Chapter 329 Let me be yours 3

It was too cold after nightfall, and Wen Su unknowingly leaned into Fu Chi's arms.

Will Mr. Fu avoid it? Of course not...

So in the morning, Wen Si saw Fu Chi's face close to her and instantly woke up!

She rolled and crawled out of the tent.

And behind her—

Fu Chi sat up slowly and sighed lightly and helplessly.

The kitten was heartless, but he didn't fall asleep all night...

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The two discussed the detailed plan last night, and they were both people with extremely efficient action. In the next few days, they started fishing plans.

Wen Su accompanied Wencheng as a volunteer for several days. Her medical skills seemed as terrifying as a vicious witch to the locals.

Either give people a black soup or a black meatball...

However, if you have colds, fevers, bleeding, just drink medicine and take meatballs, you will be cured.

Even seriously ill patients have improved!

A few days later, when Wen Si went to another refugee camp, he heard a bunch of people calling her: The Witch from the East.

...Okay.

A witch is a witch, and it is always better than a vicious witch.

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One week later.

Wen Su and Fu Chi performed a farewell scene.

In the eyes of outsiders, the scene I saw was that Fu Chi sent Wen Su onto the plane and then left on another plane.

On a private jet.

This private jet was rented by a wealthy local businessman. It was decorated in a very luxurious manner, with shiny decorations everywhere, and even the carpet was inlaid with diamonds.

The service attitude of the flight attendant was also very good. He brought tea, water and slippers, and did not forget to cover Wen Su with a blanket.

Wen Su collapsed on the spacious sofa, and the flat panel was fixed to the bracket to play the most popular idol dramas nowadays.

The girl held potato chips with slender white fingers and a cat ear on her head, looking like a naive girl who was ignorant of the world.

She was confused in her heart.

Can this fishing be successful?

What if Fu Ming doesn’t come?

As soon as the thought flashed, a low and mellow voice heard: "Miss Wen, do you want to drink?"

Wen Su raised his eyes and met an ordinary face.

The man was wearing black and white waiter's clothes, holding a wine holder in his hand, with several different types of wine on it.

Wen Si blinked his eyes, and had a vague premonition, but did not reveal it: "Are there any recommendations?"

The man tells the origin of various wines, the taste, and although the sounds are different, the feeling of speaking...

Very familiar.

Wen Su is even more certain.

A person's sense of language and mouth fetish will be influenced by people around him.

The logic of the man in front of me is very similar to Fu Chi's conversation.

——Fu Ming wanted to cultivate Fu Chi into a perfect work. Although he was not successful, he was also the one who influenced Fu Chi the most.

Wen Su listened casually and said casually: "White Wine Bar."

"Little Princess, it's my honor to serve you."

The man leaned over and poured wine for warmth, but he didn't notice that the corner of the girl's mouth twitched slightly.

Even the seductive words are exactly the same.

However, Fu Chi said very supremely, and this man looked like a greasy uncle.

The moment the wine was poured, the man took action—

He suppressed the warmth at the fastest speed!

The warmth didn't move.

This made Fu Ming more confident.

Swish-

He grabbed the girl's fair and slender neck, but his gentle expression was very calm.

Fu Ming's heart sank, and his face remained calm: "Aren't you afraid? My little princess."

"By seniority, I should call you uncle, right?" Wen Suyingying smiled slightly, soft and well-behaved, "You said you are so old and don't wear a gas mask when you go out, so you are still learning to be a killer?"

She seemed to have pinched the time, and the moment she finished speaking—

With a thud, the man collapsed to the ground.

Fu Ming:?

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Chapter completed!