Chapter 1752

Fu Weichen looked at Song Xiaoyu's expression, lowered his eyes and asked coldly, "why don't you go to school today?"

"I, I have a holiday." Song Xiaoyu lowered his eyes awkwardly and drew back his sight. He still couldn't help thinking of his perfect figure. He was wearing a pair of black home shorts and his upper body was naked. His legs were very long and his waist was very thin, but he had muscles. He felt that his figure was better than that of a male model.

Looking at her cold face, Fu's T-shirt is just a few years old.

Song Xiaoyu was originally fascinated by staring, but now it's OK. The whole person is awake.

Song Xiaoyu holding his own water cup, a bit silly, she lived with him for several months, only to find that he is really handsome, good shape.

16. A 7-year-old girl in love, she forced herself not to think about it, but she still couldn't help thinking about Fu Weichen's body. She put down her water cup and held her face. She felt that she was really crazy. She went to school and read books every day. She didn't think about it when she didn't have a chance to breathe.

Fu Weichen came out, looking at her still in a daze, "what do you think?"

Song Xiaoyu raised his head and said, "no, nothing. Do you eat? I'll have dinner, and I'll make you one by the way? "

Fu Weichen stood in front of the bookshelf and flipped through the book. "Well, good."

There are all kinds of things in the kitchen here, but she goes to school, she works, and she cooks only a few meals. She is not good at cooking. She can cook porridge and stir fry ordinary home dishes.

Boiled breakfast, frozen dumplings with unopened finished products.

When song Xiaoyu comes out of the kitchen, he can see Fu Weichen sitting on the sofa. He is sitting on an adult sofa. His legs overlap naturally. The sunlight penetrates through the French window. A bunch of bright light shines on the handsome face of the man with sharp edges and corners, which makes people feel floating.

Song Xiaoyu quickly hide back, take a deep breath, he is very good-looking, the most important thing is his action between the expensive, let people simply can't move an eye.

Song Xiaoyu covers his face, and then looks down at his cotton pajamas, which are all washed and old. If you look at him again, she doesn't know the brand of his clothes. Maybe you can see that the value is not poor. The style of the whole house is minimalist decoration. It seems simple, and every inch feels very comfortable. It can be seen that he is a person who pursues quality.

Even if it's a girlfriend, it won't be such a shriveled and undeveloped stupid student.

Song Xiaoyu patted her head hard, and felt that she was thinking wildly. She had better not have such an idea, really do not have such an idea. Song Xiaoyu should not daydream, don't do it. She silently recited in her heart, when she put out her head and looked at the living room again, Fu Weishen's deep and deep eyes suddenly seized her sight Startled, like a child who had made a mistake and was caught by the parents, he was at a loss and ran to the kitchen.

Fu put the book aside and rubbed his forehead.

At breakfast, song Xiaoyu sat opposite him. She secretly raised her eyes and looked at him. She looked down at him, even the posture of eating was so elegant.

She immediately lowered her eyes and felt that she must be crazy. What was she thinking?

Fu Weichen quietly finished breakfast, and then went into the kitchen and washed all her dishes and chopsticks. She ate quickly. Did she feel possessed?

During the summer vacation, she left a lot of homework, but also read books. She looked at the books on the bookshelf from the bottom. Because there were too many books, she just looked up one layer at a time. During the summer vacation, she had no other arrangements and had no friends.

Fu Weichen seldom took a day off at home. In addition to working, he usually read books at home It's just playing basketball. I'm short of personal life.

Song Xiaoyu didn't expect that she was at home all day. When Fu Weichen was at home, he didn't speak. Either he was reading on the sofa or lying on the sofa. Originally, when Fu Weichen was not at home, she was reading on the tea table in the living room. Now when he didn't go to work all day, song Xiaoyu didn't know where he was going Children, she went to the study to read or write homework, just feel like they are affected, she can't help but look at him.

She's holding her cheek, I don't know what's going on?

He is very clear about his position. If he was not funded by his brother because of the accident, she would not have had such a chance to get to know her.

So, she let herself calm down, don't think nonsense, most of the day passed, song Xiaoyu felt that today's efficiency was very, very low, also thought it was a waste of time.

She took a deep breath and decided to go out for a turn. When song Xiaoyu went out, Fu Weichen fell asleep on the sofa. His posture did not look comfortable. He had a long leg on the ground and an arm on his forehead.

After changing her clothes, she stood at the door and looked at him for a long time before she went outside.

It's really hot outside. It's really comfortable at home. The air conditioner is cool. You can read books and drink herbal tea.She breathed, feeling that she was thinking something she shouldn't have.

It's four o'clock in the afternoon. It's still very hot outside. In Nanyuan City, she just came, and she has no classmates or friends. Occasionally, on wechat, nian'er will ask her how she's been. Originally, she wanted to play with nianer in the summer vacation, but nianer has gone to see his brother. Song Xiaoyu inevitably feels lonely. In fact, she has already thought of this situation. She comes from the county Here, she will know, accompany her will be a long, long time of loneliness, and she also needs a long, long time to adapt.

In fact, she still has other friends. Xiaoyu thinks about it, and then comes home again. She tries not to make any noise.

Fu Weichen wakes up and looks at her quietly walking out. She goes out with something in her convenience bag.

He sat up and looked out the window. The sun was hot outside. He would waste his time at home this weekend?

He took a shower, changed his clothes, and went into the room. The hot air came.

Where is song Xiaoyu carrying things? How does she arrange this summer vacation? He had a few questions to ask her.

He looked for a circle and didn't find anyone. On the contrary, when he went back, he heard song Xiaoyu's voice, "I'm not very good, but you still have to thank uncle ice. My rice is managed by Uncle ice."

Uncle ice?

He?

Fu Weichen sighs, looking at this location, is the periphery of the community, there are weeds and trees, she is a girl free to drill grass?

Standing in the shade, he felt the sun was hot. He moved his position and watched song Xiaoyu holding two cats in his arms. She knelt down on the ground, and there were several cats eating in front of her. It seemed that they were leftovers from last night.

She was wearing a pair of breeches, a white T-shirt fan, and her hair was tied into a ponytail. In the sun, her whole face was sweating, and there were grass scraps on her body. Isn't it hot to hold two stray cats in such a hot day?

"Is it delicious? In fact, my cooking is very ordinary. " She said to herself, holding the cat, squeezing out a big smile.

Fu Weichen stares at her and thinks that she is very lonely. She has no friends or relatives. He is not a warm person. Even if two people live under the same roof, they will inevitably feel bored.

"Song Xiaoyu..." He cried.

Song Xiaoyu Leng next, did she hear Fu Wei Chen call her? Is it auditory hallucination? She froze, and then looked, no one.

Waiting for her to stand up and see Fu Weichen, she smiles awkwardly, "Mr. Fu."

Song Xiaoyu loosened the cat in his arms and then drilled out, "you want to go out?"

"Well, are you going?" He asked, "you don't have any friends. Aren't you afraid of being eaten by these cats?"

"Go, where?"

"I'm going to play." Fu Weichen opened his mouth, song Xiaoyu patted the dust and grass scraps on his body, "good."

He walked in front of him, looking at his tall figure, he was wearing black sports shorts, gray shirt, he walked very fast, probably because of the long legs.

When she got on the car, the air conditioner was cool. She felt much more comfortable when she arrived at the badminton hall.

A tall lady came up and said, "Hey, Wei Shen, come and play?"

The woman was very enthusiastic, and he still had a light expression, "well, I haven't been here for a long time."

"A game?" Lady came over, song Xiaoyu saw that woman's fingers pinching his sleeve, gently pulled, eyes very ambiguous.

"Next time." Fu Weichen said, and then looked back at her, the woman saw that followed by a child, "your relatives?"

"Well, it is." Fu Weichen said, and then handed the racket to song Xiaoyu, "it's not far from where you live. There are many students in the summer vacation. You should make more friends and play with cats all day long?"

Song, I've been sitting on badminton for an hour. I'm so tired to play badminton.

"How is the summer vacation arranged?"

"Read books, do homework." Song Xiaoyu said, he sat on the ground, slightly drooping his eyes playing with the racket in his hand, and his tone was casual.

"What are your hobbies and specialties?"

"Do I have any hobbies?" Song Xiaoyu asked himself, "that, painting, calculate?"

"Yes." Fu Weishen Road, pursed his lips and said: "your guardian asked me to tell you that he hopes you can make more friends or have a hobby, so as to avoid being too lonely when you are alone. No matter who can accompany you to the end, so cultivate a hobby of your own, which can always accompany you."

Song Xiaoyu heard this, only feel his heart warm, he always looked elsewhere, still cold, even tone is very casual.

But she especially wanted to cry, no one to her, like a relative, really care about her, hope she can become better.

"You can play with cats, play with people more, and learn good things from good people. That's what I told you." Then he looked up at her. "OK, go back and see how you paint."Song Xiaoyu immediately followed, "can I learn painting?"

"Yes."

"But drawing is expensive."

Fu Weichen glanced at her, "that's Picasso, Picasso is not short of money."

Song xiaoyudai, painting a painting is going to be Picasso's? Is he too demanding?

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