The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

Fu Yanxing looked at An Chen wiping his face with a wet towel, and complained crazily about Ji Xuan in his heart, why did he prepare everything so well? No chance at all.

"Let's wash it, it won't be wiped clean with wet wipes."

"You just looked at me." An Chen was still a child at times.

"Yes, it's up to you. Are you not angry?" Fu Yanxing smiled, and finally managed to coax him, thanks to An Chen for being so coaxable.

"Come on, let's go outside, I'll pour water for you to wash your face."

An Chen just nodded, and then walked out with Fu Yan. Fu Yanxing took the water bottle and poured it into An Chen's hand, and An Chen just washed his face directly.

After finishing the work, Fu Yanxing quickly handed over the tissue. The former Fu Yanxing must have never expected that he would have such a day in the future, not only to make people happy, but also to serve them meticulously, but why does he still feel a little sweet? ?

"Let's go, let's go in and wait for Ji Xuan and the others to come back." Fu Yanxing opened the door of the lounge and let An Chen in.

An Chen sat down on the sofa, and then a sharp pain came from her waist, reminding her of what happened when she was bumped.

"What's wrong?" Fu Yanxing saw An Chen rubbing his waist with his hands, and reached out to lift An Chen's clothes.

"What are you doing?" An Chen was taken aback, and subconsciously covered his clothes, but Fu Yanxing was pulling his hands, and the waist was still exposed.

"I'm your brother, why are you shy? Why don't you tell me that there is a big bruise." An Chen's whole body is white, so the bruises on his waist are very obvious, and they look more serious than they actually are. many.

An Chen smiled a little embarrassedly, not shy, but afraid of being discovered because of gender differences.

Fu Yanxing looked at An Chen's small waist. He usually couldn't see it in his clothes, but now that he was in front of his eyes, An Chen's waist was really too thin, as if he could circle it around with two hands.

"Ahem." Fu Yanxing coughed twice, and then quickly looked away. Although he is a younger brother, it is quite strange to keep staring at his waist.

Fu Yanxing looked at the bruise, then got up and looked for it in the lounge. Where would there be any medicine for bruises here? Fu Yanxing complained about Ji Xuan again. The other things are so well prepared, why not prepare some medicine? Woolen cloth.

It was not easy for Ji Xuan, she sneezed several times in the car.

An Chen put down his clothes while Fu Yanxing was looking for things, then put his hat on his face and pretended to be dead.

Fu Yanxing thought that An Chen was sleepy, so he covered An Chen with his coat, and then sat beside her quietly waiting for Ji Xuan and the others to come back.

Soon, there was a knock on the door, and Ji Xuan and Ling Han walked into the room.

"Let's go, the things are already taken."

Hearing the sound, An Chen put on his coat, put his hat on his head, and walked out of the lounge.

When I went out, I happened to meet Xia Jin.

"Uncle Xia, I'm leaving, bye." An Chen waved his hand.

"Suddenly I feel a little bit reluctant to part with you, little brat."

"Hee hee, there is no permanent banquet in the world. If you treat me, I can eat for a while, hahaha."

"Stinky boy, I will treat you to dinner after the awards show. Ji Feng and Fang Yan should be there." Xia Jin is like an elder, sometimes pampering and sometimes strict.

"Okay, then I'll remember, I'm leaving." This time it was really a farewell.

"Let's go, be careful on the road." Xia Jin waved his hand, and then walked to the studio.

"Where's the car?" An Chen searched around but couldn't find it.

"This." Fu Yanxing pointed.

"It's not your car." An Chen looked at Ji Xuan.

"Retire, we took a taxi."

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