The young man's thin lips were thin and beautiful, slightly sipping, holding the cup of milk tea between his hands, looking at her faintly.
Shen Wanqing held his cheek in his palm and tilted his head to look at him. A smile slowly floated between his eyebrows. Her voice was gentle and gentle, "I thought Mr. Fu liked women's clothes..."
"... No." he replied coldly with a frown.
When the young man spoke, he stared at the cup of milk tea that had hardly moved on his hands, and his slender and beautiful fingertips unconsciously rubbed the cup of milk tea.
Shen Wanqing smiled and nodded: "I don't like it. After all, if Mr. Fu likes women's clothes, I will have a sense of crisis..."
The beauty around her is a little lazy with the tip of her eyebrows. Her eyes under the clear lens are dark, and her pupils have a meaningful meaning.
"Why is there a sense of crisis?" Fu she asked a little funny.
"Yes." Shen Wanqing nodded. "After all, teacher Fu is so good-looking, women's clothes are even better. They are better than me."
The last sentence made Shen Wanqing a little sad.
The girl's last sentence, coupled with the slightly helpless look on the girl's face, made Fu she smile.
The young man's original vacant look was swept away, and a smile like a spring breeze appeared at the bottom of his calm lacquer black eyes.
At this time, Shen Wanqing's mobile phone suddenly rang. She took it out and saw that the alarm clock she set this morning rang.
It's more than one o'clock in the afternoon, and there are still 20 minutes before she works.
Shen Wanqing turned off the alarm clock, got up apologetically and said to Fu She, "Mr. Fu, I'm sorry. I have something to deal with now. It seems that I can't eat. I'm sorry."
When Fu Shen heard that Shen Wanqing was leaving, he frowned imperceptibly in his eyebrows. He collected the thick reluctance in his heart.
The beauty teacher pursed her lips and nodded faintly. Her voice was cold and gentle. "Since you have something to do, go first. I'm fine."
Shen Wanqing took the cup of Mango Sago in his hand and waved to Fu Shen, "goodbye to Mr. Fu. As for the two fruits, Mr. Fu should eat them. They should be very to Mr. Fu's appetite."
The girl's figure gradually disappeared in his sight, and Fu Sheh gradually regained his mind.
The thick and slender eyelashes drooped gently. His eyes fell on the transparent plastic bag on the bench. There were two transparent boxes in the plastic bag. From here, he could vaguely see the full fruit.
He sat there for a while before he remembered that he didn't ask the girl for contact information.
Fu Shu sipped his lip flap. The girl and herself were in the same school and should meet often.
Then ask for it again tomorrow
Fu Sheh's class today is all over. He returns to his apartment with a plastic bag and a cup of milk tea in his hand.
Closing the door, Fu She put on his shoes and came in with a plastic bag.
Put the plastic bag and Mango Sago on the table. Fu Shea went to the window and stretched out his hand to open the curtain. The warm sunshine came in from the window and occupied the living room inch by inch.
Fu she took out a laptop from the room and put it on the tea table. He sat on the sofa, picked up his laptop and put it on his lap.
The warm sunshine came in from the left. The sunshine hit the young man, and his half covered side face looked very soft in the shadow of the sun.