted him while thinking, and waited until Fu Ying finally looked him in the right eye, then took the suit and led the people out.

Before going out, Fu Ying stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Qiu looked back at him.

Fu Ying smiled: "I think I still haven't said anything today." He took out a small box from his pocket and handed it to Zhong Qiu: "Happy birthday, a little gift."

Zhong Qiu was taken aback, looked at the gift box and then at Fu Ying, and didn't speak for a while.

"What's the matter? Don't like it?" Fu Ying raised her eyebrows and asked.

Zhong Qiu took the box: "How is it possible, I'm so happy that I don't know what to say."

There was a small collar clip in the box, Zhong Qiu took it out to have a look, then put it back in the box.Using the money I gave to buy myself a birthday present, does my little neighbor count as borrowing flowers to present Buddha?

He thought, but couldn't help but smile on his face.

Still have a little conscience, know to prepare a gift for me.

Zhong Qiu put the gift in his pocket, took Fu Ying out of the door, and rarely said sincerely: "I like the gift very much, thank you."

The two of them went out, and as soon as they got into the car, Zhong Qiu's cell phone rang. Fu Ying took a look and found that it was Cui Yuean's call. She thought Zhong Qiu would answer it, but he hung up and sent a text message Started the car in the past.

Master Zhong's car was a little fast today, Fu Ying sat in the co-pilot and couldn't help but ask, "Are you in a hurry?"

"A little bit, but I'm not in a hurry." Zhong Qiu laughed: "It's interesting to see you trying on clothes, hesitant and entangled, so I didn't rush you."

Fu Ying turned to look at him: "I was in a dilemma. I didn't know what to wear. I always felt that my suit was too cheap, and it seemed a bit inappropriate for your family's banquet. But other than these, I only have T-shirts and clothes. Jeans, it seems even more out of place than that suit."

"What are you thinking about so much, how come you feel comfortable." Zhong Qiu smiled at him: "Don't you think I'm not wearing a tie?"

Fu Ying held her face and looked out the window: "That's because you are good-looking, so you look good no matter what you wear."

Zhong Qiu paused and smiled: "Are you complimenting my good looks?"

"Of course." Looking at his reflection on the window, Fu Ying pursed her lips and smiled: "It's not a compliment, after all, it's an objective fact that you look good, and I'm just stating the fact."

Zhong Qiu raised his brows: "Then I'll accept it as a compliment. You are also good-looking, especially when you smile, you have two dimples. If you smile more on weekdays, no one will dislike you."

"Is this a courtesy?"

Fu Ying turned to look at Zhong Qiu, it happened to be a red light at the intersection, Zhong Qiu stopped the car and turned to look at him.

It happened that two dimples appeared because of the little neighbor's smile, and the evening dusk blended with the neon lights of the intersection to paint his background. At this moment, Zhong Qiu suddenly lost his mind.

He blinked his eyes and looked forward quickly, and said with a joke: "Okay, once I said you look good when you smile, you deliberately smiled at me, right?"

"No one will hear others boasting that they don't laugh, right?" Fu Ying looked at the brilliant dusk outside, listened to the Canon in the car stereo, and said softly, "It's really comfortable to drive in the evening."

Zhong Qiu nodded: "In the future, if I have the opportunity to take you to the suburbs, the scenery will be even better."

Fu Ying was taken aback, and although she nodded, she was thinking in her heart that after these things were over, where would she and Zhong Qiu get the chance to sit together calmly again?

The car drove quickly all the way to Zhong's old house, the surrounding neon lights faded, the forests replaced the tall buildings, but the entrance of the old house was full of luxury cars, which was the only bustle in this quiet place.

Zhong Qiu got off the car, and Fu Ying followed behind, seeing him greet people on the road.

Every servant of the Zhong family smiled when they saw him, and said happy birthday to the young master.

Master Zhong nodded and responded one by one, leading Fu Ying into the hall, and walked towards Feng Qing who was drinking in the corner.

"It's so early?" Zhong Qiu patted him on the shoulder, and saw the dark green patterned tie on his neck whistled: "Today's tie is very bright, I've never seen you wear it before."

"It was a gift from someone else." Feng Qing coughed lightly, "It just matched her skirt."

she?

Fu Ying and Zhong Qiu looked at each other, and Zhong Qiu asked, "Didn't you come alone this year?"

Feng Qing held the wine and sneered: "You are not here alone, why can't I come with two people?"

"Can Fu Ying and I be in the same situation as you?" Zhong Qiu paused before continuing to ask: "The one on the last blind date? You seem to like it very much, otherwise you wouldn't have brought it."

Feng Qing shook his head: "This is my mother's order, I don't feel it at all, and I think people are not interested in me, I guess after going back tonight, the two of us can say goodbye."

Fu Ying smiled slightly: "There's no need to say that, maybe the two of you get along for a while longer..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a woman wearing an evening dress of the same color as Feng Qing's tie, walking towards her, with big wavy curly hair hanging down her face, half concealing a mole at the corner of her eye, her lips were painted bright red but out of style, who would have thought that I have to praise a beautiful woman.

Except Fu Ying.

He looked at the charming woman walking in front of him, and cursed fiercely in his heart, who the hell is Chang Er who is not an upgraded version of women's clothing?Although he was made up so much that his mother didn't recognize him, and his bones shrank so much that he was a size smaller, Fu Ying would never forget this fake face that Chang Er labeled as the cold-eyed and noble first lady.

"Your friend is here?" Women's dress Chang Er walked up to Feng Qing, smiled at Fu Ying and Zhong Qiu, adjusted the position of the bracelet on her hand, then turned to look at Feng Qing and asked, "Did I interrupt your chat?" ?”

Zhong Qiu: "Of course not, it should be said that the two of us disturbed you."

Feng Qing coughed lightly: "Let me introduce, this is Zhong Qiu, today is his birthday party, and the one next to him is Mr. Fu Yingfu. This is Miss Xu Shuangqing."

"Hello, Miss Xu." Zhong Qiu stretched out his hand, and the two shook hands briefly. Chang Er turned her head to look at Fu Ying and raised her eyebrows and asked, "Why does Mr. Fu keep staring at me?"

Fu Ying immediately came back to her senses, blushed and waved her hands and said, "No, I'm just..." He paused a bit embarrassed and said, "Miss Xu is very beautiful."

"Thank you for the compliment." Chang Er raised her eyebrows, showing no hint of modesty.

Seeing that Fu Ying was getting more and more embarrassed, Zhong Qiu immediately stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around his shoulders and said, "Then you two have fun, Fu Ying and I will go upstairs and sit for a while, and I will come down after the official start."

Feng Qing nodded: "Go and rest for a while, I don't think Zhong Xu and your father have come over yet, Uncle Zhao and the others have arranged for them, Yue'an and I will keep an eye on it, don't worry."

Zhong Qiu nodded: "Okay, then treat Miss Xu well, don't be too polite, treat this place like your own home."

Fu Ying only had time to smile at Feng Qing, and was carried upstairs by Zhong Qiu. He staggered and almost fell, and said quickly: "Slow down, I can't walk too fast yet."

"Then do you want me to hug you?" Zhong Qiu stopped and raised his eyebrows at him: "Why can't a girl who is so good-looking once you see her walk away?"

Fu Ying: ...

Although, good-looking is good-looking, but that has nothing to do with the word girl.

Fu Ying looked at him: "Don't you think he's pretty?"

"The makeup is too heavy, and I don't know what it looks like after washing my face. If you want me to say, you look better, a beauty without makeup, but you look even better without glasses." Zhong Qiu said, reaching out and lifting Fu Ying's black-rimmed glasses Frame: "Why don't you wear contact lenses today?"

Fu Ying: "My eyes are a little allergic, and it's uncomfortable to wear contact lenses."

"Then don't wear it anymore." Zhong Qiu said as he pushed open the door in front of him, stretched out his hand and introduced, "This is my room."

Fu Ying stood at the door and looked in. Facing the door was a photo from some years ago.In the photo, there is a beautiful woman in a cheongsam, and a boy with a bad face is standing beside her.

The boy looked like Zhong Qiu at first glance, as for this woman...

"This is your mother?" Fu Ying looked at the photo and then at Zhong Qiu, and praised sincerely: "Auntie is very beautiful, you two look alike."

Zhong Qiu rubbed his face and smiled: "They all say I look like her."

He took Fu Ying and sat down on a chair beside him, and soon a middle-aged man in a butler uniform came in with tea: "Master, what you asked me to prepare."

"It's fine to let someone else deliver it. Uncle Zhao, why did you bring it up yourself?" Zhong Qiu got up and took the teapot on the table with his own hands, and introduced to Fu Ying: "This is Uncle Zhao, who has been here since I was a child The Zhong family is gone."

"This is the first time the young master has brought his friends back. I was a little curious, so I helped Sister Yan deliver tea." Uncle Zhao smiled at Fu Ying: "Hi, I am the butler of the Zhong family."

"Hello." Fu Ying stood up and smiled at him: "I'm here to bother you this time."

Zhong Qiu laughed, and said to Uncle Zhao: "He doesn't know anyone except Yue'an and Feng Qing, and he will rest upstairs for a while, and you can bring some food up, and bring some from the kitchen. He chooses."

"It doesn't need to be too much, I'll just eat whatever I want, don't bother." Fu Ying said quickly.

Uncle Zhao smiled: "You are the young master's friend, it is right to treat you well, others are troublesome." He said softly to Zhong Qiu after speaking: "Young master, the master and Mr. Zhong have arrived, you should come down upstairs."

Zhong Qiu glanced at the time, nodded and said, "I see, you should go down and do your work first."

Waiting for Uncle Zhao to leave, Zhong Qiu straightened his hair and clothes in front of the mirror, helped Fu Ying turn on the tablet and TV, and then went downstairs to meet the guests.

As soon as Cui Yue'an saw him going downstairs, she immediately went up to meet him. The two of them briefly hugged each other, and Dr. Cui said happy birthday to his cousin.

"I see a beautiful woman standing beside Feng Qing, has he finally got a girlfriend?" Cui Yue'an smiled.

Zhong Qiu shrugged: "The blind date, he said he didn't mean that. I think that woman has a bit of a strong personality, and she is indeed not the type he likes."

"But he's really pretty." Cui Yue'an glanced upstairs: "He's resting upstairs? Don't let him come down?"

Zhong Qiu shook his head: "It's not time for him to appear on stage, so don't worry. Where is Zhong Xu? Where is it?"

"I'm meeting guests with your father there. He prepared something for your wine today. Be careful not to drink it then." Cui Yue'an said in a low voice.

Zhong Qiu frowned: "What have you prepared?"

Cui Yue'an took out a transparent bag containing pills from his pocket and stuffed it into Zhong Qiu's hand, and said softly: "Something that makes people feel warm, this is the same style."

Zhong Qiu put the bag in his pocket and smiled slightly: "Thank you, I will watch the performance later."