shock!The big guy took the miniature version of Master Fu on a blind date again

Chapter 86 The elegant person is profound, the scenery of the clear breeze
The conversation fell into silence, and Fu Junyu looked at Song Nian vaguely.

As for Song Nian, he slightly raised his eyebrows and smiled charmingly.

Under the gaze of Fu Junyu's cool fox eyes, Song Nian's dazzlingly white hands applauded lightly, "Master Fu really knows how to guess. I am really impressed by your imagination and brain power."

"Stop pretending." Fu Junyu said bluntly, with a cold voice: "Who asked you to come?"

"No one asked me to come." Putting down his hand, Song Nian looked at Fu Junyu meaningfully, and said each word very slowly: "I said, my goal is you, Mr. Fu."

Only by getting Fu Junyu settled can the difficulty of fighting for the custody of his son be reduced.

She didn't lie to Fu Junyu, although her real purpose was indeed for her son.

But Fu Junyu, the stumbling blocker, and the Fu family behind him are also one of her goals.

Song Nian's eyes were very sincere, without any falsehood or deceit, "If Mr. Fu doesn't believe it, let time prove it."

When time proves everything, she must also get custody of her son.

Fortunately, Fu Junyu didn't discover Suisui's secret!
Fu Junyu stared straight at Song Nian, and rationally told him that this woman was lying, but he said, "I am your target, so you want something from me. Tell me, and I'll give it to you."

Song Nian's red lips curled up, and he smiled coquettishly: "Mr. Fu, I like the process of conquest, but I don't like getting it at your fingertips. The sense of conquest will make me care about what I get, but I don't bother to look at what is at your fingertips."

"So..." Song Nian twisted her slender waist and slowly walked towards the room. She looked sideways at Fu Junyu: "Instead of being curious, why not enjoy the process of conquering and being conquered."

"Let's see if I win or Mr. Fu wins!"

Song Nian was gone on the balcony next door, but Fu Junyu could still smell the fragrance wafting over.

The fragrance lingered around him for a long time, and Fu Junyu lowered his head and lowered his eyes playfully, and then left the balcony.

Song Nian returned to the room, went to the sofa and sat down.

I squeezed my hair and picked up the phone on the table to watch the message, there was a missed video.

Without any hesitation or hesitation, Song Nian called back the video.

The other side was quickly connected, and the person who greeted my eyes was an elegant and profound man. He was wearing a white coat and sitting in a shabby tent, and his expression showed fatigue visible to the naked eye.

Even so, it is still difficult to hide the picturesque beauty between the eyebrows and eyes.

"Nian Nian." The man opened his lips and called out, his voice was elegant and charming from the bottom of his bones, it was hard not to be engrossed in this voice.

Song Nian looked at the man in the video, and whispered softly, "Ah Jing."

The man's name is Jingjing, he is a doctor who has been working in war-torn countries to save lives and heal the wounded, and is a good friend of Song Nian.

Jingjing rubbed his tired browbones with rounded and neatly trimmed nails. When he put down his hands, his warm and elegant eyes looked at Song Nian at the other end of the video gently, "You look good. It seems that China's water and soil support people."

"The signal here is not good, and I only have a little signal today. I took the liberty to call you a video, didn't I bother you? Back in Huaxia, are you still used to everything?"

Along with the words of the scenery, there was also the sound of explosions from outside the tent.

After the explosion ended, a group of foreign faces in military uniforms rushed in.

Jingjing glanced at the phone apologetically, and hung up the video before Song Nian could speak.

Song Nian's words were kept silent, she looked at the phone screen and whispered: "I never bothered, I'm still used to it."

"Ah Jing, in a foreign country, where wars are raging, take good care of yourself."

(End of this chapter)