Fu Qingyu unbuttoned his shirt and didn't rush to the study. Instead, he rarely sat on the sofa and watched the TV channels casually, not paying much attention to their little theater.
Come to the kitchen.
Xiao Xiao looked back warily and breathed a sigh of relief: "Sister Ting! I don't want this."
Sister Ting smiled and patted her back: "I'm not kidding you. Didn't you notice that Mr. Fu was in a good mood today? When I opened the door for him, he even smiled at me, so I was just teasing you."
She didn't want to influence Xiao Xiao's thoughts, she was just joking deliberately.
The two of them prepared the meal in an orderly manner while making trouble. After a while, the meal was ready.
Xiao Xiao washed her hands, took off her apron, and found Sister Ting still washing vegetables. He stepped forward and stopped her: "Five dishes are enough. Mr. Fu and I can't eat much, so don't prepare any more."
Sister Ting looked at the half-washed dishes: "Prepare some more. You and Mr. Fu can eat slowly so you can chat for a while."
"No matter how many dishes we have, our stomachs are limited. Cooking too many will waste food." Xiao Xiao frowned and spoke earnestly.
The smile on Sister Ting's face deepened: "I have been to rich people's homes before. They only care about quality and appearance. Even if they don't eat, they will make us cook multiple dishes to make the food look good."
Hearing this, Xiao Xiao glanced at the living room behind him and said, "Mr. Fu is not that kind of person. He doesn't care about the scene. As long as he has enough to eat."
"Um."
Sister Ting stopped asking Xiao Xiao to help, saying that if Xiao Xiao helped again, she would feel guilty when she received her salary.
So, she had no choice but to sit at the dining table and wait quietly for Sister Ting to prepare everything.
"Mr. Fu, you can eat now." Sister Ting walked towards the living room.
"Um."
Fu Qingyu sat down, with an empty seat separated from Xiao Xiao. He looked up at the five dishes on the table and picked up the bowls and chopsticks expressionlessly.
The two of them ate quietly, with only the sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks.
"You seem to have something to say to me." Fu Qingyu took the chopsticks and slightly raised his eyes. Different from the usual coldness, there was a slight softness in his eyes.
But Xiao Xiao was immersed in eating and didn't notice his eyes. She only paused her chopsticks and said, "Huh? Why do you say that?"
"You have glanced at me several times."
Hearing this, Xiao Xiao buried her head deeper, swallowed, and said, "I want to ask, if you want to develop an area, and that area needs to be demolished, but there are certain households who refuse to move, what will you do?"
"Negotiate the conditions until the other party is satisfied."
"What if the other party refuses to move for any reason and would rather die than move?"
Fu Qingyu didn't want to discuss it with her. He raised his eyebrows as he raised his eyebrows about the problems he would have to face tomorrow: "Then you are a deadlock. What do you want me to do? Give up the planned area and choose a new location?"
Hearing this, Xiao Xiao raised his head and bit the end of his chopsticks: "It's not very realistic. After all, other families in that large area have moved. The cost and energy invested are too much. It would be a big loss to change the area just for me." .”
Fu Qingyu bowed slightly and ate his meal quietly: "If you want me to do this, I will do it."
Xiao Xiao didn't hear clearly and turned to look at him: "What did you say?"
"I said, you are quite reasonable."
"Normal people would think so." She sighed in embarrassment. She really didn't know what the talks with Uncle Chen would be like when they faced the developer tomorrow.
Just as he was thinking about this, Fu Qingyu suddenly came closer.
The cold pine wood fragrance on his body rushed over like a cold current, instantly covering up the aroma of the food, which was shocking.
Xiao Xiao turned around and faced his dark pupils, as if falling into an abyss, she was lost for a moment.
"It's my turn to ask questions."
Hearing this, she was slightly startled, not expecting him to say such words, and nodded: "What do you want to ask?"
"If I was punished by God and died suddenly, would you help me collect my body?"
"Ah?!" Xiao Xiao's expression changed immediately, he stood up immediately and said with a serious face: "How could it be? You are such a good person, there cannot be any punishment from God. Don't say such things, it is very scary."
Fu Qingyu's pupils were fixed, and something strange flashed under his eyes.
Then, he lowered his head and chuckled: "I meant what if."
Hearing this, Xiao Xiao realized that his reaction was a bit excessive. He slowly sat down holding the edge of the table, holding chopsticks and immersed himself in eating: "I don't want to have such a day. If you insist on it, beat me before you die." Call me, no matter where I am, I will go to help you collect the body, and I will personally dress you up and send you off for the last journey."
After saying that, she turned to look at Fu Qingyu, worried that he would be unhappy.
But Fu Qingyu's lips curled up slightly, as if he was particularly pleased.
"That's good. At least you can have some dignity when you leave."
Xiao Xiao's brows tightened, and a trace of pain flashed in his heart: "What's wrong with you? Why do you say such things so quietly?"
"It's okay, I just wanted to ask." Fu Qingyu put down the bowl and chopsticks, picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth: "I've finished eating, but there are still some documents that I haven't finished reading. You eat slowly."
"Um……"
Sister Ting, who came over after finishing her work in the kitchen, saw Xiao Xiao alone in the restaurant.
He took a few steps forward, looked at the bowls and chopsticks that Fu Qingyu had eaten, and looked at Xiao Xiao carefully: "Miss Xiao, what's wrong with you? Is Mr. Fu unwilling to help your friend? Why are you looking so sad?"
It shouldn't be, Mr. Fu seems to care about Miss Xiao.
"No." Xiao Xiao's mind is in chaos now, and she is annoyed by Uncle Chen and what Fu Qingyu said just now: "I always feel that Mr. Fu is hiding something from me."
He was actually asking, if he died, would she help him collect his body?
What kind of person is asking this suddenly?
The most important thing was that after hearing her answer, he looked relieved, as if he had no worries.
"Sister Ting, please take care of it alone. I have to make an important phone call, so I won't help you."
"It's okay, just go and do your work. That's what I should do."
Xiao Xiao didn't say anything more, turned around and went back to the room, took out his mobile phone and called Chaofeng.
When the villa was being decorated with new furniture, she was far away in Bincheng. Sometimes she needed to check it in person, so she had no choice but to go to Chao Feng to have a look, so she left her number.
"Sister Xiao Xiao?" Chaofeng said unexpectedly: "Why did you call me?"
"Did something happen to Mr. Fu in the company today?"
"Ah, why do you ask that?"
Xiao Xiao frowned uneasily: "I felt that something was not right after he came home. He also said that he might die. It made me panic. You followed him all day long. Did you notice anything unusual? ?”
"No, Sister Xiao Xiao, are you too concerned about Mr. Fu? He may have just asked casually. I see that he is in good health and does not look like he is going to die."
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