Fu Sinian took the tablet, clicked on the video, played in the rain, and men and women looked at each other and hugged each other.
The woman's eyes are admiring and joyful, and there is some sadness in her concentration, and the man's eyes are hot and deep.
In the video of less than one minute, he just glanced at it and threw the tablet over, "Am I watching it idle? You bother me with this kind of thing?"
Jiang Yi was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded nervously, "I see."
The man raised his eyes, his face still expressionless, and his voice did not waver, "Tell the producer that if all the high-priced leading actors are used as substitutes, there is no need to vote for this drama."
"It's Mr. Fu, I'll do it right away."
Clear Water Yunju, recognized as the most beautiful building and the most expensive land in Jiangcheng, is also the new residence of Fu Sinian and Qiao Yimo.
When the man returned to the villa from get off work, the first second he stepped into the living room, he smelled a different breath.
With a calm frown, he took off his jacket and handed it to the servant next to him. As he was about to go upstairs, he heard the servant respectfully say: "Sir, my wife is going to cook tonight. Now, would you like to go to the restaurant first?"
The man's expensive leather shoes stepped on the first step and stopped, and looked slightly towards the direction of the kitchen.
She cooks herself
No wonder
The former deserted house is a bit more smoky, and it seems that she is in a good mood.
"Tell her, I have eaten."
How light the tone is, how strong the contempt is.
The words declined, and the man stepped upstairs unhurriedly.
"First..."
The servant was stunned. Recently, the husband and wife are more like strangers than they used to be. When they talk about quarreling, they can't see the anger at all.
She looked at the kitchen with some embarrassment. His wife came back early today, and accompanied them to the vegetable market to select dishes. She was in a good mood, but now...
In the kitchen, Qiao Yimo wore home clothes, with his hair tied randomly, his face turned to the sky, wrapped in an apron, and with a smile at the corner of his mouth, he poured out the last soup. He raised his hand to check the time. It is estimated that Fu Sinian should be off work. , I was about to go out to have a look, when I saw Chen Ma walk in with a subtle expression.
"Mrs… "
"Is the sir back?"
"I'm back!" Madam Chen hesitated: "But... He asked me to tell you that he has already eaten."
"..."
Qiao Yimo's joyful expression instantly fell lonely.
Is he still angry
Or... he plans to treat her like this in the future
She came back early today, plucked up courage, and planned to cook herself
Showed good to him, didn't want to change anything, just wanted them to return to the peace of the past.
but…
Madam Chen looked at her a little distressed, and comforted: "Mrs. Don't be sad. I'll call for you again. Your husband may be a good face."
Qiao Yimo pulled out an ugly smile, "No, I'll go up and see by myself."
At the entrance of the study room upstairs, Qiao Yimo hesitated for two seconds, then raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"… "no respond.
She tightened her lips and tapped three more times.
"Come in!"
Qiao Yimo lowered his eyes and gently opened the door to walk in.
The dark decoration is restrained and calm. The man sits behind the desk and taps on the keyboard, staring at the screen motionlessly.
Handsome, noble, ascetic indifferent.
Qiao Yimo glanced at him, lowered his head, in a low voice, "Mother Chen said you have eaten, I have made some more, do you want to eat another..."
"I have eaten, I don't have to force myself anymore." The man still kept his eyes on the notebook, and didn't look at her. "If there is nothing wrong, go out."
Qiao Yimo's body suddenly stiffened, and he lowered his head and bit his lip, feeling a bit tingling in his heart.
After a few seconds of dead silence, she pulled her lips, her vague voice was not very clear, "Are you...still angry?"
(End of this chapter)