When Fu Jichi was surrounded by people and came out of the hotel, a bright and pretty girl sat on the hood of his Maybach.
She crossed her legs and was typing on her mobile phone with her long and slender fingers. She had an angry look on her face. Fu Jichi saw her bulging cheeks at a glance, and a smile flashed in her eyes.
When the people around him saw the girl, they looked at each other blankly.
The rumored child bride of Mr. Fu?
Mu Qiluo looked away from her phone and saw Fu Jichi.
He is very eye-catching in the crowd, and his handsome appearance is particularly attractive.
Mu Qiluo pouted, a little angry, and her voice was full of complaints: "Fu Tuanzi, you actually made me wait for you for so long!"
Fu Jichi took her off the hood of the car, took her bag in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Luoluo, don't call her Tuanzi."
Mu Qiluo pulled his tie, sniffed him, and then frowned.
Lifting her into the passenger seat, Fu Jichi fastened her seat belt and chuckled: "Are you disappointed? I didn't drink."
His delicate facial features were magnified in front of his eyes. Mu Qiluo's breath was stagnant and she stopped talking: "Humph."
Her mother said that the best way to take down a man is to attack him when he is drunk.
Mu Qiluo still remembered her mother's proud face. After a while, her father put her in his arms and asked in a flirtatious tone, "Really? Sister? Huh?"
Yes, her mother is Ah Yue and her father is Mu He.
Two irresponsible parents threw her into the Fu family when she was a child and gave her to her godmother Yun Xing and godfather Fu Jingshen. Then they stayed together and traveled around the West Sea.
Mu Qiluo covered her face. It was because she had no conscience. Her godfather and godmother were so kind to her, but she actually had evil thoughts towards Fu Tuanzi, oh, no, now called Fu Jichi, their son.
Every time Fu Jichi went out to discuss business, Mu Qiluo would burn incense and beg Fu Jichi to get drunk so that she could cook rice as soon as possible.
She even thought about what posture to use. After all, she inherited several G's from her mother.
Fu Jichi went to drive and asked casually: "Will the internship start tomorrow?"
Mu Qiluo was in a bad mood and said in a low tone, "Yeah."
"Which company do you want to intern at? Do you want me to arrange it for you?"
Mu Qiluo ignored him. Hey, how could he be so considerate? He only gave it to a bad guy who didn't want to eat him.
Fu Jichi had been following Mu Qiluo since he was a child and knew her thoughts very well. He smiled at the corner of his lips and asked in a lazy tone: "Come to my brother's company?"
Mu Qiluo raised her eyebrows: "What position?"
"Secretary to the President."
Mu Qiluo's face was filled with excitement for a moment: "Is it the close-fitting kind?"
The kind of personal secretary in the novel, the kind who is in the office anytime and anywhere... ahem...
Fu Jichi: "......"
When getting out of the car, the little girl begged him to hold her. Fu Jichi patiently took her into his arms and carried her upstairs.
Mu Qiluo grew up in Fu Jichi's family. She was influenced by the love between Yun Xing and Fu Jingshen, and she always liked to stick to Fu Jichi.
Fu Jichi had always been spoiled by her, and he almost never rejected her except for the fact that she wanted to push him down.
Fu Jichi filled her with bath water, found some clothes, and exited the room: "After taking a bath, drink the milk on the bedside and go to bed early."
"oh."
She drew out her voice and was very decadent. Before Fu Jichi went out, she called him: "Brother..."
Fu Jichi turned around, and a petite figure rushed towards him. He reached out to catch her, grabbed her waist, lowered his eyes and looked at her: "Huh?"
"If you don't want to sleep, why don't you give me a kiss?"
Fu Jichi smiled helplessly. The little girl vowed to sleep with him when she became an adult.
Not wanting her low mood to continue until tomorrow, Fu Jichi lowered his head and placed a kiss on her cheek. The delicate touch of her skin made him squint his eyes, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Are you ready?"
Without falling on her lips, Mu Qiluo's small face was filled with misery, and her smart eyes soon became mist-filled.
Fu Jichi sighed and pressed her against the wall and his arms: "Do you like brother so much?"
Mu Qiluo: "I like it~"
"Luoluo, let's grow up a little bit more."
"Is twenty-one not old enough? Do you have to wait until I am 71 to feel old enough?"
Fu Jichi was amused and raised his hand to pinch her face: "You are still my brother's child at 71 years old."
Who wants to be a kid?
Mu Qiluo's face dropped: "If you don't like me, just tell me first. Then I will never like you again starting from tomorrow."
Fu Jichi stared at her, and the calm sea in his eyes began to surge, but he still held back his emotions and coaxed her: "How could Ah Chi not like Luo Luo?"
He held Mu Qiluo's chin, lowered his head and kissed her, as if he wanted to crush the little girl between his lips and teeth.
While breathing, he whispered in her ear: "When Ah Shen married Ah Xing, it was forced. The two misunderstood each other for many years and were separated for many years."
"Luoluo, my brother hopes that after you have seen the good and bad in the world, you still think that I am someone you can trust for life. It will not be too late to marry me then."
Mu Qiluo shook her head: "Nothing is better than Ah Chi."
*
When Yunxing arrived at Fu Jichi's villa, she opened the door and saw her son holding her goddaughter sleeping on the bed.
She quickly closed the door with a bang and called Fu Jingshen: "Ah Shen, hurry up, send out invitations and prepare for the dinner press conference."
"What's wrong?"
"The dumpling ate the glutinous rice."
Nuomi, Mu Qiluo’s nickname.
Fu Jingshen: "......"
Mu Qiluo, who was awakened by the silence, rubbed her eyes, and the next second a strong hand fell on her waist.
Fu Jichi's hoarse voice sounded in his ears: "Continue to sleep."
Mu Qiluo closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
If she had looked up just now, she could have seen the successful smile on someone's lips.
——Full text completed
Finished with flowers.
Except for Lin Xiao, it really gave everyone the best ending.
The initial setting was that An Yuan lost his life in a certain mission, but later the plot was changed because everyone really liked him.
If you think about it carefully, how can a person who is still gentle despite suffering not have a happy ending?
No more to say.
Thank you all for accompanying me here. Every gift, reminder, message, and comment is the motivation for me to write the finale.
It was the first time I wrote such a long story. Instead of being attacked or ridiculed, I received a lot of warmth and support. I really feel very lucky.
Spring is just around the corner, so I took a long vacation and wanted to go out and see the world.
The second book was conceived very early on, so I won’t publish it for now.
If we are destined, we will meet next month, or see you in the summer.
I wish you all the best and all the best to your little cuties.
