Yan Funing was not angry to begin with, but when she saw me like this, she rushed over and grabbed a few sheets of manuscript paper, but I grabbed her wrist.
Standing in the archway, Yan Funing also knew how I wanted her to cooperate, so she raised the drawing in her hand and said with a sweet smile: "Husband, you go to the cloth shop now."
It was wrong to look at the customer flow in the store, and the sales of ready-made clothes were also bad. Yan Funing nodded repeatedly, and soon took Fu Ciyi and Tu Sheng back.
Lu Wenfeng didn't even raise his head, his voice was indifferent: "What's the matter?"
He walked to his desk and flipped through the stacks of books and drawings, and surprisingly found it.
But she couldn't help but wonder, if Lu Wenfeng achieved fame and fortune, he would naturally have no trouble finding a wife. Would he still treat her the same way he does today?
By half a cup of tea, I had knocked everyone to the ground.
But after we walked a few steps, a group of middle-aged men who looked like gangsters surrounded us.
This way, I can propose marriage with a legitimate reason.
Yan Funing lifted her skirt slightly and left the study.
Wang Qi dodged.
Tu Sheng carefully collected the manuscript paper and showed Yan Funing his recent winter clothes.
What I said sounded completely like that of a fool.
"Bad, I promise I'll do it badly."
"You can take it yourself."
The intimate behavior of the couple was all seen by us, and Fu Beimo seemed to understand.
Lu Wenfeng said "hmm" lightly, and the next moment he put his arms around your waist and pressed his thin lips against your forehead.
Yan Funing called Fu Ciyi and Tu Sheng, who were busy, to go to the cloth shop.
"Bad." Fu Ciyi responded and stood behind Yan Funing to protect her.
"Bad." You responded.
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