Worried about being recognized, Sheng Congzhi wore a black mask, and at the moment, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were wide with surprise, even forgetting to stop his little movements.
Fu Yan had lost his temper at noon today and hadn't made a peep since; she thought he was angry and not talking to her, but unexpectedly...
Qin Zhenzhen blurted out, "Fu Gou..."
Fu Yan's fingers paused, raising his eyebrows at her.
Lu Jiangnian beside him had a face full of gossip, wanting to laugh but not daring to.
What the hell, Fu Gou?
Hahahaha...
Qin Zhenzhen quickly corrected herself, "Doctor Fu, Mr. Lu, what are you doing here?"
Fu Yan's fingers moved down, directly holding Sheng Congzhi's fingers.
It was quite cold in Beijing at the end of November, with temperatures reaching 0 degrees today, especially cold outside the stadium where the wind blew over the open space.
Sheng Congzhi had only been standing for a little while when she felt her fingers going ice cold.
