sweet strawberry love

Chapter 772 Is the golden house hidden?
Ding Li'er didn't expect Fu Chen to pay attention to her, after thanking her, she was ready to turn around and leave.

"and many more."

Fu Chen turned his head slowly, he looked at Ding Lier's suspicious little face, he spoke very slowly, he paused every word, and pronounced clearly.

"Ding Li'er, for the sake of saving my mother, let me advise you, don't think about things that don't belong to you, understand?"

On the bridge of Fu Chen's straight nose was a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, the lenses were somewhat reflective, Ding Li'er couldn't see his long and narrow eyes clearly, but she knew that he was staring at her.

That gaze made one's heart chill, even the soles of his feet were cold.

"I do not know what you're talking about."

Ding Li'er grabbed the bag in her hand, pretended to be calm and said this sentence, then turned and ran away.

In the dark night, the girl's figure fled with a guilty conscience.

Fu Chen narrowed his eyes, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.

The driver closed the back seat door and got into the driver's seat, "Master, shall we go home?"

"Back to..."

Before he could say the word family, the cell phone in Fu Chen's pocket rang.

He took out his mobile phone to answer a call, and after hanging up, he said, "Go to the night."

The silver-gray luxury car sped along the road like a phantom, and stopped at the gate of the night.

Fu Chen pushed open the door of the box, and the deafening music inside immediately entered the eardrums.

Seeing Fu Chen, Jian Ren dropped the microphone and ran over to beat him on the chest, "Why are you so slow, even slower than Ouyang Che."

In the past, every time there was a party called Ouyang Che, he was always the last one to come.

In his words, the little girlfriend at home is unhappy and needs to be coaxed.

Every time I am late, I always make this excuse, for fear that others will not know that he has a precious girlfriend at home.

Jian Ren squinted his eyes, "Could it be that you are also a treasure in the golden house?"

Fu Chen and Ouyang Che are the same kind.

In the hearts of these two people, clothes are more important than siblings.

Fu Chen looked at him, and raised his thin lips, "If I had hidden myself in the golden house at home, I wouldn't have come tonight at all."

"..."

This man has vividly interpreted the four-character idiom of emphasizing sex over friends.

Jian Ren clutched his chest, with a "heartbroken" grief-stricken look, "No more love."

Fu Chen didn't bother to pay attention to this actor, raised his hand and pushed him away into the box.

The lights in the box were dim, and the atmosphere was ambiguous.

This gathering is a brother in the circle's birthday, so he came here specially to celebrate.

Fu Chen's gaze fell on the figure in the farthest corner, and he walked over.

He casually took a glass of red wine from the table, and then sat beside Ouyang Che.

Ouyang Che was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, his coat was draped over the armrest of the sofa, his slender and tall body sank into the sofa seat, his two proud long legs gracefully overlapped, he held a goblet lightly in his hand Slightly shaking, the scarlet liquid swirls along the wall of the cup.

Qing Juan's black eyes were blurred, and he didn't know what he was looking at in a daze.

Fu Chen bumped him with the elbow holding the wine glass, "Why aren't you at home today with your little girlfriend?" Fu Chen raised his eyebrows, "Haven't you reconciled yet?"

He knew about the cold war between the two.

Ouyang Che didn't explain, and he pushed the collar of his shirt with his big hands to show him.

Fu Chen took a look, and there was a small strawberry sucked out by the side of Ouyang Che's neck.

Someone raised an eyebrow, "Did you say you're reconciled?"

(End of this chapter)