Sick pet: Fu Shaonuan's wife has to be coaxed

Chapter 152 099: Why don't you ask me what I like?

Chapter 152 099: Why don't you ask me what I like?

At nine o'clock in the evening, Mu Jinyue told Kong Ansi that she was going back to Linru City tomorrow.

Kong Ansi was stunned, a little surprised: "Leave tomorrow? Is there something wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Mu Jinyue nodded, and said the excuse she had thought up a long time ago, "I forgot to bring my summer homework when I came here. If I don't finish it early, I always feel uneasy." After a pause, she said again: "My The things have been packed, so come and see if there is anything that needs my help."

As soon as Mu Jinyue said that the homework was not finished, Kong Ansi had no objection.

Kong Jing is a person who cares about face. Since he was a child, he has attached great importance to the grades of their children, so after growing up, Kong Ansi also thinks that studies are very important.

Mu Jinyue just grasped her mentality.

"I don't have anything to pack. I didn't bring many things with me." Kong Ansi smiled and touched her head. "But you, are you sure you have packed it? Haven't lost everything?"

Mu Jinyue nodded, and responded obediently: "Sure."

Kong Ansi sighed, a little melancholy: "My daughter is so good and capable, I feel that my mother is really useless."

Her tone was plaintive, but triumphant, and Mu Jinyue was amused by her: "No."

These things were taught to her by Kong Ansi before.

When Kong Ansi was not crazy, she was really a very competent mother. If she hadn't had an accident later...

Mu Jinyue's eyes dimmed, she lowered her eyelashes, and the light came from top to bottom. Her facial features were exquisite and three-dimensional, and the outline became more distinct. The eyelashes cast faint blue shadows on the eyelids, covering up those dark and surging emotions.

In the end, it was Mu Jinyue who helped Kong Ansi pack the things. Seeing that it was getting late, Kong Ansi sent her away and told her to go to bed early.

Mu Jinyue went back to the room, turned off the lights, and lay on the bed. At ten o'clock, the phone rang, but she didn't even open her eyes. She fumbled to connect it and put it to her ear.

"Hello." She hurriedly said before the other party could speak, "I will come back to visit you tomorrow."

After two seconds of silence, the person over there laughed, and a low voice came from the receiver, like a subwoofer echoing in the ears.

Mu Jinyue felt that her ears were a little hot, so she moved the phone away, thinking that if the phone was far away, the temperature would not be transmitted to her ears.

Fu Yan stopped laughing, and before she could ask what she was laughing at, his hoarse voice came: "Are you reporting to me?"

Mu Jinyue: "..."

She opened her eyes, the curtains were still drawn to cover it up tonight, the room was pitch black, and there was a hollow and eerie atmosphere.

"No," she denied, biting every word hard, as if emphasizing: "You think too much!"

"Really?" Fu Yan didn't believe it, and asked her again: "It's not a report, what is that?"

"Just to tell you."

"That's all?" Fu Yan smirked, and the rising end sound rippling: "Don't you want me to go back with you?"

Mu Jinyue tightened her five fingers holding the phone, her joints were faintly white, but no one could see her in the night.

No one saw the flash of blush on her face, and the embarrassment of being told what she was thinking.

She didn't really think much of it.

Fu Yan came to Suli City because of her, and now she is going back, so...will he go back together?

Mu Jinyue bit her lower lip, turned over, and buried her face in the quilt, "Who cares if you go back or not."

Because of the thin quilt, her voice was a little dull, and the coquettishness in her tone was softened, but it couldn't be completely isolated, and Fu Yan caught it.

His voice was full of joy: "You don't need to worry about me, I'm a good boy, I will follow you by myself."

Mu Jinyue didn't speak.

The night was quiet, the only sound in the room was her shallow breathing, and there was movement from Fu Yan on the receiver.

She could clearly hear him get out of bed, turn on the light with his slippers on, and then the sound of the suitcase rollers rubbing against the ground.

Almost subconsciously, she bent her eyebrows and eyes, her eyes were as bright as stars, but she didn't know it.

"Cough," the throat was a little dry, Mu Jinyue cleared her throat, and then pretended not to care, "Who wants you to follow, you can go wherever you want, it has nothing to do with me."

"Tsk," Fu Yan said quietly, "I really have no conscience."

Mu Jinyue curled up her legs, almost huddled under the quilt.

She was about to argue when Fu Yan spoke again.

His voice was deep and sweet, with a touch of pampering, as if he was coaxing a disobedient child.

"It has nothing to do with you, but where you are is where I want to go."

Mu Jinyue blushed: "Stop talking nonsense, pack your things quickly."

"Who said I was packing up?"

"I could hear the trunk rollers."

"Ah, that," he said lazily, "I just want to change the place of the suitcase."

Mu Jinyue: "..."

She became a little angry from embarrassment: "Then you change places slowly and hang up!"

"Don't, don't, don't," Fu Yan quickly showed weakness, and his attitude of admitting his mistake was very good: "I was wrong! I was just packing my luggage, and I was joking just now."

One second before hanging up, Mu Jinyue silently withdrew her hand.

"By the way," Fu Yan asked, "How did you go back?"

"Airplane." After a pause, she added, "With my mother."

Fu Yan paused when he folded the clothes, and his voice was unconsciously tense: "Is your mother here?"

Mu Jinyue let out an 'hmm'.

Fu Yan threw the clothes in his hand on the bed, squatted beside the bed, and the suitcase he just packed was messed up by him again: "Then what kind does your mother like?"

Mu Jinyue thought for a while: "Maybe, I like those with a more student spirit."

She remembered that Kong Ansi had praised Cui Yongwen the day he first came back, saying that he was a hard-working, serious, and good boy who loved to study.

Fu Yan lowered his head, the bed was covered with clothes, but...

Punk style, casual style, motorcycle style, there is no so-called "student style".

Fu Yan stood up, holding the mobile phone in one hand, and the other on his waist. He looked around the bed, then turned around decisively, and walked out the door.

After Mu Jinyue finished speaking, she waited for a long time before Fu Yanwen came, when she heard a "click" closing the door, she blinked and asked in surprise, "Are you going out?"

"Well, go out and do some shopping."

"This point?" Mu Jinyue took down the phone and glanced at the time, a little curious: "Is it something important?" If it's not important, there's no need to go out to buy it in the middle of the night.

"Well, it's very important." Fu Yan changed his shoes and went out, the neon lights were shining with colorful lights, all of which melted into his dark eyes, like a night inlaid with stars.His voice was accompanied by the evening breeze, with an indescribable tenderness: "This is the first time I meet my parents, I have to prepare a 'student style' clothes."

meet parents...

Mu Jinyue was startled, as if a gorgeous firework had exploded in her mind, it took her a long time to react, and she retorted shyly, "What parents are you seeing, what are you thinking about!"

This guy speaks too recklessly.

Fu Yan just smiled: "Even if you don't meet your parents, you have to make a good impression and prepare for the future."

"Why didn't I know, you have such a strong brain power?" Still getting ready, you didn't even write a word!

Having said that, Mu Jinyue couldn't restrain the upward curve of the corner of her mouth. She pursed her lips tightly and kept her face as tight as possible, for fear that her voice would be stained with a smile.

After all, the guy on the other end of the phone is very sensitive, if he can hear it, wouldn't he be going to heaven.

She was thinking wildly, when Fu Yan asked again: "What color does your mother like?"

"Light blue." She replied, and then asked casually, "Why don't you ask me what color I like?"

These words were completely blurted out, she didn't even think about it, and only after asking the words did she feel something was wrong.

It's too ambiguous.

Mu Jinyue bit her lip, and was thinking about saying something casually to fool her, when a deep and magnetic voice sounded in her ear.

"You like black and white, and light pink." Fu Yan answered quickly, and did not forget to complain about her: "Your preferences are a bit different."

In his heart, Mu Jinyue is the most suitable for pink.

Well-behaved, soft and cute, very cute, just looking at it makes me want to hug and pamper her.

Realizing that his head was starting to be full of waste again, Fu Yan's ears felt hot, and he thought: Fortunately, this is a phone call, and she can't hear her own voice, otherwise, she must be angry.

Mu Jinyue didn't know that Fu Yan was thinking wrong again, she was just a little strange: "How do you know?"

She has never told anyone about her preferences, and she is very casual even in life. Even Bai Heyun, who grew up with her, didn't know that she likes pink.

Fu Yan didn't answer but asked instead: "Do you still remember the marshmallow last time?"

"remember."

Only then did Fu Yan explain: "You ate the pink part of that marshmallow last, and you ate it very slowly."

He knows the details that are easily overlooked.

Mu Jinyue didn't speak for a long time, she licked her dry lower lip, her voice became softer: "That's it? Maybe it's because I don't like pink?"

"Also, the straws you held in those two glasses of juice are all pink." Fu Yan paused, and then said, "Whether you like it or not, it will be written on your face."

Mu Jinyue's palms were sweating, she wiped them gently with her thumb, her heart was beating like thunder.

She wanted to ask him if he knew anything else she liked besides the color he liked.

But in the end, the words couldn't be asked out.

The next day, the wind was smooth and the sun was shining brightly, making it a good weather for traveling.

When Mu Jinyue and Kong Ansi came back, it was Kong Anqing's assistant, Zhou Jiahao, who came to pick them up, but when they left, they took a taxi and left.

In the taxi, Kong Ansi was a little unhappy: "Father, really, why do you have to send all the drivers out to handle errands at this time."

Mu Jinyue just smiled and said nothing.

It was within her expectation that no one would send them off on purpose.

Yesterday, she completely broke up with Kong Jing, and Kong Jing probably gave up on the matter of recognizing her back to the Kong family, so naturally he didn't need to be polite to the daughter who was kicked out of the Kong family.

But Kong Ansi was a big-hearted person, she just complained a few words, seeing that Mu Jinyue didn't care, she quickly put this matter behind her.

Mu Jinyue had already booked the air ticket. As for what Fu Yan said about "meeting the parents" yesterday, Mu Jinyue didn't care at all.

——She took a special look yesterday, and there were no tickets left.

However, after getting on the plane, Mu Jinyue was dumbfounded when she saw the people sitting there.

She and Kong Ansi were sitting next to each other, across the aisle, and on the other side was a young man.

Mu Jinyue stared at him in a daze, and didn't recover for two seconds.

Fu Yan wore a plain white shirt and light blue suit pants, all buttoned up to the top. He was meticulous, and his hairstyle was obviously well-groomed, which added a bit of obedient and gentle temperament, and softened the evil spirit of his facial features. , very much like the handsome young man who came out of the comics.

The most important thing is that he also wears a pair of rimless glasses, which looks very bookish, but a bit less innately unruly...

Mu Jinyue was stunned for too long, and Kong Ansi behind her couldn't help being surprised, and patted her on the shoulder: "Yueyue, what's wrong?"

After she finished asking, she followed Mu Jinyue's line of sight, dazed for a moment, but after all, she was old, past the age of a nymphomaniac, and the other party looked like a child, so she just glanced at him. Withdrawing his gaze, he said to Mu Jinyue with some amusement: "My eyes are almost staring straight."

When she said this, she deliberately lowered her voice, fearing that Mu Jinyue would be shy.

But Mu Jinyue's ears were still red, and she wanted to defend herself, but she had nothing to say.

She just stared straight at it, and couldn't even find an excuse.

I don't know if Fu Yan heard that sentence, Mu Jinyue just felt that he glanced at her, seemingly inadvertently, but it made her feel uncomfortable everywhere.

"Auntie, hello." Fu Yan stood up, with a faint smile on his lips, and politely greeted Kong Ansi: "I am Mu Jinyue's classmate."

"Classmate?" Kong Ansi was surprised, looked at him, then turned to look at Mu Jinyue, with a flash of understanding on his face, with a narrow smile in his eyes: "So it's someone I know."

Mu Jinyue looked over, but still felt a little overwhelmed.

In her impression, Fu Yan was flamboyant and rebellious, the boy who seemed to be able to fly when riding a motorcycle.But now, he is dressed in a simple and elegant outfit, wearing glasses, and he really looks like a good student.

But thinking about it carefully, his grades are indeed very good, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a good student...

Realizing that her thoughts were flying far away again, Mu Jinyue quickly regained her senses, gently pulled Kong Ansi's arm, and said in a low voice: "It's a classmate in the next class." After a pause, she continued: "He called Fu Yan is number one in the science class."

As soon as the words fell, Mu Jinyue immediately felt the scorching gaze diagonally ahead.

She immediately regretted it, wishing she could go back ten seconds ago and take back what she just said.

Whether Fu Yan's grades are good or not, what does it have to do with her?Why did she have to tell Kong Ansi?

But obviously, Kong Ansi didn't think so.

She was a little surprised: "Really?" After feeling emotional, she looked at Fu Yan differently.

Mu Jinyue suddenly remembered what Qiao Bin had said.

At that time, when the results of a certain monthly exam had just come out, he looked at the miserable and lonely single digit on the paper, and shouted to the sky, "For some parents, grades are the only criterion for judging their children. ah."

(End of this chapter)