Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

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In the attention of the audience, Fu Qinglun stopped in front of Qiu Porcelain, and then slowly stretched out his fair and clean palm.

Gosh, Lord Shaobao is inviting her to dance!

Qiu Porcelain quickly passed his little hand over to him, "Master Shaobao, I ..."

She is very confident in her dance skills. For this party and this dance, she also paid a lot of money to hire a dance teacher.

But before she finished speaking, Fu Qinglun raised her hand and seized the number plate in her hand.

He didn't hold her hand, he didn't invite her to dance, he just did it for the number plate in her hand!

The appearance of autumn porcelain changed greatly.

Fu Qinglun lowered his handsome eyelids, his sharp eyes glanced at the number 18, and he lifted his thin lips, "Where did this number plate come from?"

Qiu Porcelain's eyes dodged, this number plate is fake.

The real number plate was in Lin Shizhen's hand, and she didn't give it to her.

"Less ... Master Shaobao, this number plate was given to me."

Someone gave it?

Mrs. Sikong took a step forward and whispered, "Asson, I personally gave the poem to this poem. Is it ... poem given to this Miss Qiu?"

Fu Qinglun turned his thin lips into a white arc, and he faintly turned to Qiu Porcelain, "Where is she?"

"She ... she ... I don't know."

Fu Qinglun glanced at the butler, "Go find it! Even if you dig the ground three feet, you must find her out!"

"Yes, Master." The housekeeper quickly led someone to look for Lin Shizhen.

The whole scene looked at each other. I didn't expect that the owner of Shaobao in Gutenberg was furious because of a Lin Shizhen.

At this time, Qiu's father stepped forward and protected his daughter Qiu Porcelain. "Siu Baozhu, our Qiu family and Guttinburg have always been friends. Porcelain and porcelain have always admired the Shau Baozhu. Who is the rule of this dance After getting the same number plate as the Lord of Shaobao, who can dance with the owner of Shaobao and be the young lady of Gudingbao, now my daughter has got porcelain. Does the owner of Shaobao want to change the rules? "

"Yes, Miss Porcelain has a crush on Master Shaobao. Now that fate is so, Master Shaobao should choose a good birthday to go to Qiu's house to marry Miss Porcelain." ...

Other bosses echoed.

"Old lady, what can you do?" Madam Si Kong was anxious and looked at the old lady next to her.

The old lady stood in place and did not come forward. Her turbid and sharp eyes fell on the number plate on Fu Qinglun's hand, and said in a small voice, "Don't you see that this number plate is fake?"

Mrs. Si Kong took a closer look. The number plate did show signs of being altered, and she could not see it if she did not look closely.

"Is there any reason, this lady Qiu came from a famous place and did such a deceitful thing. I'll tell Assen now and pierce her!" Madam Si Kong stepped forward angrily.

But the old woman reached out and stopped Mrs. Sikong. The old woman smiled secretly, "Do you think Assen didn't see it?"

"What do you mean?" Madam Si Kong was faint. Since Assen saw it, why didn't Assen poke her on the spot?

This Qiu family even dares to marry her daughter into Guttinburg to be a grandma, so shameless.

"Hehe," the old lady patted Mrs. Sikong's hand mysteriously and comfortably. "Assen had planned, this little poem was trapped in the nightmare of the past, lingering, it was time to push her!"

Mrs. Sikong is even more embarrassed. The old lady knows Assen, but she doesn't understand. What kind of medicine is sold in the gourds of the grandparents?

At this time, a low-alcohol magnetic voice came from my ear. "When this dance is over, I will naturally explain to Mr. Qiu and Miss Qiu."

Fu Qinglun said so.

Qiu Porcelain's eyes brightened quickly. What did he mean?

He did not promise to marry her, but he did not refuse!

Would he really marry her?

Those celebrities Shuyuan quickly gave envious eyes, and Fu Qinglun's ambiguous answer really gave great hope.

"Master," the housekeeper hurried over at this moment, "I have found Miss Lin!"

...

In the bathroom.

Lin Shizhen was still locked. She stood on a stool, opened the window, and looked down. It was about seven or eight meters high. If she jumped from here, she would be killed.

She didn't dare.

At this moment a sound of footsteps came from the door, "Master, Miss Lin is here!"

Is Fu Qinglun here?

The sound of the door opened in my ears, and the bathroom door was opened.

Lin Shizhen jumped off the stool quickly, but did not stand firmly, her heels slumped.

hiss.

it hurts.

She raised her eyebrows in pain, and her delicate body fell to the ground.

At this moment, a long and handsome figure was driving in the line of sight, and a strong arm wrapped around her lumbar limb, which was directly buckled into a warm and broad embrace.

She looked up, and Fu Qinglun's handsome face magnified in her sight.

He really came.

Fu Qinglun's handsome facial features were covered with a faint layer of frost, and his low-alcoholic voice also showed an unpleasant sternness. "Why so stupid that I can fall?"

"..."

Fu Qinglun held her in a chair, then squatted down on one knee, her long fingers provoked her tulle skirt, and wrapped her small and delicate ankles in her palm.

"Did you find it?"

He examined her injury intently, rough thumb rubbing against the delicate muscles on her ankles.

The place where he was capsized seemed to be burnt, and ripples quickly circulated, and Lin Shizhen quickly retracted his ankle.

However, the man held tight and did not let her take it back.

He lifted his handsome eyelid and looked at her, and tickled his thin lips. "When did you become so sensitive that you can't stand touching you?"

"..."

Lin Shizhen kicked him with his little white feet, "Will Mr. Smithson play hooligan like you will get the pleasure you want?"

"..."

Fu Qinglun grabbed her toes and gently massaged her in circular motions.

"Master Shaobao." The steward stood respectfully outside the door. "Would you like to call a doctor?"

Lin Shiyi glanced at the steward, and the dignified Lord of Fort Lauderdale actually squatted down and massaged her feet. The more ancient and mysterious the family man was, the more honored he was.

Lin Shizhen's cheeky face was steamed with two unnatural blushes, and she looked down at the man. He didn't feel anything wrong, and his face was focused and handsome, like a cut-out ink painting.

"Let the doctor come."

"Your feet, except me, must not be touched by others!" He said forcefully and arrogantly.

"... Fu Shao, why do you have time to come here, have you skipped the dance?" Lin Shizhen shifted a topic.

Fu Qinglun glanced sideways at the number plate on the washstand, then stood up and hugged her, "Let's go dancing now!"