Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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Lin Shizhen looked up, and a handsome face magnified in her sight, "Jingtong, how are you?"

Here comes Fu Jingtong.

Fu Jingtong clasped Lin Shizhen's thin waist with a healthy arm. He gave Lin Shizhen a concerned look up and down. "Lion, I'm here to give you music scores. I just saw that you are in danger. Why, you have No injuries? "

"No." Lin Shizhen shook his head.

At this time Beichuan's exclaimed voice came, "President, you are injured!"

Lin Shizhen glanced sideways, Fu Qinglun stood not far away, and his right arm pulled out a deep mouth of blood.

Blood ran down his clean, white palms and dripped onto the floor.

The beautiful blood irritates people's eyes.

Lin Shizhen looked at the wine rack behind Fu Qinglun, and immediately understood, when he was about to make a splash, he jumped over and stabilized the wine rack.

In fact, he protected her.

Fu Qinglun stood in place, his handsome Sven's silhouette sank, Han Han stared at Lin Shizhen's waist, and Fu Jingtong clasped her thin waist.

The man's eyes were too gloomy. Fu Jingtong already felt it. He quickly retracted his hand and said hello, "Brother."

Fu Qinglun nodded.

"President, your hand is still bleeding, let's go to the hospital and bandage it." Beichuan anxiously.

Fu Qinglun didn't move, and his pair of cold eyes moved to Lin Shiyi's stunning face with a big palm.

Beichuan looked at Lin Shizhen. He knew that the president was waiting for his wife to speak.

The president wants his wife's attention.

Lin Shizhen retracted his gaze, "Jing Tong, aren't you here to send the score, let's go back and practice."

She and Fu Jingtong left.

she left.

Fu Qinglun's large palm dangled to her fist suddenly, her handsome eyelids were lowered, and the crimson lips drew a dim and lonely arc. Now, she looks at him too much.

...

Lin Shizhen got into Fu Jingtong's luxury car, and the luxury car was galloping on the road.

"Lion, Brother's car has been following us." At this moment Fu Jingtong said.

Lin Shizhen glanced through the rearview mirror, and sure enough, a Bugatti Veyron has been following closely behind.

He didn't go to the hospital to bandage, and followed her for what?

Then a melodious ringtone rang and her phone came.

Looking up, Fu Qinglun's phone.

Flicking her green fingers, she hung up.

Soon, he called again.

Lin Shizhen directly blacklisted his mobile phone number.

In the Bugatti Veyron, Beichuan was driving. Fu Qinglun was sitting on the back seat, leaning upright in the seat, two proud long legs stacked on top of each other. He squinted his sword eyebrow and listened to the busy voice coming from the inside. .

She pulled him black.

"Beichuan, what about your mobile phone?" Fu Qinglun dropped his mobile phone on the seat.

"President, here." Beichuan handed over his cell phone.

Fu Qinglun took out the white palm and took the mobile phone, then dialed out the familiar phone number.

"Hey," Lin Shizhen's clear voice came over, "Fu Shao, are you annoying?"

She found him annoying.

Fu Qinglun said in a calm voice, with a slight discomfort and warning, "Mrs. Fu, it's so late, you shouldn't be alone with a man, let alone take a man home!"

"Beep" twice and hung up the phone directly.

She hung up again.

Fu Qinglun turned his head and looked out of the window. The neon lights of the city reflected on his handsome Sven face through the window. He raised his hand to tear off the tie between his neck, but found that he was not wearing a tie. Why did he feel breathless?

In my mind was the scene where Fu Jingtong was hugging her waist just now.

He knew that she and Fu Jingtong often cooperated during this time. The two talented jade sons and talented girls, their cooperation made many people look forward to it, and in private those fans were standing by their cp.

Those fans waited for Lin Shiji to kick him, he went offline, and then helped Fu Jingtong to the top.

...

Lin Shizhen had real estate in Emperor. In front of an apartment, she took out the key from her bag and opened the apartment door.

Fu Jingtong walked in, and Lin Shizhen was about to close.

But at this moment a bright leather shoe came in, and Fu Qinglun came in. He stood against the door and didn't let her close it.

Lin Shizhen raised his eyebrows, "Fu Shao, are you over?"

Fu Qinglun pursed her scarlet lips, "Will I not be able to enter my house?"

"Your home?"

"The husband and wife have the same property, and your home is half of mine."

"... Fu Shao, you are like soft rice."

Fu Qinglun picked up Yingqi's Jianmei. "Mrs. Fu, if you want me to eat soft rice, I will be able to serve you comfortably in bed."

"..."

Lin Shizhen closed the door forcefully.

"His," Fu Qinglun snorted. He squeezed his injured right arm in the crack of the door and let her pinch. "Mrs. Fu, it hurts."

pain.

This man who had the right to Ye Ye, a man with noble blood in his bones, shouted "pain" to her.

Lin Shizhen said that she had given up and she let go of the doorknob.

...

Fu Qinglun walked into this apartment, but he was left hanging because Lin Shizhen and Fu Jingtong entered the practice room, and the two were in a row.

Fu Qinglun leaned against the door with high legs and long legs, looked at them, then he bent down his tall body and lit a cigarette, and he began to swallow the clouds and drive the fog.

Lin Shiying put her light fingers on the keys and played a sheet music, but she quickly raised her eyebrows because she was knotted in one place.

She played this place several times, but she couldn't play.

"Jing Tong, I don't think it's good here."

"Let me see."

Fu Jingtong came over, he put out his beautiful finger and pressed the key, and played it again, it really did not make sense.

Both are stuck here.

Beyond the door, Beichuan took a medicine box and said, "President, I will bandage the wound for you."

Fu Qinglun smoked the last cigarette, and then bent down his tall body and put the cigarette **** in the ashtray. He took the medicine box in Beichuan's hand and walked into the practice room, then put the medicine box in On the keyboard.

Holding out the knuckle-finger fingers, she held Lin Shizhen's light green hand and put a cotton swab in her palm. "Mrs. Fu, bandage my wound."

"..."

When Lin Shizhen wrote songs, she needed personal space. She didn't like to be disturbed by others. She immediately glanced at Fu Qinglun, "Fu Shao, I'm working!"

Fu Qinglun's cold eyes glanced down at the sheet music at her hand, and then she glanced back slightly. "Mrs. Fu, which is more important to work with your husband?"

He said that Fu Qinglun looked at Fu Jingtong, and his deep voice was strong with an unacceptable beak. "Jingtong, it's getting late. You should go back. My wife and I are going to sleep."

Fu Jingtong glanced at Lin Shizhen, then got up, "Okay, brother, lion, I'm leaving now."

Fu Jingtong went out. Before going out, he looked back at Fu Qinglun and Lin Shizhen.