After seeing A Duo go out, Qi Feng returned to the villa and saw Fu Qingyu sitting on the dining table, his dark eyes staring at the cold food.
Recalling the situation in the car, I felt that Fu Qingyu was unhappy and did not say anything about going back.
The two of them sat quietly in the car. Fu Qingyu sat in the back seat and didn't speak, as if he was thinking about some worldly problem.
Until the end, he still said come back.
But on the way back, there was a car accident at a necessary intersection, which delayed us for a while, so we came back too late.
Qi Feng walked to the dining table and glanced at the food on the table: "The main course has been heated a few times. It is not recommended to reheat it. If you want to eat something, I will make it for you."
Fu Qingyu shook his head and looked at the tableware placed in front of him: "I'll just put some food on my stomach. You can go back and rest."
"The food is cold." Qi Feng frowned: "It's not good for the stomach."
If someone else had been verbose, Fu Qingyu would have given it a cold look, but because it was Qi Feng, he just shook his head lightly: "She should have made this by herself, so she can't be so rude."
Qi Feng raised his eyebrows, a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes.
When I lived in Nan'an, I only heard from my junior sister that she wanted to find a way to get Fu Qingyu to go home for dinner, but I never thought that it would be a meal cooked by Xiao Xiao herself.
I looked at the food on the table again. At least the appearance and smell were comparable to those in a five-star hotel.
It's hard to believe that this is the level that an ordinary girl should have.
"Okay." Qi Feng said nothing more and turned to leave.
I just don’t know how to explain it to my junior sister when I get back. Does this count as Fu Qingyu getting Xiao Xiao’s craftsmanship?
But the two of them didn't have a meal together, so they didn't keep the appointment.
What a conundrum.
The next day.
When Xiao Xiao got up in the morning, she subconsciously glanced at her phone, which showed the news that her flight tickets were delayed.
Oh, it turns out that Fu Qingyu booked a flight back to Chengdu last night.
She had forgotten all about it.
She simply went to wash up. As soon as she left the room, her stomach growled, her vision was slightly dizzy, and she was a little hypoglycemic.
Yesterday morning, I put on makeup and went out. I didn't eat breakfast. I spent noon with Gu Beisheng in the mall. I visited almost all the shops on the first floor before I picked out the long skirt I liked, and then I was busy buying fresh ones. Ingredients, ready to cook.
Then, there was a dinner that could have been eaten, but the people who came to the dinner were not available.
It's like not eating for a whole day and then sleeping again.
I was already hungry.
"Sister Ting." She called softly as she walked into the restaurant: "What's for breakfast today? I'm so hungry. Is there anything I can eat now..."
Before she finished speaking, she saw Fu Qingyu sitting at the dining table. He was only wearing a thin shirt, which was very close-fitting and had no unnecessary wrinkles. A pair of deep dark eyes were staring at her momentarily.
Her throat tightened. When she saw him looking at the dining table again, she couldn't help but think of what happened last night, and embarrassment spread along her spine bit by bit.
"Eat my share, I haven't touched it yet." Fu Qingyu handed the breakfast in front of him to the seat next to him.
He motioned her to sit next to him and eat.
The tone of his speech was soft and slow, as if nothing happened last night, but Xiao Xiao still felt uncomfortable in every way and didn't want to sit next to him.
Standing on tiptoes, he looked at his breakfast and said calmly: "I don't like American breakfast. I asked Sister Ting to make Chinese breakfast. Thank you Mr. Fu for your kindness."
With that said, she walked towards the kitchen.
The sight behind her followed her like a shadow, making her particularly uncomfortable.
I brought out a breakfast from the kitchen, which consisted of soy milk, fried dough sticks, and beef brisket porridge. I found a seat farthest away from Fu Qingyu and sat down, lowering my head as I ate.
Sister Ting is originally a native of Chengdu, and her craftsmanship is very similar to that of her family. No matter what she makes, it is to her liking.
She was hungry. Although it was difficult to ignore Fu Qingyu's presence, she could still pretend not to see it.
Just as he was eating a large portion, he spotted someone approaching from the corner of his eye.
Then, the seat next to him was pulled open and someone sat down.
She bit the spoon and hesitated for a while before slowly raising her eyes.
Fu Qingyu was staring at her.
She glanced towards where he was sitting. The American breakfast was there, untouched.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Her throat gradually became dry and she lowered her eyes: "Or do you want to talk about what happened last night?"
Although she didn't want to talk about it, she couldn't escape from this kind of thing.
Simply face it head on.
She put down what she was holding and looked straight at Fu Qingyu.
Fu Qingyu raised his eyebrows, with a calm and unhurried demeanor all over his body: "You can talk after eating."
"No, I've eaten." Xiao Xiao straightened his back and looked at him calmly: "What did you hear last night?"
Fu Qingyu rested one hand on the edge of the table, his slender fingertips resting leisurely against his chin. His stunningly talented face, with dark eyes like obsidian, extremely black, was particularly attractive.
"I heard it all."
Xiao Xiao's cheeks couldn't help but be slightly red, but seeing that he was calm without any disturbance, he kept scolding himself for not living up to expectations.
"That's fine." She pretended that nothing happened and said calmly: "Since you heard everything, you should be able to tell that what I said was just angry words. I was just unhappy with the way she was arrogant in front of me and said those words. Just rubbing her spirit."
"Um."
Still can't hear the emotion.
The calmer he became, the more at a loss Xiao Xiao became. She stretched out her hands to rub behind her ears, and peeked at him several times, but he caught him every time, and she didn't know whether he believed it or not.
"Then..." In order to ease the embarrassment, she changed the topic and chatted: "I don't know what your relationship is with her. If your career is affected by my nonsense yesterday, I will apologize to you first."
"You don't need to apologize." Fu Qingyu's tone was slightly lower, as if he was remorseful: "There is no need to speculate on her relationship with me, because from now on, other women except you will have nothing to do with me." biquge .biz
Xiao Xiao's heartbeat skipped a beat, and she even felt dazed for a moment.
Why, the more I listened, the more it sounded like a confession.
After all, she is more sensible than ordinary people. At this moment, she can't help but ask: "But why... didn't you come back for dinner last night?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she clearly saw a flash of electric coldness in Fu Qingyu's deep eyes.
She couldn't tell the difference, but she couldn't help being frightened.
It was as if I had glimpsed a deep-sea monster under the calm sea surface, and I felt a bit afraid.
"I won't ask anymore."
She quickly stood up: "You are going back to Chengdu today, right? I'm going to pack my things. I will do what I should do from now on, and I won't do unnecessary things, ask unnecessary questions, or add trouble to you."
After all, she was just paid to play his wife.
Since I just said that saying I liked him last night was an angry statement, how could I ask why he didn't come back?
She was even more afraid. Fu Qingyu asked her why she wanted him back so much.
Really, do you just want to return the favor?
She didn't believe it herself.
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