In the era of fetal wear, she became the first socialite in Hong Kong

The next weekend, Fu Ziyan didn't have to go to work, so she canceled the private lessons tonight on the pretext of a hard week.

Fu Qiyuan knew full well that his daughter also had a date tonight. However, since she had obediently accompanied him for a morning run and rushed to help him read the newspaper, he turned a blind eye.

When a child is in love, you have to go along with her. If she is a little tough and rebellious, she will invest more in the relationship and increase the sunk costs, which will not be worth the loss.

Ti Ti is just having fun now, it’s not certain whether she really likes the boy from the Lu family.

"It's a good time to have fun today. You don't have to go to class." Fu Qiyuan finished speaking, and as expected, his little daughter smiled and said in a sweet voice, "Thank you, Dad~"

He raised his lips and said in a doting tone, "You are so good this once in a blue moon." She usually stays in bed all the time, so how could she take the initiative to come down and accompany him for a morning run!

Fu Ziyan was about to retort that she was clearly her father's most obedient and considerate child when she saw the housekeeper come in and report, "Mr. Lu is here."

Her eyes lit up immediately, and she quickly said goodbye to her father and walked out the door.

This made Fu Qiyuan helplessly shake his head and chuckle in front of the coffee table.

As soon as Lu Yan parked the car, he saw the girl he had been thinking about standing in the courtyard. She was wearing a pink skirt and looked proud, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

His face was full of smiles as he strode forward and handed a large bouquet of roses to Fu Ziyan. "Good morning, Yanyan. It feels like a long time since we last met. It's been two years now."

It was a very common love talk, but Fu Ziyan still felt sweet when she heard it, and she even sighed in her heart, it turns out that this is the correct way to fall in love. The previous one was indeed just playing house.

Fu Ziyan's lips curled up uncontrollably. She hugged the bouquet and casually handed the pearl handbag to Lu Yan.

Isn’t a boyfriend just a bag carrier?

She took a deep breath of the rose fragrance, a refreshing scent that carried the purity of plants and the freshness of flowers, sweet and slightly intoxicating, but not intoxicating or greasy.

"Where are we going today?" Fu Ziyan asked him as she handed the flowers to the maid behind her and sat in the passenger seat.

Lu Yan looked at her affectionately with his eyebrows bent, but his voice was serious as if he was taking an oath, "It's up to Yanyan to order."

Fu Ziyan couldn't help but laugh again, and after a moment of contemplation, she said, "Let's go eat at a street stall. We haven't eaten there in a long time."

It’s been a long time since I last ate it.

Ever since she got sick that year, Fu Qiyuan has been very strict about her food safety, and won't easily let her eat at street vendors. In her father's words, "If you want to eat something, just ask the chef to make it. It's fresher and more hygienic."

But how could the food made on the street be the same as that made by a chef at home? In her previous life, she felt that the fried chicken fillets at the entrance of the elementary school were not comparable to those in fast food restaurants and barbecue restaurants.

So Fu Ziyan would occasionally take her father on a business trip to a small stall to eat, but she had to eat in moderation, and as long as she didn't get an upset stomach, she wouldn't be discovered.

However, she has been too busy in the past two years and has no time to secretly eat food from street stalls.

Of course, Lu Yan would not refuse the idea of ​​kissing his girlfriend. In fact, the food at the stall was not unhygienic, but it was definitely not comparable to the fine preparations made by the chefs at home. At most, he could just eat more later.

Fu Ziyan took Lu Yan along to eat, and they shared a portion, from bowl cakes, cart noodles to tortoise jelly and pineapple buns, and they got along very sweetly.

The bodyguards behind them changed into ordinary clothes and stood behind the two of them at a distance, ensuring their safety while leaving space for the couple to spend time together.

Leaving space is one thing, but after all, the bodyguards have to pay attention to the safety of the young lady at all times. It is impossible not to pay attention to the young lady's situation at all times.

Fu Ziyan didn't feel uncomfortable with this. She was used to it. It had always been like this since she was a child. She had bodyguards following her wherever she went.

The bodyguards who followed him all the way couldn't help but feel jealous. They had never seen Young Master Lu so clingy before, and their young lady actually fell for it.

After they finished eating the pineapple buns, they continued walking forward hand in hand, and saw two people walking out of the shop in front.

A man dressed in a white shirt, black vest and trousers, with a hint of smile in his eyes, looked polite, handsome and elegant, simply a low-profile version of her father, and was undoubtedly one of the protagonists Fu Ziyan had just mentioned yesterday, Fu Zimu.

The "sick Xishi" standing beside him, with a graceful figure, gentle appearance and slender wrists, is naturally the other protagonist of the gossip, He Simian.

"Cousin Ziyan," Fu Zimu said in a low and restrained voice. He glanced at Fu Ziyan and Lu Yan's tightly clasped hands and acted like an elder brother. "Are you dating Young Master Lu? Does Second Uncle know?"

Fu Ziyan was always polite and courteous in public, never giving others gossip. She only said a few polite words and responded with a faint smile, "Good morning, big brother. This is my boyfriend, Lu Yan. Dad knows him. Who is this person next to you?"

She pretended to be ignorant, and it was natural for her to ask out of curiosity.

But Fu Zimu took a step forward, hiding He Simian behind him, and then answered her, "We are just ordinary friends, not worth mentioning."

Fu Ziyan: ...

Are you covering up so tightly for just an ordinary friend? Besides, she already saw it during the few seconds we were talking, so why are you still covering up so much? Has your IQ been eaten up by your love brain?

Then she saw an even more interesting scene.

The gentle and delicate Miss He, after pausing for a few seconds, seemed to muster up the courage, walked out from behind Fu Zimu's "broad and resolute" body, took a step forward, stood shoulder to shoulder with Fu Zimu, and looked up at Fu Zimu with shock and hurt in her eyes at first, and then full of concern and sincerity.

Fu Ziyan: ???

I mean, is this a play? It's like a delicate girlfriend mustering up the courage to fight for love.

Fu Ziyan was so happy that she almost ordered some fruit platter and nuts to fill her mouth.

Fu Zimu's eyes flashed with three parts of shock, three parts of guilt and four parts of emotion.

Good guy, really good guy!

This is the first time that Fu Ziyan has seen such a concrete expression of emotion in her eyes since she was a child. It turns out that the descriptions of the male protagonists in ancient novels are all true~

By the way, is Fu Zimu the hero of some book? Logically speaking, no one in their right mind could create such an emotional pie chart.

Then He Simian, who was standing side by side with Fu Zimu, spoke. Her tone was graceful and soft, full of the graceful charm of a Jiangnan woman. "Hello, Sister Ziyan, my name is He Simian, and I'm your eldest brother's." As she said this, she glanced at Fu Zimu with sadness in her eyes. "Just an ordinary friend."

"Hello, Miss He." Fu Ziyan nodded gently, her voice calm. "Besides, we are not familiar with each other, so you should just call me Miss Fu."

Fu Ziyan didn't want to give these two a chance to act, nor did she want to wait for them to be in love with each other. She looked at Fu Zimu and asked casually, "Cousin, what do you think?"

Fu Zimu looked at her and said calmly, "My cousin is right." This cousin was the second uncle's favorite child. He couldn't afford to offend her, so he could only bear the grievance.

Fu Ziyan ignored the incredulous look He Simian gave Fu Zimu and said goodbye. "Brother and Miss He, please feel free to do as you please. Lu Yan and I will leave first."

Because she had taken gene-modifying drugs, her hearing was particularly good. Although she was far away, if she listened carefully, she could still hear Fu Zimu's gentle voice coaxing He Simian.