Young Master Fu’s Incredible Real Heiress

Shi Jin snorted at Song Fan: "Have you heard, tell you to talk nonsense!"

Song Fan: "..."

Life is not easy, I help sigh.

Fu Xiuyuan glared at him.

Song Fan straightened his back immediately: "I won't dare to talk nonsense in the future. Miss Shi and Master Fu are a match made in heaven. They even...even the behavior of smashing the TV is so consistent, worthy of being a husband and wife file!"

Fu Xiuyuan's expression gradually softened. He didn't know how to coax Shijin for a while, so he had to hug her, his posture was a little stiff, as if he was afraid of hurting her, and he seemed afraid that she would escape from his arms.

Shi Jin poked his head to look at Song Fan: "It's pretty much the same!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Shi." Song Fan endured.

Fu Xiuyuan glanced at him sternly: "African side..."

Song Fan's face paled with fright, he didn't want to go to Africa!

Shi Jin is harmful!

Shi Jin hurriedly interrupted Fu Xiuyuan's words: "Fu Xiuyuan, I think Song Special Assistant also knew that he was wrong, so it's better to punish him to squeeze three glasses of juice for me."

Without waiting for Fu Xiuyuan to look over, Song Fan immediately said: "I'm going now! Get it right away!"

Shi Jin glanced at the mess on the ground and said in a low voice, "Fu Xiuyuan, what should I do?"

She felt distressed when she looked at it. She didn't think much about it when she smashed it. It was only after she smashed it that she realized that these things were all worth a fortune.

Meat hurts.

"It's okay, you like to smash, and more." Fu Xiuyuan said without frowning.

"No need, no need. It hurts to hit me."

Fu Xiuyuan shook her hand, and Shi Jin immediately buckled his hand. In his ink-colored pupils, his emotions were stable and peaceful, shining with stars.

Shi Jin is very satisfied. I have to say that tonight's performance is really worth it.

Otherwise, I'm afraid I can't appease this angry lion.

It didn't make him realize so quickly that he minded this matter.

It's just... the poor Song Special Assistant who was wronged.

Song Fan quickly brought the juice, Shi Jin took a glass and handed it to him: "I can't drink so much, Song Tezhu, let me drink this glass for you."

While Song Fan came to pick up the juice, she lowered her voice and quickly said, "I'm sorry Song Tezhu, I will make you apologize for this glass of juice. Don't worry, I will never let you go to Africa."

Song Fan was stunned for a moment, and when he looked at Shi Jin again, he suddenly felt mixed feelings.

Is he about to usher in the spring of his career?

Shi Jin took the juice and went upstairs with Fu Xiuyuan.

When he arrived upstairs, Fu Xiuyuan lowered his head and saw a drop of blood leaking from the back of her instep.

His eyes condensed, he immediately bent over slightly, and hugged her up.

"Hey, Fu Xiuyuan..." Shi Jin clasped his shoulder nervously.

No way, no way?

Is this going to be a couple's life again?

She is not ready yet!

Feelings need to be cultivated!

Her body softened and touched the mattress. The physical touch made her feel at ease. Fu Xiuyuan grabbed her foot and wiped the blood with a cotton swab.

Shi Jin realized that he was injured.

She rubbed her face, she really thought too much.

Fortunately, it just broke a little.

When spraying alcohol, Shi Jin whispered: "It hurts."

Fu Xiuyuan’s eyes were filled with a wave of thick ink, and Shi Jin said in a low voice, “So I won’t smash things in the future. It doesn’t matter if you smash things, but if you hurt yourself, I hurt my flesh and you hurt my heart.”

Fu Xiuyuan took the band-aid by his hand and paused.