Chapter 992

It's a white dress.

Fu Tingyuan quietly squatted down and picked up the skirt. He unconsciously lowered his head and sniffed it. Then he heard the door lock open.

Fu Tingyuan raised his head and saw that Luonan was barefoot and wearing his shirt. She opened the door and came in. Her hair was soft and scattered. She had a cup of milk in her hand and a ring of milk on her lips. When she saw him standing at the door, she was stunned for a moment. Then she said with a smile, "are you awake?"

Fu Tingyuan gently exhaled a breath, put his clothes on the bed, and watched Luo Nanchu come in lively. As he walked, he said to him: "I wake up a little hungry, and I went downstairs to find some food. Your housekeeper asked me to ask you, when are you going down to dinner? Dinner is ready. " She turned her head and saw Fu Tingyuan looking at her and shaking the milk on her hand toward him, "are you thirsty? Would you like milk

Fu Tingyuan reached out his hand and took it. The water condensation on the wall of the cup revived him. The cold touch had a real chill. He raised his hand and drank a mouthful of ice milk. All aspects of his body gradually recovered from the cold air.

"Eat." He spoke, a little hoarse.

Ronan first reached out and held him. The man's fingertips were slightly chilly. She looked at his thin clothes and asked, "do you want to wear more?"

"Not cold." He looked down at lornan's clothes and asked, "did you just wear this way?"

“…… Well. " Ronan looked down at his clothes. "You broke the zipper of my skirt, and you don't have any women's clothes to change. I'm so thirsty and you sleep so hard that I can't wake you up. "

Fu Tingyuan rubbed his eyebrows, went to open the door and said to the servant outside, "go and get a woman's dress."

Ronan snorted. Is this repudiation?

The new clothes were quickly taken over. Luonan first went into the bathroom to change them. Then he came out and took Fu Tingyuan's hand. "Is this OK?"

Her body is a sky blue long skirt, slim and waist, set off her waist is not fit a grip, skin white.

Fu Tingyuan looked at her and then took her hand: "have a meal."

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the restaurant in Fu Tingyuan villa is a little busy tonight.

The servants stood by, watching their never smiling man sit there and cut the steak for Ronan himself. I'm wearing shrimp gloves. Take the chopsticks and shave the fish.

After a meal, Luonan began to eat a round stomach, and Fu Tingyuan's own bowl was still clean.

By the eyes of the public with a kind of censure, luonanchu is also a little embarrassed: "you eat, don't care about me."

"Full?" Fu Tingyuan took a look at her plate and put the shrimp just peeled on her hand in front of her. It's all your favorite

"Eat later." Ronan took a tissue to wipe his mouth. "I really can't eat it."

Later

Fu Tingyuan pondered over the meaning of the word, and then did not say anything. He just took off the disposable gloves and ate with chopsticks.

Ronan looked at the man sitting next to her with her cheek in her hand.

He looks like he was three years ago.

But after all, time has left a little trace, Fu Tingyuan has been very different from when they first met.

That beautiful, elegant and elegant man has become like an abyss, full of alienation and indifference.