Chapter 305

Pushing open the door of the box, there was only one man inside, standing upright and sitting in the middle of the box.

The man has a fair face, wears a pair of gentle glasses, his hair is meticulously combed, he takes off his coat, revealing a small vest in a suit with delicate stripes, and sits there, politely, with the appearance of a gentle and noble son.

Unlike Nan Jinshen, he doesn't have that kind of murderous and decisive savagery, there is no bottomless aura of the cold hell king, and there is no deterrent to the heartbeat of the oppressed!

Instead, his gentleness, humility, and ordinary smile made him seem like a blooming white magnolia, with a subtle and low-key temperament without attacking power.

He sat low-key in the corner of the sofa. The box was elegant, and the karaoke projector and singing equipment were common things that were very common and could hardly be seen.

On the contrary, the layout has a feeling of the prosperous and chaotic times of Shanghai in the Middle Ages, oil painting wallpaper, rose and rose relief wall, shining crystal chandeliers, and gorgeous tunes humming in the gramophone...

On the coffee table draped with old yellow lace, there is a retro vase, and a few open pink red lilies are inserted in the vase, which is fragrant.

In the center of the box, Fu Chao was sitting on the sofa waiting for someone like your son. When he heard the door of the box being pushed open, he turned his head and saw a girl in a red dress wearing sunglasses against the dim yellow light. , came coldly.

Just like many years ago, the little witch who seemed to be walking on colorful clouds to save him.

His heart was beating fast, as if he couldn't control it at all, he suddenly got up from his seat, strode to the box, looked at her, and said excitedly, "You're here"

"I'm here" Su Yuyan originally had a strong sense of rejection towards Fu's family, but when she saw the light of surprise and expectation in Fu Chao's clear eyes, she suddenly had an intuition. A hint of the philistine aura of a treacherous villain.

For a moment, she even suspected that she might have wronged the wrong person, but the death of Aunt Lan and the disappearance of her parents were all related to this mysterious Fu family!

She must find out the truth of the year, so she was cautious and started to deal with this man with all her energy.

Fu Chao has always been used to being calm.

Seeing the girl at this time, the thoughts, expectations, and liking that had been suppressed in her heart for so many years all burst out in an instant.

He suppressed the excitement in his heart, and carefully reached out to touch her face, but the next second, the woman knocked his hand down mercilessly.

"Don't touch me, Mr. Fu, don't forget that I am the young lady of the Nan family now!" Su Yuyan's clear words were like a basin of cold water, which chilled most of Fu Chao's enthusiasm from beginning to end.

A wry smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth, watching the girl's red skirt slightly blown by the wind, her long black hair like seaweed, and her rounded head, neat and neat.

Like an arrogant little witch.

He was not angry, but as if he couldn't feel the pain of being beaten, he was wearing a gentleman's striped vest, thin lips, red lips, and a well-defined outline, which looked very gentle in the retro box.

He stood dumbfounded and smirked, laughing at himself for being an idiot. The little witch was married and she was someone else's wife. As long as he thought of this, his heart hurt like a needle. suppress.

But even so, in his subconscious, there are still expectations and fantasies about her. He has always been so eager to see her, but he can't do anything after seeing her.

He returned to his usual low profile, turned his body sideways, and said with a very gentlemanly invitation: "Miss Su, I'm sorry, I've just been rude, please come and sit!"