"Get out!" The woman gave him a word without politeness.
Seeing that she was blushing with embarrassment and looking extremely shy, Wen Zhan's inner gloom suddenly disappeared and he just wanted to tease her.
"You want to get dressed and I have to get dressed too, or you help me and I'll help you?" He joked while taking out a clean shirt from his pocket.
Mu Wanqing saw the wrinkled shirt at the end of the bed, and thought about how he used his expensive shirt as a rag last night and got slapped in the face, and his face suddenly turned redder, as if he was about to bleed.
Wen Zhan was just joking. Seeing that she ignored her, he changed his clothes first, then opened the door and went out.
But he quickly came in again, holding a pack of tissue paper and handing it to her, "You really don't want my help?"
Mu Wanqing didn't want to pay attention to him, but she really needed tissues now, so she grabbed the tissue with a cold face and cleaned it rustlingly under the quilt.
There were footsteps outside. Wen Zhan guessed that it was Zhou Yiru who had returned. His expression suddenly became more solemn. He opened the door again and went out, not forgetting to seal the door tightly.
Zhou Yiru walked into the main room from the outside, placed the breakfast he was carrying on the old Eight Immortals table, and took the initiative to say: "I wonder if Mr. Wen is used to the breakfast in our town."
Wen Zhan scolded him: "I can't bear to trouble Mr. Zhou to buy breakfast."
Zhou Yiru answered smoothly: "I bought it for Xiaoqing, by the way, you're welcome."
"..."
In the room, Mu Wanqing listened to their voices and secretly thought something was wrong, so she hurriedly dressed.
Although she really didn't want to meet Zhou Yiru because she was ashamed of herself - but she was more worried that Wen Zhan would go crazy at any time and target Brother Zhou.
So I have to go out quickly and stop him.
As soon as Mu Wanqing opened the door, her eyes met Wen Zhan's.
She turned a blind eye and suppressed her embarrassment to say hello to Zhou Yiru, "Brother Zhou, good morning."
Zhou Yiru saw the twinkling look in her eyes and the cowering look, and thought of how she could not despise her because she was bullied by Wen Zhan last night, and he was filled with heartache and pity.
"Morning! Come and wash up and have breakfast. I bought youtiao dumplings and packed beef noodles." Zhou Yiru smiled warmly and showed her the breakfast on the table.
"Beef noodles? That's great!" Mu Wanqing's face lit up, very happy.
Xu Zhen's beef noodles have long been a regional signature, and she used to have one or two meals every time she came back.
Rich butter, fragrant chopped green onion, special alkaline noodles, and soul mung bean sprouts, the combination is the best to stir up the taste buds.
On such a cold morning, a steaming bowl of spicy beef noodles will make all the cells in your body come alive.
She hurriedly went to wash up, she couldn't wait.
Zhou Yiru pulled up a chair and sat down to eat.
Seeing that Wen Zhan didn't move, he looked back and said, "Mr. Wen must not be used to the food of ordinary people like us. It only takes half an hour to drive to the county town from here. The five-star hotel should have a buffet breakfast."
He deliberately buried Tai Wenzhan.
Wen Zhan smiled coldly, with a cold light in his eyes: "Mr. Zhou is so humble. He has launched a project worth more than one billion yuan, and yet he dares to call himself a common man."
They had taken a fancy to a project together a few days ago. As one of the main investors, Zhou Yiru invested 1.5 billion, which shocked everyone.
With his worth, he belongs to the upper class, so why laugh at him for not living in the world.
If it was wrong that he and Mu Wanqing were not a good match, then Zhou Yiru was also not a good match.
Wen Zhan had not washed up after getting up. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Mu Wanqing coming in from outside after brushing her teeth. He turned around and asked, "Where are my toiletries?"
Mu Wanqing glanced at him and said lukewarmly: "Not for you."
It came suddenly in the middle of the night, who could prepare it for him.
Wen Zhan was not surprised and snatched the tooth cup from her hand.
"What are you doing!" Mu Wanqing was startled, turned around and shouted.
The man lowered his eyebrows, took her toothbrush from the cup, and squeezed out the toothpaste slowly, "If you don't prepare it for me, then I can only use yours."
What?
Mu Wanqing's eyes widened, looking at his movements in disbelief, "This... I brushed it!"
"So what? We have done more intimate things than this countless times, and still care about this?" The man squeezed out the toothpaste, smiled at her, and said in a more evil voice, "Husband doesn't mind."
"..." Mu Wanqing looked at his lunatic behavior, her whole face turned red with embarrassment, and she was completely speechless.
She can hardly understand this man!
In just one or two months, he seemed to be possessed by something dirty, and his words and deeds were completely different. It was really terrifying!
Zhou Yiru, who was sitting next to him having breakfast, heard Wen Zhan's deliberately ambiguous, provocative and even disgusting words. He didn't say anything and just smiled silently.
In his opinion, all the words and deeds of the other party were extremely childish.
"Xiao Qing, eat the noodles quickly. It will get cold in a while." He looked back at the woman as if he hadn't heard anything, with his usual gentle attitude.
Mu Wanqing was extremely embarrassed, and the hot blush on her face persisted.
Sitting down at the table, she said "thank you" and opened the disposable chopsticks.
"You eat this bowl, I asked the boss to make it less spicy." Seeing her sit down, Zhou Yiru immediately pushed a portion of noodles in front of her.
He remembered that when a woman is breastfeeding, she should have some dietary restrictions.
"Well, thank you, Brother Zhou."
"Don't be so polite, just eat quickly."
Mu Wanqing hadn't tasted the taste of her hometown for a long time, and she was a little uncomfortable with this heavy taste.
But it was the spiciness that opened her taste buds, bite after bite.
Zhou Yiru saw her gasping for air and asked with concern: "Is it still too spicy?" As he spoke, he got up and took the initiative to pour her water.
"No, it's okay... Beef noodles need to be spicy to be enjoyable. This noodle shop makes them quite authentic." Mu Wanqing took a sip from the water glass and continued eating.
Before he finished speaking, Wen Zhan came over after washing up.
Seeing his wife talking and laughing with others, he felt troubled and his face suddenly darkened.
Zhou Yiru weighed the fried dough sticks, bought xiaolongbao, and three beef noodles, trying his best to cater to everyone's taste.
Wen Zhan sat down and looked at several things, the look on his face getting darker.
Mu Wanqing stood next to him and raised her eyes. Seeing his disgusted face, she said lukewarmly: "If you can't eat it, you can go out and buy it yourself."
Wen Zhan knew that she wished she could leave, so he couldn't!
"You can eat it, why can't I?"
After saying this, he took the bowl of beef noodles, frowned, opened the disposable chopsticks, and held them awkwardly in his hands.
When Zhou Yiru saw him eating noodles, he instinctively wanted to remind him that it was a bit spicy, but he felt it was superfluous - a grown man couldn't eat even a little spicy food.
As for Wen Zhan, seeing the two of them enjoying their meal and smelling the delicious noodles, he picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth without any precautions.
The next second, his face froze obviously, and his eyebrows tightened tightly.
hot!
It's too spicy!
Ever since he had frequent stomach problems, the doctor had repeatedly warned him to eat a light diet, and he had not eaten spicy food for several years.
Zhou Yiru sat opposite him and naturally did not miss the reaction on his face. He was immediately surprised: "Mr. Wen can't eat spicy food?"
The tone sounded a bit mocking in surprise.
A grown man can't eat spicy food?
Wen Zhan complained endlessly in his heart, and at the same time he was angry and depressed.
Even a man had to save his face at this time. He continued chewing without much hesitation, swallowing it despite the discomfort, and then said softly: "Who said I can't eat spicy food? It's because these chopsticks are too rough, and it hurts my hands when I use them. .”
