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

chapter 88
Next room.

Wan Heng came uninvited and rang the doorbell.

After the door opened, he stepped into the house.

As soon as he entered the room, there was the familiar Peking Opera singing, and Wan Heng's ears could already hear cocoons.

The door was opened by Xu Te's assistant, while Fu Junyu was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a book.

Wan Heng glanced at the book Fu Junyu was reading, books related to Peking Opera, he was really a theater idiot.

Walking over to sit down, a white suit made Wan Heng's elegant and elegant body even more intense.

Fu Junyu didn't look at the person, and moved his fingers to turn the pages of the book, feeling lazy, "What are you here for?"

Upon hearing this voice, Wan Heng is not welcome.

Wan Heng's heart was bleeding. Although he was rejected, he still explained the purpose of the trip: "My sister gave me two tickets to go to the Grand Theater to watch a music performance. I can't find a partner, so I came to ask you together?"

Before Fu Junyu could refuse, Wan Heng had already placed Fu Junyu's ticket on the table in front of him, "This is the first performance of your mother An'an's mother. If you father and son don't support the show, it's hard to justify it."

These words had an effect, Fu Junyu gave Wan Heng a stingy look from the book, "Song Wanwan..."

"Hmm, what's the matter?" Wan Heng picked up the tea brought by Special Assistant Zhou and drank it, as if thinking of something, he looked at Fu Junyu: "Did you attend TQ's show in the morning?"

Seeing Fu Junyu's cold face, with a cold and reserved look that no one should enter, Wan Heng shuddered.

Silently took a sip of tea, but still couldn't hold back and said: "To be honest, it's a pity you didn't go, but it's so wonderful."

"Your future mother-in-law and that future little wife are really unqualified. They have no image of making a scene in the Queen's territory, but they have completely embarrassed the Song family. In the end, they lost Queen 30 million. You spread this Kind of a mother-in-law and a young wife, it's really bad luck for eight lifetimes. By the way..."

Wan Heng put down the tea and pointed at Fu Junyu: "That Anna is the Queen."

Wan Heng talked excitedly, regardless of the unusual relationship between the person he was talking about and the person in front of him.

Hearing Wan Heng's voice, Fu Junyu felt noisy, "Since when are you interested in catwalks?"

"Harmful." Wan Heng was asked, with a look of bad luck, "It's not my elder sister, she accepted the invitation letter from TQ Company, but there is an international conference at the moment and she can't come out. She can't refute TQ Company's For the sake of saving face, let me attend on your behalf."

Scratching her hair, Wan Heng looked at Fu Junyu: "Do you want to watch the music performance?"

"If you don't want to read it, I'll invite the Queen next door." Saying that, Wan Heng stretched out his hand to take away the ticket that was placed in front of Fu Junyu.

"Who says I won't go?" The book in Fu Junyu's hand was pressed on the ticket, and those puzzling fox eyes stared at Wan Heng, "Hand over the other one."

Wan Heng subconsciously covered her suit pocket, and looked at Fu Junyu with a defensive face: "Don't think about it."

"You don't want to send the Queen to invite her to join you and leave me behind?"

Fu Junyu gave Wan Heng a clever look and then ignored him, picked up the book and continued reading.

The corners of Wan Heng's mouth twitched, with a look of disdain on his elegant and dignified face: "You don't need to send it, she has it too."

Without waiting for Fu Junyu to ask, Wan Heng confided everything: "The person who gave my sister the ticket to the Queen show was Shang Yuyu, and my sister returned two tickets to her. Shang Yuyu and Queen are good friends, and they probably have a relationship." Got an appointment."

Implicit:

You have to come with me!
Fu Junyu, who was reading a book, focused his eyes on the exquisite Peking opera costume, and his long eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a shadow under the prosperous beauty.

"What time is it?"

"Seven thirty in the evening."

(End of this chapter)