C13 Dad I Was Delayed Because of Something

"Master, several cars are coming from outside." Aunt Li happened to see it from outside, so she ran in to report.

"Who could it be?" Fu Yanzhi's slightly yellowish eyes cast a probing glance at Fu Xiaoqian. "It seems that no one knows that we've returned."

She shook her head, and confusion flashed in Fu Xiaoqian's eyes as well. Unease arose in her heart for some reason. She did not know where this uneasiness came from. She wanted to chase it away, but she could not.

Just as the father and daughter were puzzled, the door was pushed open once again. Liao Zhenbo was the first to walk in, followed by over a dozen strong men carrying large and small bags of gifts.

At this moment, Fu Xiaoqian finally understood who the source of his unease was.

This telepathic perception made the depression in her heart want to explode.

"What are you doing here?" A high-pitched voice sounded, as if the resentment and discontent of the past few days had been amassed in Shuichen's eyes. There seemed to be a sense of grievance in his eyes as well. Update First Time

She quickly walked forward, wanting to block them out of the hall. It was as if those were all venomous snakes and fierce beasts, if she took one more step forward, she would be sucked in by its thick body, then entangled, becoming tighter and tighter, until she was completely stuck inside with no way out.

Liao Zhenbo was startled by her sudden action and quickly stood still. His words were still as unhurried as before, "Do you need a reason to come to my wife's house?"

"Who …" It's your wife. Just as Fu Xiaoqian was about to retort, Fu Yanzhi interrupted her. Update First Time

"Qianqian, why are you being so rude? Those are all guests, why are you treating us like this?" The voice was loud and full of excitement, as if the sadness from earlier had never happened. He stood up and walked towards Liao Zhenbo.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I delayed some things and just came over now. Maybe Qian Qian is unhappy because of this." Her slender legs moved past her and she warmly welcomed Fu Yanzheng. Her hands were tightly clasped around Fu Yanzhi as she protected Fu Xiaoqian like a husband who doted on his wife.

"Look, Qianqian, Zhenbo is thinking a lot for you."

Fu Xiaoqian was thoroughly infuriated. She wanted to retort, but found that there seemed to be something stuck in her throat, causing her to be unable to speak.

Yes, she had promised her father that she would wait. She couldn't just throw a stone at her own feet right now.

Thinking of this, the tightly pursed lips in the root of the teeth clenched, fists clenched at the side of the body, fingernails deep into the palm. Within his body, there seemed to be countless masses of chaotic air fiercely pounding against the chest wall, attempting to find an exit to escape.

"Liao Liao, you're here. Come sit, sit. We're almost ready to start eating." Tang Yan's perfectly maintained face was now as dazzling as a colorful lotus in full bloom. It was unknown when he had changed into a blue qipao embroidered with peonies. The curves of his body were accentuated by his elegance and elegance.

"Mom, this is a gift for you. I hope you like it." Liao Zhenbo handed over a beautifully wrapped gift box inlaid with golden threads to Tang Yan.

"I like it, I like it." Tang Yan reached out to take the box. As she stroked the pattern on the box, her eyes shone with a strange light.

Fu Yanzhi coughed lightly a few times, stopping Tang Yan from losing her composure.

Seeing her mother's 180 degree change, Fu Xiaoqian felt a chill in his heart. She was surprised at her own sudden thought. Shouldn't she be happy to see her mother happy?

Tang Yan walked over and took Fu Xiaoqian's hand while she was still in a daze. Icy cold, I can't feel any heat. "What is this girl doing here? Hurry up and bring Liao to your room so that he can understand you a little better. "

"He won't be interested." It was her last private space, and she didn't want him to set foot in it.

"No, I'm very interested." Liao Zhenbo calmly placed his arm around her waist, his light brown eyes filled with hope. "Wife, please take me with you." Naturally, his movements gave off the impression that they were in deep love.

Fu Xiaoqian leaned to the side, trying to avoid being touched by Liao Zhenbo's body. He turned his eyes to receive a message from his father, Fu Yanzhi. "That's right. You two can stay there for a while. I'll call you guys when the meal is ready."

Fu Xiaoqian had no choice but to follow Liao Zhenbo upstairs.

"Say, do you think that senior girl has done something good in her life to have such a good life?" When they completely disappeared from her line of sight, Tang Yan turned her head.

"Shut up. Why are you so impatient these days?" We have already been here for more than twenty years, and we can't even wait for a few days? " Fu Yanzhi intentionally lowered his voice, but his tone did not lose any of his authority.

"I was worried that this girl would do something bad. "Update as soon as possible." Hearing Fu Yanzheng's self-blame, she also felt that his words made sense. However, her personality of not easily admitting defeat made her grumble, and she was able to regain some face.

"This is not something that can be done in a hurry. We have to think about it carefully." Fu picked up a purple clay teapot from among the numerous gifts. This teapot was of the highest quality in terms of "mud, art, art, art, art, art". The teapot was smooth and had a dull glow to it. This was the exact pot that he had taken a fancy to last time at the auction, the one with the dragon's stripes and purple sand on it.

His meaningful gaze once again turned in the direction they had disappeared in, but his thoughts drifted further and further away.

When Liao Zhenbo pushed open Du Xiaoqian's door, the room was filled with purple curtains, purple sheets, purple curtains, and purple chairs …

"Tell me, why does he love purple?"

Liao Zhenbo's sudden words caused Fu Xiaoqian to forget her thoughts of doing her best to free herself from his restraints. Could it be that everything that happened yesterday was not a coincidence, but that he really knew about it and had purposely arranged it for her? Why?

She jerked her head up and met his eyes, her startled face reflected in those hazel eyes.

What kind of eyes were those? They were deep and evil, and they carried feelings she didn't want to understand. It was like a whirlpool with an endless attraction that deeply sucked her in. It was also like a gentle net that came towards her from all directions, enveloping her within and rendering her powerless to retaliate.

She wanted to run, but the pressure of it was overwhelming, making her forget all her movements, and stare stupidly at the handsome face suddenly pressed down, until the cool lips touched her smooth forehead.

In a trance, in a dream, there seemed to be this kind of kiss. This reality, this softness that carried a slight chill, made her want to get closer to him in her dreams.

In that instant, with her lips as the center point, the pink quickly spread to her entire face, and she shyly gouged out his eye.