Chapter 9
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Su Yang said sincerely, "Mr. Fu, you're really rich!"
Fu Zhou laughed out loud. He turned around and turned on the lights. He said, "This building was originally developed by the Fu family. I just kept one for myself as a backup."
The light was a bit dazzling. Su Yang raised his hand to cover his eyes and whispered, "Then how many people did you arrange for here? Like the big guy who brought me here last time, there can't be people on every floor, right?"
Fu Zhou poured a cup of warm water and handed it to him. He smiled and said, "Why, are you traumatized? There are only people on the upper and lower floors. Don't think too much about it. "
Su Yang nodded obediently, but he felt more and more uncertain. Why would a proper businessman hire so many bodyguards? It's not normal at all!
But he was too embarrassed to ask this question directly. He sipped his tea and quietly looked at Fu Zhou. The man was wearing loose home clothes. His hair was sticking to his temples. His eyes were filled with a gentle smile. No matter how you looked at him, he was a pure and harmless person.
Although he was forced to stay in the beginning, it was only a verbal threat. He didn't really hurt him. When he was sick, he even bought him medicine to make ginger soup … Well, although it tasted terrible, it was for his own good. He really shouldn't measure the heart of a gentleman with his own mean measure!
Thinking of this, he decisively threw his previous suspicions to the back of his mind. He took out his guitar from his bag and sat on the sofa to adjust it. He asked,
"Mr. Fu, do you have any songs you want to listen to?"
"You can do whatever you want. I don't know these things."
Fu Zhou calmly sat down across from him. He looked at Su Yang's serious expression and couldn't help but laugh. He actually didn't like listening to pop music. He just wanted to tease Su Yang and see how many songs he learned from that amateur club.
Su Yang seriously pondered for a moment. Then he slowly plucked the strings. A light rhythm with the smell of spring flowed from his fingertips.
That afternoon, the sun was just right.
The weeping willow at the corner of the street sprouted new buds.
The birds were chirping noisily.
You appeared under the willow tree.
Da, da, da — —
You walked into this coffee house.
The fragrance of cocoa.
The softness of the cake.
You only ordered a cup of black coffee.
Black coffee is my least favorite.
Sweet and mellow, sour and bitter.
Don't know which one do you like?
Da, da, da, da, da — — —
Take a second look.
My heart lost its rhythm.
I lowered my head to hide my panic.
How pathetic do I look in your eyes.
Da, da, da, da — — — —
That afternoon, the sun was just right.
Cupid made a malicious joke.
That afternoon, the sun
My eyes just put a you in them.
That afternoon, the sun
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