But Song Qingyou turned and left.
Fu Wenzhou stared incredulously at her departing figure, opened his mouth, but still couldn't call out to her.
Not long after, Song Qingyou returned, holding her phone and taking pictures of him.
Fu Wenzhou froze. "What are you doing?"
Song Qingyou found a good angle and took a few photos. Her fingers flew across the screen as she said without looking up, "They look good. I'll take a couple to use as my screensaver."
Fu Wenzhou's eyes lit up, but he deliberately kept a straight face.
"Really? Who's prettier, me or Gu Shaoqin?"
Song Qingyou paused, her fingers moving slightly.
Oh, so that's where the root of the problem lies.
She deliberately stopped talking, and the man got anxious. He snorted and turned around to chop the display board with a loud thud.
Song Qingyou smiled and said slowly, "I didn't take a good picture just now, can I take two more?"
Fu Wenzhou put down his knife, turned around and leaned against the glass table, gazing at her with a languid expression on his handsome face.
Although she was angry, she looked surprisingly good.
The young CEO of Beijing should have this kind of unruly, domineering demeanor.
Click.
"Alright. You can continue cooking." Song Qingyou lowered her head and fiddled with her phone again.
The next second, the light in front of me went out.
The man hooked her chin and lifted her face, his eyes filled with a deep, almost overflowing, grievance.
Song Qingyou's eyes crinkled with laughter without her saying a word. "You're beautiful."
Fu Wenzhou, who was originally furious, suddenly lost all his anger with a hiss.
"oh."
Song Qingyou held her phone screen right up to his eyes. "Which photo do you think would look better as my wallpaper?"
Fu Wenzhou lowered his eyes and saw his reflection on the screen with a sullen face, looking incredibly childish.
He snatched the phone, saying, "None of them are good-looking."
He then pinned her against the wall and gave her a light bite on the nose: "Youyou, you're not allowed to smile at other men anymore."
Song Qingyou pursed her lips and smiled at him.
It was the first time I experienced the joy of teasing him.
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