Fu Qingji wore a light-colored windbreaker with a jade-like figure and a gentle and handsome lining. A pair of peachy eyes drooped down and looked at Jiang Yan softly, “Why are Yan Yan’s eyes red? What did you just hear from Fu? What?”
“It’s nothing.” Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, with a low voice, “I just said a few words casually, I might be a little unhappy, I don’t have a good voice…”
She deliberately mapped, but didn’t make it clear, creating a sign that Fiona might be aggressive, and then immediately changed the subject, “But I’m used to it.”
Fu Qingjigang was disgusted by Patrick’s trouble with Mingzhi. He was even disgusted with Fiona. When Jiang Yan said this, the temperature in his eyes became colder, “You are all Fu’s family, you don’t need to endure her blindly. Endure, it will only make the other party get an inch.”
“Fu Sanshao, what do you think it is?” The security guard pointed to the bag hanging on the tree trunk in the distance and inserted a sentence.
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