Fu jianchen stood in the living room with his hands in his pockets. His handsome features were obviously unhappy.
Xu Youyou handed him a glass of water, her smile brighter than the sun outside. &Quot; why are you so free to come over? "
Fu jianchen took the cup and glanced at her coldly with his dark eyes. &Quot; if I don't come, you're afraid that you won't even remember your last name. &Quot;
"How could it be!" Xu Youyou's voice was light and pleasant. &Quot; I'm on my honeymoon! &Quot;
&Quot; have you ever seen anyone go on a honeymoon for more than a month? he doesn't answer his phone, and his WeChat just says 'uh uh uh uh' every time! &Quot; The more Fu jianchen spoke, the angrier he became. The veins on his forehead were popping. &Quot; if you don't want to be an artist, you should have told me earlier. That way, I wouldn't have to waste my time and energy to help you promote. &Quot;
