Fu Jiabei''s eyes fell on Zeng Mingyue''s fingers hanging his skirt, and the fundus of his eyes was slightly dark.


    Zeng Mingyue saw that he was silent and looked down his eyes.


    Then she found that her hand was a little unlucky. It was placed on the belt of his nightgown. It was like going to untie his belt.


    Zeng Mingyue''s fingertips trembled and his face turned red. He took back his hands and carried his hands behind him.


    She was embarrassed and crying, and she couldn''t face him any more.


    She stood up abruptly, "I''ll go right away. I''ll disturb Mr. Fu."


    The girl suddenly got up, so that her forehead hit Fu Jiabei''s chest. She didn''t notice it. She turned and ran away. As a result, she turned over the chair.


    She herself tripped over the chair and gave a embarrassed exclamation.


    "Tut, what are you running for?"


    Before she fell down, her waist was picked up and rotated. When Zeng Mingyue recovered, she was already in Fu Jiabei''s arms.


    She heard him say in a smiling voice. She saw that the cold between his eyebrows and eyes had subsided, and there was even a quiet smile between his clear and meaningful eyebrows.


    "I... I''m afraid you''re angry."


    Zeng mingyuena said, feeling frustrated and frustrated by his repeated humiliation in front of him.


    "Then tell me the real reason. I hate people lying to me," said Jiabao.


    Of course, he hopes Zeng Mingyue can tell the real reason for deleting his wechat, so that he can help her.


    "Really... It''s really just the wrong deletion. I''ll add Mr. Fu back as soon as I get my mobile phone, okay?"


    Although Zeng Mingyue hesitated a little, she insisted that she had deleted it wrong.


    She was bad enough. She didn''t want fujiabe to get into trouble because of her family.


    Seeing how she refused to say, Fu Jiabei was helpless. He sighed and released her.


    "Oh."


    He gave a faint smile and stepped back.


    Zeng Mingyue didn''t know what he meant and couldn''t understand the expression in his eyes. She was a little uneasy. She nodded her thanks to Fu Jiabei, turned and hurried into the room.


    Zeng Mingyue''s body smelled of wine, and his clothes seemed to be stained with smoke and powder. In short, it smelled terrible.


    Zeng Mingyue felt terrible when he thought that he had just stayed with Fu Jiabei for so long.


    He must think she is the kind of girl who often goes to bars.


    "Ah ah!"


    She hid in the bathroom and grabbed her hair. Then she took off her clothes and took a bath.


    When she came out of the bathroom, she saw a brand-new dress on the bed, with excellent workmanship and novel style.


    It is a limited edition summer dress of international top brand MJ, with price but no market.


    Zeng Mingyue looked and turned away. Instead, she called room service and asked for an iron.


    She didn''t wear the suit at last. She ironed her clothes with an iron and changed them again.


    "Why didn''t you change your clothes?"


    Zeng Mingyue came out of the room and was ready to leave. Who knows, Jiabei''s familiar inquiry came from the living room.


    Zeng Mingyue didn''t expect that he was still here. He looked at it in amazement and was embarrassed again under his slightly unhappy eyes.


    "Mr. Fu has been in trouble. That suit is too expensive for me to wear," she said in a warm voice.


    Fu Jiabei sneered, "the clothes have been bought, just for you. The trademark has been cut off. Do you want me to lose them if you don''t wear them?"


    Gaby was a little unhappy because he found that he really didn''t understand girls'' minds.


    If he is not mistaken, the girl should like him and have liked him for a long time, but she is always doing something to get rid of the relationship and push him away.


    For example, he deleted his wechat before. For example, now he doesn''t even wear the clothes he bought.


    His temperament is high and cold, which will make him unhappy. The chilly cold can make several big men''s legs tremble, not to mention Zeng Mingyue.


    Her face turned white again, and she stood frozen in place, like a crystal man. Her fragile touch broke her.


    Jiabei saw that she was helpless and waved, "whatever you want."


    But he was a little upset and didn''t want to talk to her anymore. He put his hand in his trouser pocket and wanted to get up and leave.


    Who knows, Zeng Mingyue suddenly blushed again and said, "I''m sorry, I''m wrong!"


    With that, she turned and ran into the bedroom. It made Jiabei a little stunned, because the girl''s apology was too solemn and sincere, and she bowed to him.


    Being honest and clever is like being scolded by parents and realizing the wrong children.


    Jiabei''s anger and irritability were somehow calmed by her mistake.


    In the bedroom, Zeng Mingyue''s face was still red. She was very ashamed. Because she found her behavior really inappropriate.


    A dress really doesn''t matter to people like Fu Jiabei. People have prepared it for her with great courtesy, but she undoubtedly doesn''t give face.


    It also adds trouble to others, which seems very false, noble and petty.


    She rubbed her face angrily and felt that the male God had a worse impression of her.


    But now it''s not like these things. Zeng Mingyue hasn''t forgotten that she has to go home today.


    Anyway, things at home have to be solved.


    She took a deep breath and quickly changed her clothes. Unexpectedly, when she went out, Fu Jiabei still didn''t leave and sat on the sofa reading magazines.


    "Mr. Fu."


    Zeng Mingyue walked over and stood next to her.


    Fu Jiabei raised his head and looked at her, his eyes shining slightly.


    That dress is a lady''s style. The color of mint green is very fresh and tender. It''s especially suitable for her.


    The girl looks exquisite and soft, her skin is as white as snow, young and beautiful.


    "Good."


    He nodded unconsciously.


    Is he praising her for her beauty?


    Zeng Mingyue''s heart jumped with a bang and bent her lips and smiled.


    "Yesterday, today, and that time in my home and hospital... In short, I really thank Mr. Fu."


    She thanked him again, but she found that she really owed him many times.


    "I don''t accept no substantive thanks."


    Fu Jiabei closed the magazine in his hand, threw it on the tea table, and then looked at Zeng Mingyue.


    "So, how are you going to thank me?"


    Zeng Mingyue pursed her lips. For a moment, she really couldn''t think how she could thank him. People like him seem to lack nothing.


    Even if she wanted to invite him to dinner to express her gratitude, she was a little speechless, for fear that it would delay others'' time.


    "I..."


    She hesitated, but saw that Fu Jiabei had been looking at her. His expression was mild and his expression seemed to be a little encouraging?


    At least not at all impatient. Zeng Mingyue had the courage and said with a smile, "why don''t I invite Fu Shaoxi to dinner? I''ll cook by myself. I can cook well. I''m also good at dessert. I just don''t know whether Fu Shaoxi likes dessert. I... I can also make handicrafts, or I can make less handicrafts for Fu?"