Chapter 325 I Like You
After becoming Fu Sheng's girlfriend, she learned about the Fu family's situation and saw Fu Zheng's photos on the Internet.
I just didn’t expect that they would go shopping together in the mall even though they were divorced. Maybe they want to remarry?
"Well, Fu Zheng," Wen Liang introduced Fu Zheng, "this is Third Brother's girlfriend, Xie Min."
Fu Zheng glanced at Xie Min indifferently without saying anything.
Xie Min showed a hint of embarrassment on her face and glanced at Wen Liang.
Wen Liang tried to smooth things over, "That's just his personality, it's not directed at you."
Xie Min nodded stiffly and changed the subject, "Miss Wen, would you like to come in and take a look? We just got a new batch of clothes in the store."
"Then let's go in and take a look." Wen Liang paused and said.
Xie Min led them in with a smile and introduced the new spring products to Wen Liang.
Fu Zheng followed Wen Liang holding the dolls.
The weather is getting warmer, and it's time to change into spring clothes. Wen Liang picked out a spring long skirt and went to the fitting room, and Fu Zheng waited for her on the side.
Xie Min looked at Fu Zheng's back, walked up to him, and asked with a smile, "Second brother, are you and Miss Wen going to remarry soon?"
Fu Zheng said calmly, "I don't like people who have no sense of boundaries."
Xie Min's face turned pale and she explained, "I'm not..."
Before she could finish her words, Fu Zheng glanced at her with a cold look.
Xie Min fell silent and didn't dare to say anything further.
Suddenly, someone behind him patted Fu Zheng's shoulder affectionately, "Cousin?!"
Fu Zheng turned slightly sideways and looked back at the strange woman in front of him, raising an eyebrow, "Do I know you?"
The woman had a beautiful face, was wearing fashionable branded clothes, and had a limited edition bag slung around her waist. She didn't seem to be trying to flirt with me.
When the young woman saw Fu Zheng's face clearly, her heart was shaken.
Fu Zheng's eyes darkened.
The woman came back to her senses, her cheeks flushed, and she showed an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person, you look too much like my cousin."
She had met a man on the Internet who looked very similar to her cousin, Fu Zheng.
She had also seen Fu Zheng's English speech, which was barely comparable to her cousin's.
The person in front of me looks more like Fu Zheng than my cousin.
Fu Zheng frowned and turned away without saying a word.
"Wait." The woman called out to him and walked forward with her phone. "Can I add you on WeChat?"
She could tell at a glance that his clothes were custom-made, the fabrics and workmanship were of great value, and the watch exposed in his right hand holding the doll was also a global limited edition of a certain brand.
Anyone who can afford to wear this must be of extraordinary status. This is in Jiangcheng, so maybe it is really Fu Zheng himself.
Fu Zheng refused, "Sorry, I don't add strangers on WeChat."
He carried the dolls to the seats on the other side.
The woman looked at his back, a trace of annoyance flashing in her eyes. She glanced at Fu Zheng, then turned her eyes and said to Xie Min, "Do you have any new products in your store?"
Xie Min just felt that the woman wanted to seduce Fu Zheng and had no good feelings for her. "It's over there, you can go and see for yourself."
The woman's face changed. Why is the shopping guide in Jiangcheng so rude?
If that handsome guy wasn't still there, she would have wanted to maintain her image, otherwise she would have called their manager to complain.
The woman glanced at Fu Zheng and turned away.
Wen Liang came out of the fitting room wearing a new long dress and adjusted her collar in front of the mirror.
Xie Min stepped forward and praised, "Miss Wen, you have a great figure. This skirt suits you very well."
Wen Liang moved further away from the mirror, took a look at the whole thing, then turned sideways to observe, "Not bad."
She has fair skin and a well-proportioned figure. She is not picky about clothes. Even if she puts on a sack, she looks good in it.
Fu Zheng walked over and looked at Wen Liang in the mirror. "It looks good. You don't need to change it."
"OK."
She took out the sweater and skirt from the fitting room, folded them, put on her coat, and went straight to the counter to pay.
"Aren't you going to pick a few more?" Xie Min glanced at Fu Zheng and hinted, "You have such a great figure, many clothes will suit you well."
Fu Zheng didn't respond.
Wen Liang smiled and said, "There's something else, let's talk about it later."
"Okay then." Xie Min walked them out. "Goodbye."
After Wen Liang and the others left, Xie Min returned to the store. A free colleague approached her and said, "Minmin, those two just now seemed to be..."
Xie Min nodded calmly, as if it was all business. "It's them, my boyfriend's brother and sister-in-law."
"I really envy you for having such a good boyfriend."
Xie Min smiled and said modestly, "There's nothing to envy. Being the daughter-in-law of a wealthy family isn't easy either."
“Ordinary families aren’t much better off.”
After a few words, the two separated and the colleague rolled his eyes silently.
It hasn't been long since they started dating, but she already calls herself the "daughter-in-law of a wealthy family."
It’s not certain whether you can enter a wealthy family!
Coming out of the store, Wen Liang saw that Fu Zheng still looked cold and indifferent. "What's wrong with you?"
Fu Zheng said, "Fu Sheng's vision is not very good."
Wen Liang: “…”
She thought of her second aunt's previous complaints.
Fu Sheng was busy with work those two days. After so much time had passed, Second Aunt should have told Fu Sheng about what happened that day, but there was no movement, which showed that Fu Sheng didn't think it was a big deal.
"Everyone has their own perspective. Maybe Third Brother likes this."
"Well, you're right." Fu Zheng said, "I like people like you."
Wen Liang glared at him.
The beautiful girl she secretly loved had been transformed into a slick elementary school student after the test of time.
The two of them got up late, and it was noon when they finished their meal. The afternoon passed by casually, and it was already evening.
We had snail noodles for dinner.
Thanks to Wen Liang, Fu Zheng's handsome face wrinkled in pain.
How can there be such a thing as snail noodles in this world?
Suddenly, lamb didn't seem so unacceptable.
After dinner, the two took a walk on the street.
Fu Zheng asked, "Go back?"
Wen Liang shook his head, glanced at Fu Zheng, and smiled, "I want to go to the bar."
Fu Zheng paused, "...it's not good to drink so late at night."
"If you don't drink, I will."
Whether Wen Liang did it on purpose or because of Fu Zheng's physical condition, he couldn't drink.
Seeing Fu Zheng not saying anything, Wen Liang snorted, "If you don't go, I'll go by myself!"
Twenty minutes later, the two arrived at the bar on the B1 floor of the club and found a booth to sit down.
Wen Liang ordered some wine and sipped it slowly, while Fu Zheng had hot water in front of him.
The bar was dimly lit, with colorful lights flashing on the dance floor. A rock singer was performing on the stage, and there were many people cheering him on.
Wen Liang doesn't like listening to rock music, probably because she is a nostalgic person and prefers listening to old songs.
An idea popped into his mind, and Wen Liang poked Fu Zheng's arm.
Fu Zheng: "Hmm?"
"Go up and sing a song."
Fu Zheng paused, looking at Wen Liang in disbelief. Seeing that Wen Liang was not joking, he said, "I'm afraid that won't work. Ordinary guests are not allowed to come on stage casually..."
"Are you an ordinary customer? I remember this bar seemed to be opened by Han Feng?" Wen Liang raised his eyebrows.
Fu Zheng: "..."
She has a really good memory.
When Fu Zheng called, Han Feng was playing cards with his friends.
Seeing the caller ID, he said "hush" to his poker friends and answered the call, "Hello, Brother Zheng, what's up?"
Fu Zheng's words were concise. Han Feng was surprised and said, "Strange, Brother Zheng, why do you want to go up and sing?"
"Don't talk nonsense."
"Okay, okay, I'll call and tell them right now." Han Feng hung up the phone.
My friend next to me immediately asked, "A Zheng? Does he want to sing on your stage?"
"Yes." Han Feng nodded and made a phone call.
"This is not like him. Why would he go to the bar counter and sing?" The friend was incredulous.
Lu Changkong sneered, "Why else?"
Of course it’s for that woman Wen Liang!
He felt that Fu Zheng had changed a lot in the past six months. Not only was he bewitched by Wen Liang, but he was also so cruel as to ignore Siyi who was in detention.
How could Siyi do such a thing as colluding with Deputy Director Ma?
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