Fu Xiaoxiao actually likes this kind of market life. She enjoys it all. It is always soft and quiet, listening to the family routine of uncle and aunt. Sometimes it is appropriate to insert two words.

Her performance was very quiet, which just hit the hearts of those aunts and uncles. Fu Xiaoxiao has lived here for a long time, and the community is not big, so gradually everyone is familiar with each other.

Later, some parents joked that they would pay small introducers. Their sons and grandchildren were all good candidates. Obviously, it's just a joke, but several uncles and aunts always argue about whether your son is better or my grandson is better.

Every time Fu Xiaoxiao meets such a passive blind date, he also knows that uncle and aunt have no bad intention, so he is silent with a smile. The upbringing in her bones makes her respect her elders very much. Why not be happy if silence can make them feel happy?

Cheng shaozhao's car is parked under the camphor tree downstairs of the community. Many leaves have fallen because of the strong wind and heavy rain. After all, there are many hundred year old trees. At a glance, the trees are still lush and beautiful.

Seeing downstairs, Fu Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the torture journey could finally end.

She untied her seat belt and was about to take off her coat and return it to Cheng shaozhao, but she was held down by Cheng shaozhao.

He frowned and asked himself sternly, "do you want to go in like this?"

Being depressed by Cheng shaozhao's inexplicable words, Fu Xiaoxiao looked down at his chest. The wet skirt has just been stuffy and half dry, and now it is not very transparent.

It's not a big deal that only looms. It's just a few stairs to go home from the downstairs of the community. I really don't need this coat.

Fu Xiaoxiao had some doubts. She pursed her mouth and asked carefully, "why, can't you?"

At the thought that she would go out in the sexy state just now, she asked herself innocently and blankly what was the matter. Cheng shaozhao's heart inevitably filled with bursts of irritability, which made Cheng shaozhao a little upset.

She dared to ask herself how to get out of this picture? Does she still want to be seen by other men? Cheng shaozhao felt that he couldn't think about it. When he thought about it, his anger couldn't stop.

"No," he said dully

Fu Xiaoxiao was overwhelmed by Cheng shaozhao's attitude. She was stunned and didn't know what Cheng shaozhao meant. Before he could speak again, Cheng shaozhao was already bored.

"Why do you give me back my dirty clothes?" Cheng shaozhao added, seemingly to cover up his strange behavior.

Fu Xiaoxiao suddenly realized that he knew what Cheng shaozhao meant. She said, the president is such a serious cleanliness addict, how can someone else wear a coat.

This is simple. If you understand the president's intention, it's easy to deal with it. She looked down at her suit. Sure enough, she was not in a hurry to take it off, but nodded cheerfully.

"I didn't think it through. The president waited for me to wash the clothes and send them to you." Fu Xiaoxiao stopped taking off his clothes and sat upright. Shaozhao sipped his mouth and smiled softly.

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