Lord Fu’s Forensic Wife

The atmosphere at home suddenly became jubilant again, unlike before, I was always worried.

Just after lunch, Fu Jiyan received a series of urging calls from his agent and assistant.

Although the interview is scheduled for four o'clock in the afternoon, there will be a delay on the way.

When you arrive, you have to do makeup, styling, and so on.

Basically, there is not much free time left.

A certain person put on a private high-end custom suit again. Looking at it this way, he looked quite human.

And Su Zhixiao is also changing clothes in the next room right now, preparing to go to the class reunion.

Men, the speed of changing clothes must be much faster than women.

After changing all the outfits, go out.

When he reached the door of the opposite room, he knocked on the door, and then pushed the door open and went in.

Su Zhixiao's back was facing the door, and when he heard the movement, he turned his head to look, and when he saw the person coming:

"How did you get in?

Forget it, since you're here, help me. "

Fu Jiyan glanced at it, and the corners of his lips were obviously raised:

"Can't you zip it up?"

Su Zhixiao took a deep breath:

"Can you stop talking nonsense?"

Stuck up and down, strange uncomfortable.

The man stepped forward, looked at it carefully, and finally stretched out his hand, asking:

"Why do you still wear it when you're too young?"

Is it because the poor Fu family can't afford it or what?

With a whoosh, the zipper was finally pulled up.

God, the kind of stomach that doesn't dare to relax at all.

"I bought this skirt a few years ago, and it was quite loose when I wore it."

If you don't just think about going to a class reunion, it's rare to sell new skirts, and you'll just wear the old ones.

Who knew it was so much smaller?

A certain person crossed his arms and folded his chest, looking at the woman in front of him with a half-smile. When he saw something, his throat tightened slightly, and his eyes became meaningful:

"Hey, are you going to wear this skirt to the class reunion?"

Su Zhixiao didn't realize the meaning of the man's words for a while:

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

The skirt is not worn or worn, it looks quite new.

Someone didn't say anything, but started directly.

The zipper that was pulled up just now was pulled down again in an instant.

"Don't wear this to go!"

Um?

Su Zhixiao frowned:

"Fu Jiyan, do I need your permission to wear anything?

Are you Huang Shiren? "

Ah.

"Whether Huang Shiren is Huang Shiren or not, I don't know, I only know that I am your man!

Your man won't agree with you wearing this now!

So, change! "

Such a tight skirt can basically be seen at a glance.

If you want to wear it alone at home, someone will never have the slightest opinion.

But if you want to go out, unless you kill him now and step out of the corpse!

You can't imagine the terrible possessiveness of a man.

Su Zhixiao is straightforward, and a little angry:

"No change!

You get out of here! "

In the living room, Su's mother heard the movement in the room, so she could only get up and go to check, standing at the door:

"What are you two doing?"

"Mom, I didn't make trouble!" I didn't even get angry.

"Little Fu?"

Someone said slowly:

"Mom, the skirt Ah Xiao is wearing is too small. I asked her to change into another one to go out. If she refused, she would make trouble with me!"

Sue!

A certain person has no self-consciousness that he is complaining.

As soon as Ms. Su heard it, she understood what her son-in-law meant.

I really wanted to laugh, but seeing my daughter's angry look, I could only laugh in my heart, walked in, and rummaged through the closet.

Finally, I really found a black lace dress:

"Okay, girl, you wear this. I bought it when I went to the mall last time. I haven't had time to wear it yet."