Mr.Ji, welcome!

"Hey, is something wrong over there?"

"Isn't this Zhou Qingya, the famous girl? Quick, mobile phone! "

The people next to him were whispering. Zhou Qingya was very upset, but looking at Ni Lizhu like this, he could only bear his anger. "Mom, I apologized. Let's go back."

Ni Lizhu said with a calm face, "how much wrong have you done? You still don't know to admit your mistake. Your grandfather punished you for confinement. You keep saying that you know wrong. So this is what you call knowing?"

Zhou Qingya doesn't like losing face in front of Ni Lihuan, and she doesn't like Ni Lizhu talking about these, "Mom, what do you say!"

"Serve tea and apologize!" Ni Lizhu said calmly, "it's another matter that Miss Fu didn't forgive you. Your attitude is correct for me!"

The people nearby are watching the joke here. If she brings tea and apologizes, it will be a stain on her all her life!

Zhou Qingya was forced to fill a cup of tea in her hand and stared at the calm joy in front of her.

Suddenly, her eyes were cold, her hands were carrying tea, but she had a malicious smile on her face, "Miss Fu, I'm really sorry. I did something wrong before. You... Alas."

Zhou Qingya pretended to slip on the soles of her feet, and the tea in her hands was about to spill over towards Huan.

Fu Qinghuan knew from the change in the other party's eyes that she was going to do something. When the other party just made an action, Fu Qinghuan directly got up. In the eyes of outsiders, she was just reaching for tea.

But Zhou Qingya found that half of her left arm suddenly numb. A cup of hot tea suddenly couldn't grasp it and fell directly on the back of her hand. In pain, she quickly waved the tea cup, but accidentally hit the remaining tea on Ni Lizhu's shoulder.

"Damn you..."

He noticed that the people next to him were looking at this side. Zhou Qingya could only lower her inner curse. Half of her palm was red and hurt badly.

She walked away with her bag. She didn't care. Sitting on one side, she was also burned to Ni Lizhu.

"Mrs. Ni, take off your clothes and I'll take you to clean it up."

Ni Lizhu frowned slightly because of pain, "trouble."

Although she didn't show it on her face, her heart sank. Zhou Qingya seemed to intend to pour the cup of tea on her. How could she be so cruel with such hot tea?

As her mother, Ni Lizhu knows what Zhou Qingya is thinking.

And the tea fell on Ni Lizhu's shoulder, but Zhou Qingya turned a blind eye.

The two men came to the bathroom. Ni Lizhu took off her coat and looked at each other's shirt. She couldn't help but continue, "Mrs. Ni, take off your shirt and dry it first, as well as the position of your shoulder. Let me help you."

At present, there is no one in the bathroom. When Xiaohuan just came in, she locked the door. Ni Lizhu simply took off her shirt and wore a low collar insulation jacket inside.

Fu Qinghuan took a paper towel, opened each other's long hair, and gently wiped the tea stains on her shoulder. Fortunately, the scald was not very serious, but it was slightly red. It was not expensive, but Fu Qinghuan's eyes fell on the birthmark on her shoulder!

As like as two peas!

She quietly took the shirt to the dryer and baked it. She said, "Mrs. Ni, when I just wiped the water stains for you, I found a birthmark on your shoulder. This is the first time I've seen someone's birthmark. It's actually in the shape of plum blossom."

Ni Lizhu's impression of Qinghuan was not bad. After listening to it, she explained, "this birthmark is also strange. My mother also has it, but my sister has no birthmark, but it is inherited from me. According to my mother, it seems that my former aunt had this birthmark. Tell me, how can there be a birthmark and it's hereditary? "