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In the afternoon, the sun is at its highest point.
The Fu family's villa seemed quiet.
Fu Yunzhi was in her study, concentrating on her homework.
The maid brought her some washed and cut fruit and quietly placed it on the table beside her.
Fu Yunzhi looked at the fresh and clean fruit, then looked at the sun outside, and said to the maid, "Send some to my sister-in-law as well."
Recently, she has been calling Shen Yao "sister-in-law". The servants in the villa are used to it and all know who she is talking about. In addition, there is a sweet atmosphere between the master and Miss Shen, not to mention it.
The maid nodded and said, "Yes, miss."
But just after she left Fu Yunzhi's room, she suddenly remembered that Miss Shen seemed to be no longer in the dance studio.
Besides, the husband has returned and is not downstairs at the moment.
Doesn’t this mean that the gentleman is most likely with Miss Shen?
Thinking of this, she gave up the idea of sending the fruit and cutting it. She decided to wait and wait until she saw Miss Shen herself appear, then quickly wash and cut the fruit and send it to her on a plate.
Otherwise, it would be embarrassing if the affection between Mr. and Miss Shen was disturbed.
At this moment, in Fu Chuanlin's room.
Chen Yao was just a little bit away from being eaten up from head to toe.
The man who was about to go on a business trip showed the last bit of restraint, but he took almost everything he could.
In the end, Chen Yao's body softened with sweat, and she felt numb and tingling all over her body, and it was very hot.
After the clouds and rain stopped temporarily, Fu Chuanlin hugged her and asked softly, "Yaoyao, can you record the dance you performed today and give it to me?"
Chen Yao was stunned, "Did you see the dance I practiced today?"
Fu Chuanlin pursed his lips and said, "Well, I saw it. You dance very well."
Chen Yao suddenly felt a little embarrassed when he praised her, and when he asked if she could record it and send it to him, she didn't know how to respond.
She rarely records this kind of operation.
When she practices dancing, she basically checks her movements, corrects them, and adjusts her steps in front of the mirror, and rarely records them.
Why would Fu Chuanlin suddenly make such a request?
She pursed her lips and gave him a questioning look.
Fu Chuanlin gathered the hair that fell on the side of her face, tucked it behind her ears, raised his eyes and asked softly, "Is it okay?"
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