Chapter 152

Fu Shuang drives Xu muzhou's car, a black Ferrari.

The car pulled over the urn, and Fu Shuang was unlucky. He drove directly to a second-hand car store and sold it.

He Xian was stunned: "sister Shuang, you..."

He didn't know what to say to evaluate Fu Shuang, so he could only give a dry thumbs up.

Fu Shuang didn't care, took the money to sell the car, added a little more, and took he Xian to buy a brand-new Ferrari sports car.

"Tut, this car is good, sister Shuang. She has a good eye!" He Xian thumbs up, praises repeatedly, and then frowns slightly, "but is this car too hard for girls to drive?"

"For you." Fu Shuang replied faintly.

He Xian was stunned. He pointed back at himself and shouted exaggerated, "what are you talking about? This car is for me?"

This sports car is nearly six million, which is enough even in the eyes of rich young masters of Hexian's grade.

He Xian knew that Fu Shuang was generous. The last set of high-end furniture was worth seven figures, but unexpectedly, she would carefully select a super run for him.

"Do you like it?" Fu Shuang smiled and squinted at him.

In the sun, the girl's face is pink and the fine fluff is plated with a layer of golden light, just like the light of Buddha, magnificent and holy.

He Xian suddenly felt that she seemed to fly slowly. She flew into the air and looked at him condescending. Her eyes were full of stars and rivers.

Goddess.

After a long time, he nodded blankly, "I like it very much."

"You like it." Fu Shuang smiled again, swiped the card crisp and signed.

I can't pick up the car until tomorrow. The old car has been sold. They can only solve the problem of going back by themselves.

"Take a taxi," He Xian suggested.

Fu Shuang shook her head and refused: "but I want to take a bus. Hey, I haven't taken a bus for a long time."

He Xian smoked at the corner of his mouth and took the bus?

He is a noble young master hatch. What does he look like by bus?

Fu Shuang squints and shakes her head to recall the past.

"When I was in college, I often took the bus to go shopping, watch movies, eat big meals, buy and buy... I tell you, there is a small commodity market in our school. There are many and cheap things. It's very good-looking. Tut, it's just that the quality is not very good."

"I used to buy a pair of good-looking pants, but on the first day of physical education class, the teacher asked us to warm up by pressing our legs. The crotch suddenly rotted, revealing the bright red autumn pants inside. You don't know. The students laughed at that time!"

Fu Shuang said and laughed. The laughter swept away the malaise of the previous few days and showed full vitality.

He Xian stared at her in a daze, his eyes in a trance and some lost.

For a long time, he sighed and regretted: "it sounds fun. Unfortunately, I don't have a chance to go to college in my life."

When Fu Shuang heard the speech, the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

She has no chance to go to college.

She wants to take the bus, just want to aftertaste the relaxed and happy time in college, which is her beautiful youth that she can't go back.

"Come on, I'll take you to the university where I used to study."

Fu Shuang pulled up Hexian and hurried to the bus stop.

As soon as he Xian's eyes lit up, he shouted happily, "OK", grabbed Fu Shuang's hand with his backhand, and SA Yazi ran away.

They ran to the bus stop in one breath. Fu Shuang's tired hands supported his knees and bent down to breathe.

He Xian laughed. Seeing that her brain was full of sweat, he raised his hand to wipe her without thinking.

Fu Shuang stared at him angrily, and his face dodged. He shouted angrily: "he boy, do you want to kill me?"

He Xian's hand stiffened, lost and took it back, grinning: "don't you live well?"

After a while, the bus came and they got on the bus. There were just two vacant seats, but one before and one after.

After two stops, a young mother with a baby came up and Fu Shuang got up to give up her seat.

The baby just turned one year old. He stretched out his fleshy little hand to grasp Fu Shuang. He chirped. His mouth, which had just grown several young teeth, was big, drooling, and his saliva towel was wet.

He Xian saw clearly that his goose bumps were falling to the ground.

Fu Shuang reached out and the baby grabbed one of her fingers, giggled and sent it to her mouth.

Fu Shuang smiled out of sight and teased the baby with great interest. He gently touched his fleshy face with an index finger and couldn't help pinching it gently.

He Xian kept his mouth straight. He had never seen a 20-year-old girl so interested in children that he didn't even dislike water.

Until he got off the bus, Fu Shuang was playing with the baby. He pinched his face, touched his hands, and gently rubbed his little feet. It was fun and almost passed the station.

Hector slobber her, and she could not help but Tucao: "frost sister, you are less than twenty years old, how can you love children?" saliva... "I make complaints about it."

Tucao finished, but did not receive a response, he looked at the past, make complaints about the frosty, hang his head, bite his lips, eyes staring at the boss, eyes red.

"Sister Shuang, what's the matter with you?"

Fu Shuang suddenly lost control, hugged He Xian and began to cry.

If only her child were alive!

It must be meat, especially cute. It smiles sweet and soft. It can bite her with tender and tender teeth, call her mother tender and soft, and make trouble to ask her to play with her, buy toys and buy delicious food

He Xian was dumbfounded, stiff and motionless. She couldn't understand. It was clear that she was still so happy just now and smiled like a fool who won the grand prize. How could she cry in the blink of an eye.

He helped Fu Shuang to sit down in the shade of the roadside, patted her on the back and comforted her silently.

For a long time, Fu Shuang's cry gradually lowered. His voice was hoarse, thirsty and anxious, and hurt badly.

He Xian sighed and said helplessly, "sister Shuang, what's the matter with you?"

Fu Shuang can't say it.

She missed her two children, but whoever she told them would think she was hysterical.

Those bitterness and pain can only be buried in my heart, a lonely aftertaste.

She wiped her tears, got up and left. After two steps, she said hoarsely, "let's go. It's getting late. Now go in and have lunch in the canteen."

He Xian was stunned again. He flashed round eyes and watched Fu Shuang's back farther and farther away from him.

Woman's heart, submarine needle, the old saying is true.

He didn't dare to hesitate. He supported the ground with one hand, rubbed it, jumped up and ran after it.