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Chapter 387 Are you able to open the door?

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    Song Qinrong choked.

    To be honest, after being surrounded by hundreds of people, her ears are still buzzing and her brain is constantly resonating.

    I was so devastated that I didn¡¯t want to go through it again.

    But seeing Fu Sichen's appearance, she knew that he was really angry now.

    ¡°None of Fourth Master Fu¡¯s men are vegetarians, but if he doesn¡¯t speak, something will happen if he violently blocks it

    Thinking of this, Song Qinrong had no choice but to put her arms around the man's waist and soften her tone: "I can't come here so rarely and splash blood here, right?

    ¡°Besides, I know a few of those people.  If nothing else, just say Mo Ke.

    She is my editor and has been with me for five years. If she is injured, how can I have the dignity to see her in the future?  "

    Song Qinrong said, taking the initiative to move her head closer to Fu Sichen.

    A soft object was thrust into his arms, and the light fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose. Fu Sichen couldn't move.

    It seems that all the noise outside can't be heard, only the soft voice of the girl leaning on her chest: "Nothing happened to me, please don't be angry, ah."

    Fu Sichen remained motionless, but a small firework blossomed in his heart.

    ¡°Bang!¡±

    His eyes were deep, he lowered his head to meet the girl's eyes, his Adam's apple rolled: "You want me not to be angry?"

    Song Qinrong said "hmm".

    She is tall, over 1.7 meters tall.  When he was in Jiangning, he was even taller than several boys.

    But Fu Sichen was 1.88 meters tall and had long legs. Standing in front of him, Song Qinrong was made to look petite and pitiful.

    Fu Sichen lowered his head further and looked at her steadily: "Then, it depends on your performance."

    Song Qinrong¡¯s eyes changed, and she instantly heard the meaning of the other party¡¯s words.

    "Fu Sichen!"

    Fu Sichen said nothing, looking at her with eyes full of concentration, tenderness, and an increasingly unconcealable possessiveness.

    Song Qinrong's heart skipped a beat, knowing that if it continued like this, the other party's ideas might become more and more dangerous.

    She closed her eyes and her heart skipped a beat. For the sake of the stupid kids outside, she was forced to kiss online.

    "Hey!" She turned her head and kissed Fu Sichen on the cheek.

    But before she could finish the kiss and step back, she was hugged around the waist.

    Fu Sichen's face turned slightly, and he accurately captured her lips.

    "Well¡­¡­"

    Song Qinrong¡¯s eyes widened and she struggled to speak, but was bitten punitively by the man on the lip.

    She shuddered in pain and felt the arms around her waist tightening.

    The tip of the nose is full of the domineering smell of men.

    After these several experiences, Fu Sichen, who has a strong learning ability, has long been familiar with kissing.

    Within a moment, Song Qinrong was kissed profusely, and a layer of mist filled her eyes.

    The whole body is getting weaker and weaker, and is gradually sliding downward.

    Soon he was held firmly by Fu Sichen.

    The atmosphere in the room became hot and ambiguous.

    "Rong Rong!"

    Suddenly, Song Muyao's shocking shout came from outside the door.

    Song Qinrong just woke up from a dream, blinked her eyes, and hurriedly reached out to push the man who was still grabbing her.

    Fu Sichen frowned slightly, bit the girl's lips gently again, and then let go.

    It¡¯s just that there seemed to be some emotion that was about to burst out in those dark eyes, but it was suppressed by his reason.

    "Open the door quickly, you stinky Rongrong! What are you doing hiding in there? You can hide the truth, but you can't open the door to see me? Open the door! Open the door!"

    Song Muyao put her hands on her hips and shouted more and more energetically.

    It made Wei Li and Mo Ke cry out in cold sweat: "Yao Yao, that's Leng Zhu! What if your attitude makes you lose popularity?"

    After being reminded like this, Song Muyao remembered that what the other party was hiding was Leng Zhu's identity.

    That is Leng Zhu, the light of her dreams!

    Her lips trembled, feeling aggrieved and excited: "II don't want to, who knows that the idol I have liked for so many years is actually my cousin, who can bear it"

    "Squeak."

    The door opened.

    Song Qinrong stepped out slowlyHe opened the door, walked to Song Muyao, and handed something over.

    "Give."

    Song Muyao's face twitched.

    At this moment, her mood was so complicated that she didn't know what expression to use when facing Song Qinrong, so she had to try her best to stay calm and look as angry as possible.

    The kind of anger that can¡¯t be coaxed!

    "What is it?" Mo Ke moved forward curiously, and then exclaimed, "Oh my god! Is it your manuscript?"

    Song Qinrong nodded: "I originally wanted to bring it over and give it to you."

    Then he turned his head and said to Song Muyao: "At the end of the first part of "Qing Yi", Ruoruo was injured and her life and death were unknown. Didn't you want to know what happened to her?

    I have the answer you want in this manuscript.  "

    Song Muyao could no longer hold back, and the anger and indifference she had endured melted like ice and snow in an instant, turning into a smile as bright as a chrysanthemum.

    She immediately rushed forward and snatched Song Qinrong's manuscript: "Here, are you going to show me all this?"

    "Yeah." Song Qinrong smiled and responded warmly, "But you can only read it alone. After you finish it, you have to return it to me immediately."

    Listen, what kind of treatment is this?

    Fortunately, Song Muyao is Leng Zhu¡¯s cousin, otherwise, she wouldn¡¯t even be able to get past the wall blocked by those stinky-faced bodyguards.

    Song Muyao felt happy for a moment, how could she have any thoughts of settling scores?

    Holding the manuscript in hand, humming a tune, and bouncing with cheerful little steps, he hid in the room where Fu Sichen and Song Qinrong used to be to read comics.

    Without the terrifying crowd of idiot fans, without Song Muyao¡¯s angry scolding and beating, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became peaceful and peaceful.

    Wei Li was excited for a long time, and finally calmed down. He stepped forward and asked tentatively: "Leng Zhu, you, you are so beautiful, why don't you show your face when the ending credits are recorded?"

    "No." Song Qinrong shook her head firmly and refused.

    Are you kidding me?  Just a few minutes ago, I just enjoyed the treatment of losing my waistcoat in front of hundreds of people. Falling in front of the whole country?

    Song Qinrong shrank when she heard the man next to her chuckle.

    Is she still alive?

    Wei Li looked regretful: "Are you really not considering it? Leng Zhu, your face is really beautiful. Nuwa must have put a lot of effort into squeezing you.

    If it is not exposed, it will be a waste of art"

    Before Wei Li could finish talking, Fu Sichen had already spoken: "Don't reveal it."

    The man had an extraordinary aura, and his tone of voice was very calm, but his cold eyes were so cold that he was so frightened that Wei Li responded on the spot: "Okay, if you don't want to show it, don't show it, it doesn't matter"

    "That's right Rongrong!"

    Song Muyao ran out excitedly again at some point.

    After her anger subsided, she immediately returned to her usual good sister self, and even became friendlier and more considerate than before because of the manuscript.

    She grabbed Song Qinrong's sleeve: "Didn't your clothes just get wet from Fang Xin's coffee? Is it cold in such clothes? I have clothes there, can I take you to change?"

    When Song Qinrong heard this, the hair on Song Qinrong's hair stood up. She quickly retracted her hand and hid it by her side: "It's just a little splash, not too wet"

    Fu Sichen had already grabbed her arm and rolled up her sleeves.

    As expected, the gauze inside was dirty, and the gray coffee stains were clearly printed on the white gauze, which was conspicuous and dazzling.

    "Who did you say just now? Fang Xin?" The man's voice was sinister and cold, with a deep chill.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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