President's Private Spoil Rule

Fu Qingyu stared at the couple who suddenly quarreled in front of her and hesitated whether to tell the girl that she was not her boyfriend. Just as she was stunned, Bai Xiaolong stood up and whispered in her ear, "go quickly."

"Oh, good."

Fu Qingyu regained consciousness and subconsciously touched his ear when he entered the test room. Just now, white Bruce Lee seemed to lick her ear.

But then he sat down as if nothing had happened. It was a public place again, and she couldn't argue about it. What's more, the moment was too fast, maybe... She was too worried.

When Fu Qingyu came out wearing a low cut suspender skirt, Bai Xiaolong was shocked by the full sense of girls.

The white suspender dress, just to the knee, with snow-white straight legs exposed outside, simple canvas shoes, a white vest at the bottom, revealing a small and exquisite chest line, coupled with her clean and stubborn appearance, is just like a little girl in the art college with gentle appearance and wild heart, very interesting soul.

White Bruce Lee's hand on his leg suddenly shook his fist. Such a person in front of him should have belonged to him. No, in the future, it will also belong to him. Is Zuo Shaoqing not here?

Zuo Shaoqing will get what he can get overnight.

Fu Qingyu looked at Bai Xiaolong with some free eyes and couldn't help asking, "isn't it good-looking?" I'm a little embarrassed, "such white lotus clothes really don't suit me..."

"No, it's beautiful." Bai Xiaolong interrupted her, restrained the impulse to hold her in the past and said, "but if you wear it now, will it be a little cold. Country y is snowing now. "

Fu Qingyu looked in the mirror. To tell the truth, when she looked in the mirror and saw her face, she really couldn't adapt. Some doubts asked, "isn't it really ugly? So cute, so white lotus clothes... "

Little cute, white lotus, this word will be cold on her.

"It's very nice..." said Bai Xiaolong, "but it's summer clothes. Now I'd better buy something warm."

The clerk strongly recommended: "Sir, this is our new spring style. Winter is about to pass, and now they are in spring clothes. "

White Bruce Lee picked his eyebrows: "isn't this summer dress?"

The clerk was saying what to say when a group of men and women came in, looking like students. One of the girls rushed to Fu Qingyu and excitedly asked Fu Qingyu, "this skirt is so beautiful. Where did you buy it? Can you recommend it? "

Fu Qingyu was stunned and said, "it's the clothes in the store. I'm still trying."

The girl excitedly asked the clerk, "do you still have this skirt?"? May I try? "

The boy who came in together suddenly said, "you can't wear this feeling. Don't waste time."

"I like it. I'll try." The girl was unconvinced.

Bai Xiaolong looked at Fu Qingyu and said, "yes, I don't just say it's good-looking. But I still suggest choosing warm clothes in winter. "

The boy who just spoke suddenly asked Fu Qingyu, "can I take a picture of you?" Pointed to the long lens camera hanging on his chest, "I'm a photography student, no malice."

White Bruce Lee stood up and refused, "No." Look at Fu Qingyu, "change another one."

Fu Qingyu looked at the boy and repeated what Bai Xiaolong had just said: "sorry, No."

No matter whether the other party is malicious or not, as a Mafia leader, how can he casually expose his photos. Even some necessary interviews are just side shots for the media.

Fu Qingyu didn't change into any other clothes. She directly took the dress she had just bought. When he came to the door, the boy was still entangled with white Bruce Lee.

If it were in country y, white Bruce Lee would have shot it long ago.

When white Bruce Lee kept saying "no", she was still a little cheerful. She didn't always have the chance to see white Bruce Lee eat flat.

"Yo, little white dragon, this is really not your style." Fu Qingyu whistled and walked over with a bag of clothes.

White Bruce Lee glanced at her and said, "it's not because of you."

"Yes, it's my fault." Fu Qingyu tilted his head at him very handsome.

The boy stared at Fu Qingyu and opened his eyes: "you are just..."

Fu Qingyu smiled at him: "it's me. Do you still shoot?"

Now Fu Qingyu was wearing a white shirt and tucked loosely in his black trousers. He swept in front of everyone and was awe inspiring. Mingming said with a smile, as if as long as he dared to answer a "still shoot", there would be a knife on his neck the next second.

White Bruce Lee suddenly felt a great sense of loneliness. She can freely show her momentum in front of anyone, but she always looks like an idiot in front of Zuo Shaoqing.

Fu Qingyu hooked his lips: "it seems that he doesn't want to shoot." Look at Bruce Lee, "let's go."

A group of people, together with the shop assistant, kept bowing to their backs: "two, walk slowly, two, walk slowly."

The girl who changed her clothes came out, looked at the neat bowing team in front of her, and asked suspiciously, "what's the matter with you?"

One sentence broke the atmosphere sealed by murderous gas before, and everyone softened down.

The boy put his face on his shoulder and patted his chest: "it's terrible."

The girl asked her companions with her skirt: "how's it going? I'm not worse dressed than the girl just now. "

"Stop talking about her. That woman is terrible." The boy was still in shock.

The saleswoman on the side looked adored: "but I feel very handsome. When I first came in, I thought the man was her boyfriend. Now it doesn't seem to be. "

The threatened boy resented: "how can men like that kind of neither men nor women."

……

Fu Qingyu returned to the hotel and filled the whole hall with shopping bags for clothes.

Before dinner, Bai Xiaolong didn't bother her. Even for dinner, they rushed together in the restaurant of the hotel and went back to their room.

At ten in Asia, at ten in the evening, Fu Qingyu hesitated to video with Zuo Shaoqing. On the one hand, considering that Zuo Shaoqing may be confirming Meimei's plastic surgery with Dr. Jin, or working, or

Fu Qingyu said to himself, "no matter which one, it should be OK to delay only one minute..."

The struggle in the brain has not been decided yet, and the finger has pressed the dial button. As soon as there was a ring, the doorbell rang.

Fu Qingyu pressed the phone and opened the door.

White Bruce Lee stood at the door with a DVD in his hand: "I can't sleep. Let's watch a movie together."

"Well, good."

Watch a movie and fall asleep when you are sleepy. You don't have to worry about whether to call Zuo Shaoqing.

Fu Qingyu let Bai Xiaolong in and went to find his own drink: "what to drink?"

"Coffee."

Ten minutes later, when Fu Qingyu returned to the living room with two cups of instant coffee, Bai Xiaolong was already very serious sitting on the sofa and watching TV.

"What film?" Fu Qingyu handed him the coffee and sat down next to him.

She took a sip of coffee and looked at the TV. A familiar face and name were rolling on the screen.

Fu Qingyu puffed out a mouthful of coffee.

"AOI you?!"