Hidden marriage sweet wife is so wild and overwhelming

Song Rao: "take photos and send a circle of friends to record life."

The four words of recording life fall in Fu Sicheng's ears, which is pleasant and comfortable. He has a feeling that he is already famous and has a share.

Song Rao thought of something and quickly said, "don't worry, if I don't shoot you, my colleagues in the company will block it."

You don't have to think about it. It's not easy to publicize the dark relationship between the two. Of course, song Rao won't ask for trouble.

Fu Sicheng's smile was slightly stiff. His thin lips moved, as if he had something to say, but he finally held back and comforted himself that he couldn't hurry.

Distracted, song Rao moved the noodles back in front of him and handed him disposable chopsticks: "OK, have a taste."

Without speaking, Fu Sicheng took the chopsticks and began to eat.

"How's it going?" Song Rao waited eagerly for his reaction.

"It's not as delicious as you made." Fu Sicheng said directly.

"I'll make you tomato and egg noodles next time."

Fu Sicheng's mood improved again.

The two happily ate noodles, but Gu Yang, not far away, was so jealous that he wanted to rush over and smash the stall! He used to accompany song Rao to do these things, but now he has become a follower, doing this kind of abnormal surveillance.

But he was afraid that song Rao would be angry.

After eating noodles, song Rao took Fu Sicheng around, bought Kanto cooking, bought cotton candy, and took Fu Sicheng to drill into the crowd. Unconsciously, song Rao's hand was tightly held by Fu Sicheng.

They are no different from other dating couples.

Fu Sicheng's eyes were on Song Rao from beginning to end. Such a beautiful song Rao made him feel unreal.

Suddenly, song Rao stopped and looked at the front.

Fu Chengshun followed her eyes and saw a stall full of plush dolls. A sign said that there was no mistake in writing from one to six hundred, and he took away a toy at will.

Fu Sicheng asked her, "what are you looking at?"

Song Rao turned to look at him with a bright smile: "can you write one for me?"

Fu Sicheng looked at the stall again. Song Rao took him to the stall and asked him to sit down on a low stool. Then he took out his mobile phone and paid 20 yuan.

She squatted down next to Fu Sicheng's long leg and pointed to a yellow Pikachu: "I want that."

Fu Sicheng looked at the Yellow plush toy and whispered to song Rao squatting on his leg, "wait." he picked up the pencil on the table and wrote on the paper with his head down.

"Don't think it's easy. The stall owner has 600 chances to win us. My brother wrote it ten times last time."

That time, Gu Yang's hands were sour. Every time he was about to succeed, he made mistakes ten times. The last time finally succeeded. He was as proud as a winner and let song Rao choose which one he liked.

Later, Gu Yang saw this stall again, pulled her away and said that if he wanted to write again, his name would be written upside down.

Song Rao squatted beside Fu Sicheng's leg and watched him write. He wrote steadily and quickly. His handwriting was neat and beautiful. She wrote quickly. She didn't worry about making mistakes at all. She was very determined.

Six hundred numbers were written in seven or eight minutes, and half of them were still writing next door.

"So powerful." Song Rao exclaimed.

After checking, the stall owner confirmed that there was nothing wrong and asked song Rao to choose a doll. Fu Chengchang pointed to the Yellow Pikachu: "want that."

The stall owner gave Pikachu to song Rao.

Fu Sicheng picked her up. Song Rao, who was still holding snacks in his opponent, said, "I'll take it for you and you can eat."

They strolled from the street to the end of the street and back again. Song Rao bought a pile of interesting gadgets she didn't need. Fu Sicheng took them for her. It was almost half past ten before they got on the bus and left.

On the way back, black Maybach didn't follow.