Fu Sichao withdrew his eyes. He was really looking into the matter. He could not let himself become someone else's chess piece. Few people in the world dare to use him as a chess piece.

"Come on, the party is about to begin." Fu Si went downstairs, but found that the woman behind him did not follow up. He looked back at Zhao Qianqian.

Zhao Qianqian was dressed in a silver evening dress, with a good figure, winding curves, long black hair, and a pair of silver colored broken diamond earrings.

She came up with a smile and asked him gently, "you really want to take me there. There will be a lot of media there. Don't you fear that Mrs. Fu will be jealous when she knows about it?"

"What does it matter to me whether she is jealous or not?" Men don't seem to care.

Zhao Qianqian picked up his eyebrows, and his smile became more and more brilliant: "then I'd better obey my orders. Master Fu, if Mrs. Fu asks me for trouble, please say something for me."

Fu Si Chao hooks his lips, reaches out his hand to her and leads her to go downstairs.

They have just left, the paparazzi in the corner will take this scene, Fu Si Chao's corner of the eye swept in the past, in the end still did not let people delete, take Zhao Qianqian to leave.

……

After Lu AI Xi hung up Zhao Qianqian's phone, he sent a short message to Fu simiu, asking him to send her the video that Fu Sichao showed us yesterday.

She sat alone in the studio, looking at the pictures in the video over and over again, thinking about what happened at that time, why did she have no memory at all?

Until late at night, she did not think of a reason to come, but unconsciously fell asleep in the past.

Zhao Qianqian said that Fu Sichao will not come back tonight, so she is very relaxed. Even if she sleeps in the studio, the whole person is comfortable.

Fu Sichao came back, did not find her in the bedroom, frowned hard.

In the studio again?

He should have taken that studio down.

He turned to the studio, opened the door, and then in the light of the corridor, he saw the girl lying on the sofa of the studio. She had fallen asleep, breathing evenly and quietly.

Fu Si Chao's restlessness suddenly calmed down, but he was angry again. He was not at home. Was she so casual?

Isn't her mother still talking about her work and rest rules, which is the so-called work and rest rules?

Knowing that he is with other women today, she also sleeps so soundly? Does she have a heart!

Fu Sichao turned on the light in the studio, walked to her side, bent down to pick her up and take her out of the studio.

The girl in the dream called out, as if she had been woken up.

When Fu Si looks at the past from the side, she just frowns nervously, and doesn't mean to wake up.

Fu Si was relieved in the dark, continued to pick her up and walked towards the bedroom.

"Si Chao It's not me It's not... " In her sleep, she still does not forget to talk.

Fu Sichao did not stop, frowning at her delicate face, which may be due to pregnancy. Her small face has become fatter and more transparent, but her body is very light, like a wisp of thin paper, which makes people's hair tight.

Fu Sichao could not describe the feeling at the moment in his heart. When she was put on the bed, she suddenly woke up and looked at him with a bleary eye.

"Si Chao?" Her voice was still a little hoarse and fuzzy, and her voice was so good when she called his name.

Fu Si also wore a suit that he left during the day. He was not aware of whose perfume he was wearing, and had a faint pungent taste.