Song Shishu swallowed nervously.
"You won't hit me, will you?"
Fu Jingzhan's eyes widened: "Would I do such a thing?"
This is simply an insult to his character!
Although he has never been kind to others, his mother taught him since he was a child that he must be careful, gentle and gentle towards girls, and be a gentleman.
Although Fu Jingzhan didn't do any of it, it was absolutely impossible for him to hit a woman.
Song Shishu was relieved when he got Fu Jingzhan's answer.
Her whole body relaxed visibly, and she even dragged the stool across from her very familiarly and sat down in front of Fu Jingzhan.
Fu Jingzhan was a little confused by Song Shishu's operation.
"What are you doing?"
Song Shishu said: "I plan to borrow your desk for a while, do you mind?"
Fu Jingzhan's lips twitched: "Mind."
Is there something wrong with this woman's mind? Why did she come to borrow a desk?
Does his house lack a table?
Song Shishu patted Fu Jingzhan on the arm: "Oh, don't be so stingy. I just think it's boring to work alone. Your desk is so big and there is nothing on it except the computer. Just give me a place to prepare lessons."
"You have to respect the work of the people's teachers."
Fu Jingzhan couldn't understand what Song Shishu was talking about. He was about to get angry when he suddenly saw her looking carefully at him while she was talking. He was suddenly startled and thought in a daze: Could she be afraid of him being alone? Will you do something stupid?
As soon as the thought came to Fu Jingzhan's mind, he heard Song Shishu ask, thinking he had hidden it well: "What's in there? There shouldn't be any utility knives or fruit knives in your study, right?"
Fu Jingzhan immediately couldn't laugh or cry.
Why is this woman's brain so simple? Can this also be a teacher?
The depressed mood suddenly disappeared, and Fu Jingzhan suddenly became more curious. What other funny things could this woman ask?
So Fu Jingzhan pretended not to notice Song Shishu's little thoughts and replied in a deep voice: "What? Do you want to eat fruit?"
Song Shishu quickly shook his head: "No, no, no, I'm just asking casually."
Fu Jingzhan didn't reply.
Song Shishu walked around the study room twice more.
This was the first time Song Shishu looked at Fu Jingzhan's study so carefully, and then he realized that he was really well-read.
The books on the bookshelf had signs of being read and had bookmarks on them. Song Shishu could vaguely see the powerful handwriting on them.
Fu Jingzhan’s handwriting is so beautiful!
Song Shishu couldn't help but stare blankly. Fu Jingzhan waited for a long time without waiting for Song Shishu's next words. When he turned around, he saw that Song Shishu was looking at his handwriting in an infatuated manner.
Fu Jingzhan: "..."
"What are you doing?"
Song Shishu was unprepared and said, "I'm wondering where I should search for your font..."
After saying this, Song Shishu realized what he had just said. He quickly turned to look at Fu Jingzhan, coughed a few times and said, "I just said that casually..."
Fu Jingzhan stared at Song Shishu for a long time, then suddenly stood up and walked towards Song Shishu.
Song Shishu nervously began to swallow his saliva: "What's wrong? I just said that casually. I didn't intend to copy your handwriting to do bad things... I just think it looks good."
Fu Jingzhan took out the copybook and blank paper from behind Song Shishu. Hearing this, he gave Song Shishu a strange look: "Is this what you planned?"
Song Shishu: "..."
What do you mean there is no three hundred taels of silver here! This is it! But she really didn’t mean that!
"Take it." Fu Jingzhan didn't mean to inquire further. Instead, he threw the copybook on the desk.
Song Shishu ran over and took a few glances, and found that this font was very similar to Fu Jingzhan's. Fu Jingzhan probably practiced this font and wrote too much, and gradually developed his own habits...
"For me?"
Fu Jingzhan said with a cold face: "It's okay if you don't want it..."
"I want it!" Song Shishu hugged the copybook in surprise and turned around to go back to practice. Fu Jingzhan frowned and said impatiently: "Don't you want to borrow a desk? Just practice here!"
Song Shishu felt that Fu Jingzhan was cruel, and he didn't know if these copybooks were his treasures, so he was so angry and didn't want to bear the pain of parting with her. However, he thought that even though he was precious, he still lent these copybooks to her. Fu Jingzhan was indeed not as he appeared on the surface. So cold.
He is really a good man!
So Song Shishu smiled sweetly at Fu Jingzhan: "Okay! Just don't mind me disturbing you!"
Song Shishu found a seat a little far away from Fu Jingzhan and sat down, quietly starting to practice calligraphy, making sure not to disturb Fu Jingzhan at all.
Fu Jingzhan, on the other hand, originally wanted to read a few documents, but his eyes turned towards Song Shishu unconsciously.
He even drank the glass of juice that Song Shishu sent over without even realizing it.
The fire in his heart was extinguished quietly, and Fu Jingzhan's eyes fell on Song Shishu.
She was very quiet when she was concentrating, and her profile showed a sense of perseverance. She didn't even notice the broken hair falling from her ears. The broken hair cast a shadow on her fair face, making her look even more elegant. Feminine.
Fu Jingzhan's lips curled up unconsciously.
It seems like it would be nice to have a woman by my side...
Fu Jingzhan withdrew his gaze and concentrated on his work. It was not until it got dark and the room began to darken that the two of them realized that they had been staying like this quietly all afternoon.
Song Shishu touched his stomach: "I'm a little hungry. There are still a lot of ingredients in the refrigerator. Do you have anything you want to eat?"
Fu Jingzhan wanted to say casually, but he opened his mouth and named several dishes.
Song Shishu smiled when he heard this: "You are really good at ordering. These dishes are all my specialties. I am very confident."
"Then you get busy first. I'll call you when I'm ready."
After saying that, Song Shishu carefully packed up all the copybooks and papers he had used, put the things back into their original places, and went out carrying the empty juice glass.
The study room once again returned to the familiar appearance of Fu Jingzhan.
Simple and empty at a glance.
Fu Jingzhan used to work very efficiently in such an environment, but now when he looked at the empty study room and the empty end of the desk, he felt inexplicably disappointed.
Unexpectedly, in just one afternoon, he had already become accustomed to Song Shishu working beside him.
Fu Jingzhan squinted his eyes and slowly closed the computer.
Perhaps, he should seriously consider his relationship with Song Shishu...
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Magnificent clubhouse.
Fu Jiali stepped into the box, and the rich second generation who usually fawned over him licked him like dogs that had smelled a bone.
"Master Fu is here! I thought you couldn't come out to the family dinner today, but I didn't expect Master Fu to come out anyway."
Not wanting to lift any pot, Fu Jiali kicked the man hard in the calf, and without giving any face, he yelled: "You bitch! If you don't open your mouth, will others think you are mute?"
