Chapter 101

Then he looked at the computer on the desk.

Because these are all brought out by his leisurely family.

Fu Zhiran also knew why he asked him to do so. She explained: "these are all bought by me with my own money, including the car. They are all bought by me with my own money, not by Rong Yue."

Hearing these two words, LAN Jingyan's face was gloomy and terrible.

Fu Zhiran did not dare to say anything more, nodded, "I know."

It's a self inflicted crime.

Her aggrieved appearance of not daring to gnaw at the sound did not make LAN Jingyan moved. Her voice was still cold. "Use the computer in the study first, and finish this book as soon as possible."

Fu Zhiran smell speech, surprised looked up at LAN Jingyan's face.

A novel in his place, it is simply not worth mentioning things, for example, her clothes computer, he does not like, immediately let her throw away.

Unexpectedly, he asked her to finish writing.

It's not his style at all.

LAN Jingyan knew what Fu Zhiran was thinking, and said with no expression: "I don't want to be asked after eight generations of ancestors because of you."

Without the ending, Ms. Tong fenyue will be crazy.

In order not to listen to her, let her write the ending.

Fu Zhiran

It turned out that she was afraid that she would be scolded by the readers as well as his family.

It is true that readers, even if they are a little late, should greet the author's family.

What he thought was so delicate.

But that is to say, she can continue to write for a while and earn a while.

Fu Zhiran thought, his heart jumped up, nodded with a smile, "I know, I will write a let readers praise me, together with your ancestors eight generations to praise the outcome."

Grateful tone, because happy, can not help but with a trace of mischief.

LAN Jingyan's eyes trembled slightly and immediately moved his eyes away from Fu Zhiran's face.

Turn around, in the end or did not hold back, the corner of the mouth can not help but warped.

Ah, even the eight generations of his ancestors boasted together. Are you sure you didn't scold him?

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The next day, LAN Jingyan asked people to send a bunch of new clothes, all kinds of colors.

There are bags and shoes, which are luxuries.

In such a big storage room, the blink of an eye is filled.

And her original things, like garbage by servants, were all thrown into the corridor at the door.

Fu Zhiran didn't stop her, because it must be Lan Jing who told her to do so, otherwise the servant would not have the courage to throw her things.

She squatted down, patiently picked up the clothes, arranged them, and prepared to donate them.

In the morning, she cleaned up the computer and planned to give it to Tang Qingfeng, but she spent less than 10000 yuan to buy it in the first half of this year. She can't bear to throw it away.

"Xiao ran, what's the situation?"

Tong fenyue sleeps and sleeps. When she opens the door, she sees the clothes on the aisle. Fu Zhiran stoops to pick them up. She asks curiously.

I'm not clear yet.

Fu Zhiran smiles and replies perfunctorily: "Jing Yan thinks these clothes are too cheap for me. Let me throw them away."

She bent down and continued to pick it up.

How could Tong fenyue not know why LAN Jingyan did it.

Fu Zhiran has been in Rong's house for four years. These clothes are brought out by her leisurely family. Her son is so careful that he has a strong desire for Fu Zhiran.

How can you tolerate Fu Zhiran wearing clothes bought with Rong family's money.

After thinking about it, she said with a smile, "it's better to throw it away. If the old one doesn't go, the new one won't come."