Lu Xingzhi: "Should I call you husband?"
Huo Jincheng played with a strand of her hair, "I want a declarative sentence."
"Husband."
"Aren't you going to add a prefix?" Although Huo Jincheng's words were a question, they were authoritarian.
"Then... darling?" Lu Xingzhi tentatively called out.
Seeing Huo Jincheng didn't respond, Lu Xingzhi sweetly called again, "Dear husband."
"Good girl." Huo Jincheng responded, patting Lu Xingzhi's head.
Lu Xingzhi: "..."
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After Lu Xingzhi's third concert ended, Fu Yanzhi sent her a WeChat message.
[Little Zhi Liao, I'm also in France. Can I invite you to dinner? About Tang Shichen's matter, I'm really sorry.]
Lu Xingzhi: [No need, I'm fine. Besides, he is he, and you are you; I can distinguish that clearly.]
Fu Yanzhi had long predicted that Lu Xingzhi would refuse him.
She really didn't leave any room for sentiment.
