The host is charming and charming

Chapter 60 Black-bellied Boss Fu's Cultivated Girlfriend (19)

"Ding~ding~ding~"

Fu Qijun, who was loading dishes, was about to go to open the door, but the figure in the sofa limped over first, "Young uncle doesn't come, I'll just go."

Fu Qijun looked at her ankle, which was fixed by plaster, and just wanted to remind her that she had already reached the door.

He shook his head helplessly, and simply continued with the work at hand.

"Come on!"

Zhaoge opened the door, and outside the door, Jiang Qiqi, who was dressed in white and hot pants, took off her sunglasses, glanced into the room, and looked at Zhaoge, who had a new injury in front of her eyes, from beginning to end.

She clicked her tongue twice, and slid the half-person-high suitcase in her hand, "Sure, I'll live here, and it won't be a waste of the good things I prepared for you."

Zhaoge took the box and was taken aback, "What good thing?"

Jiang Qiqi coughed lightly, glanced at the suitcase, and said meaningfully: "You will know when the time comes."

Why does this suitcase feel hot to the touch all of a sudden?

"By the way, this is for you."

She handed the red wine in her hand to Zhaoge, "Xiao Zhaoge, this is the time for you to do something big."

Zhao Ge took the wine, her beautiful eyes twinkled slightly, but she said: "Excuse me, what if I don't prepare a thank you gift.

Good Qiqi, thank you for your hard work, the little uncle cooks himself, let's stay and have dinner together. "

"Cooking yourself?"

Jiang Qiqi was a little surprised, and couldn't help looking into the room.

She thought that Mr. Fu, who is all-powerful, kept a respectful distance from the kitchen and knew nothing about it.

Sure enough, a good man is excellent in every aspect.

She looked at Zhaoge with a bit of teasing in her eyes, and pushed him in, "No, I don't want to be a light bulb. Sister, I have an appointment at night, you should enjoy the love that Mr. Fu gave you."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhaoge wanted to cover Jiang Qiqi's mouth in embarrassment, but Jiang Qiqi stepped back nimbly and said loudly: "Mr. Fu, I'm leaving first, you have to take good care of us Zhaoge."

"Kiki!"

Fu Qijun approached from behind, he glanced at the shadow of Jiang Qiqi's car fading away, and asked, "Isn't your friend staying for dinner?"

"No, she has something else to do."

Fu Qijun nodded, "Give me the suitcase, and I'll help you move it into the house. The meal is ready, you eat first, don't wait for me."

His eyes fell on Zhao Singer's middle gift box, and he was a little puzzled.

"This is?"

Zhaoge smiled mischievously, "This is a gift for my little uncle."

After eating, Zhaoge drank the wine and took Fu Qijun to watch a movie together.

The two sat on the fluffy carpet, the red wine exuded a strong aroma, and there was a faint sweet smell in the air.

Zhaoge handed one of the glasses to Fu Qijun, "Little uncle, thank you for taking me in again, this bottle of wine is just a thank you gift, how about a drink?"

Fu Qijun bent one leg and rested his hands lazily on it.

The dim light should set off his handsome and unrestrained style, and the ordinary house clothes look good on him.

He raised his hand to take the wine glass, and took advantage of the opportunity to replace the mango juice on the side with the glass of wine that belonged to Zhao Ge, "You should drink less now."

Seeing his overly serious expression, Zhaoge took the juice dumbfounded, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Seeing Fu Qijun drink the wine in the glass, Zhaoge poured him another glass with no expression on his face.

This wine smells sweet and has a lot of stamina.

She didn't have much impression of what the movie said, but only knew that Fu Qijun next to him was three points drunk.

Even when he was drunk, he belonged to the category of being calm and self-sustaining, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Zhaoge propped his chin, stretched out his hand and waved in front of his eyes, then picked up the wine bottle and looked at it for a moment.

This wine is so powerful, did he just fall asleep?

She put down the wine bottle gently, and quietly approached Fu Qijun.

Zhaoge put her hands on Fu Qijun's narrow waist, and she looked down at him without pressing down on Fu Qijun, looking at him closely.

His gaze went all the way down from the high bridge of the nose to his thin lips.

With a slight movement in her mind, she kissed him in a strange way.

(End of this chapter)