...

After dinner, he was sleepy and wanted to sleep. Fu Lingjiang, who was watching a movie on the sofa, suddenly said, "Go and wash an apple."

He was stunned for a moment, looked up at the maids around him, and then spoke out and reminded: "Speak English, otherwise they won't understand."

Fu Lingjiang raised his head and looked at the simple person diagonally opposite: "I'm talking to you."

Simple eyes enlarged, "Are you mistaken? I don't even know where the kitchen is. I even asked me to wash apples for you. Why don't you die?"

Still calling her?

"It seems that you don't want to go to the music festival tomorrow!" Fu Lingjiang calmly.

Simple:"……"

"Bitch Fu! You're absolutely fucking distorted!" Jian said angrily, then stood up and asked the maid's kitchen beside him where is...

In just a few minutes, I simply took two apples and threw them into Fu Lingjiang's arms. I ate them open with a big mouthful of mouth.

At the same time, the maid behind her also held a large plate of freshly washed fruit platter and placed it on the coffee table.

Fu Lingjiang looked at the apple in his hand and frowned, "I told you to wash an apple, you really just wash it, can't even peel the skin?"

Summary was disgusted and a little impatient: "Brother, do you think I can peel apples? Besides, apple skin is also nutritious, and I won't die after eating it."

Fu Lingjiang did not talk to the simple anymore, but just turned his head and spoke to the maid beside her, asking her to take a fruit knife...

Simple:"……"

After a moment, she looked at the fruit knife handed to her, frowned and said bluntly: "I want to put this knife on your neck. Can you hold you hostage and let me go?"

"No, I won't lose money for life and I've earned a small thing, otherwise, you can try it."

Simple:"……"

Helplessly, she had to start peeling rudely with the fruit knife, and asked, "Will you let me wipe the table and the floor?"

"No." Fu Lingjiang responded lightly. He would not let her do those rough work, she just needed to cooperate with him to "show her love".

After a while, I simply put the peeled apple on the coffee table, threw the fruit knife in my hand, and continued to chew the apple I hadn't finished gnawing...

"Cut the apple into small pieces and feed me." Fu Lingjiang said lightly, but there was a trace of unquestionable strength in his voice.

Simple's face suddenly collapsed, and he threw the apple core in his hand and responded irritably: "I won't go!"

It's so fucking more and more!

Just get up and make a gesture and walk to the stairwell next to it—

Fu Lingjiang didn't care about his simple attitude at all. To him, it didn't seem important whether he ate this apple or not.

Then, Jian, who had just reached the second floor, suddenly walked back, put a smile on his face, cut the apple into small pieces, and asked, "Do you still want to feed it?"

Fu Lingjiang finally gave a simple look and held the corner of his lips lightly: "That's the point."

As soon as he finished speaking, he clearly saw Jian's smile on the corner of his mouth twitching, as if there were signs of collapse—

But the simple smile became even more far-fetched and ugly. He handed the apple cube in his palm to Fu Lingjiang's mouth, and laughed and mocked: "Do I have to call you Master at this time?"

Fu Lingjiang opened his mouth and bit the half of the piece, responding: "I have no objection."

Simple:"……"

Simple, he was extremely irritable. Before Fu Lingjiang slowly finished eating the apple in his mouth, he rudely stuffed the remaining half into his mouth...

Immediately after feeding an apple, I took the plate of fruit platter and brought the greens from the plate one after another into his mouth until he didn't have time to chew and his mouth was stuffed. Only then did I feel better...

Then, she simply went back to the room when she was sleepy and still stayed in bed until after nine o'clock in the evening, for fear that Fu Lingjiang would call her again...

However, I wonder if Fu Lingjiang was afraid that she would run away at night, so there were always two beds in the room.

After dinner, Fu Lingjiang brought a serving to the bedside table in the room, looked at it and pretended to be asleep with a simple look, and let out a chuckle:

"Are you not tired after sleeping for so long?"

Simple eyelashes trembled slightly, and my heart silently complained: I have never heard of it being tiring to sleep.

Fu Lingjiang looked at the traces of the rolling eyeballs under his nose, and the curve of the corners of his mouth became thicker. He suddenly possessed himself and bent down, and leaned against her ear:

"Don't pretend to have some food, or I'll..."

Perhaps it was because the heat sprayed in her ears made Qi feel uncomfortable, so she quickly opened her eyes and hugged the quilt and left Fu Ling and Jiang far away--

Did she almost get raped by a rape?

Seeing Jian woke up, Fu Lingjiang turned around and entered the bathroom of the room.

Sit up simply, picked up the bowls and chopsticks on the bedside table without any energy, and started eating-

Then, Fu Lingjiang in the bathroom called:

"Simple, help me get my pajamas in the closet."

I pretended not to hear it and ignored it.

"I'll count three times, or I'll go out naked."

Simple:"……"

"one…."

He put down the bowls and chopsticks simply and a little annoyed. This man is really... so cheap!

After Fu Lingjiang counted three times, he simply opened the door with a set of pajamas and placed it on the sink where he entered, and said angrily:

"I'll let this go."

After that, I will go out.

"Wait--" Fu Lingjiang, who was on the other side of the sliding door, shouted.

He paused briefly and shouted roughly: "What do you want to do? Do you still want me to put it on?"

"If you want, I don't mind."

"I don't want it! I don't want it from beginning to end! I asked if you are sick? A man who is almost thirty years old and still plays such a childish game!"

Fu Lingjiang, who was under his disheveled head, frowned and carefully corrected: "I am still two years away from thirty years old."

Simply frowned and was speechless: "Is there any difference?"

Fu Lingjiang continued to emphasize patiently: "Yes, there are still two years apart."

Simple:"…."

Therefore, middle age is not only bad news for women, but also difficult for men?

"Then what do you tell me to do?"

"Can you...sing sing?"

The crease between the simple eyebrows became deeper and deeper, "You are crazy!"

After saying that, he slammed the door and left the bathroom.

Are you sick? Want her to sing to him in the bathroom?

Fu Lingjiang: “…”

He really couldn't imagine that anything else could be done to simply stay in the bathroom for a while, but the time he had just stayed was barely enough.

The scene where he and the simple enter the bathroom will be edited and sent to someone's hands.

He and his daily life are updated in real time every day. If Gu Jiu does not trust her as simply said, then now, he should be on the verge of collapse, right?

...

The next day, I got up early in the morning just absurdly, walked to the next bedside and lifted the quilt: "Get up."

Fu Lingjiang opened his eyes slightly, looked at the simplicity of holding the quilt by the bed, took a deep breath, took out the watch from under the pillow, and glanced at the time pointing on it, with a lazy voice:

"It's only four o'clock now, and we won't be in a hurry to go out again at 10 o'clock."

"No, you get up now, we can go out and watch the sunrise!"

Fu Lingjiang: “…”

It sounds like it's pretty good.

So, the two walked into the bathroom together and started to wash...

After having breakfast, half an hour later, no bodyguards followed him and only brought Alfonso to drive, which made Yan's heart even more uneasy.

Did he intend to let her go?

I can't figure it out simply, so I won't think about it anymore.

The car drove along the road quickly, looking at the passing traffic signs, which felt a bit like Arabic?

So, are they in the western part of Africa now?

After driving for nearly ten minutes, Fu Lingjiang asked Alfonso to park his car on the side of the road, open the window, open the warm sun rising from the skyline, and turn around and say to the simple voice beside him:

"Next time you want to see the sunrise, you have to say it earlier. I'll take you to the Atlas Mountains, where the sunrise should be different from what it is now."

Simple:"……"

Could it be that he could not tell that she said she wanted to see the sunrise just a perfunctory sentence?

The car stayed for more than ten minutes, and suddenly said impatiently, "Okay, we have finished watching the sunrise. We should go to the music festival, right?"

Fu Lingjiang responded and signaled that Alfonso could continue driving.

....

The 8th Atlantic Andalusian Music Festival will be held in the port city of Suwei, Moses. This music event will attract nearly 100,000 audiences...
Chapter completed!