Fu Sinian stretched out his hand to ask him for a cigarette to light it, took a long sip, and exhaled the blue and white smoke, and the room fell into a short silence.
Probably after thinking about the wording, the man said in a vague voice: "What did she tell you?"
Rong Feng glanced at him, his tone still lazy, "She said that she came back this time with a very simple purpose, just to come to you."
Fu Sinian did not speak, his expression was vague, and he could not see any emotions.
Rong Feng sniffed the scent from the kitchen, closed his eyes comfortably, and stated lightly, “After the orphanage caught fire, her leg was injured and she was taken to the hospital. She was adopted, changed her name and moved abroad.”
"... As for why I haven't contacted you at all for so many years, she has to explain to you face to face. And..."
He suddenly curled his lips and said with interest: "... I didn't tell her you are married."
If you say it directly, it's not so fun.
Fu Sinian still didn't speak, smoking a cigarette quietly, deep and indistinguishable emotions in his bottomless black eyes.
The bright voice and smile in his mind seemed to be clearer.
"Patter!"
Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the kitchen and suddenly pulled back the man's floating thoughts, his expression was in a trance for a few seconds.
Afterwards, he threw away his cigarette butt, stood up and walked into the kitchen, and asked faintly: "What's wrong?"
Qiao Yimo was squatting on the ground picking up the tiles, and her sudden voice suddenly surprised her. The tiles in her hand slipped and left a long scar directly on her palm, and blood oozes quickly.
Fu Sinian leaned on the door and looked at her, neither stepping forward nor showing any concern, even with a smile, very gentle and shallow, but without a sense of reality, "I have tried to use it if I want to refuse, and now I plan to Are you using a bitter trick? Are you going to show it to me or show it to him?"
Qiao Yimo's expression became stiff, and he hurriedly got up from the ground, raised his bleeding hand, and said embarrassingly: "Sorry, I just accidentally touched a plate. I'll deal with it in a while. His meal is ready. Yes, please take it out to him."
After speaking, she lowered her head and staggered him and went out.
Fu Sinian's expression darkened with a smile for an instant, and his jaw line tightened to the extreme.
Rong Feng watched the woman hurriedly walk into the bathroom with his head down, holding hands, with a small smile on his lips, without saying anything.
When Qiao Yimo came out, Rong Feng had eaten it, Fu
Si Nian stood aside blankly.
"Sure enough, it tastes right."
Rong Feng didn't take it hurriedly, and glanced up at her. There was no such diligent compliment, as if he was telling an insignificant thing.
Qiao Yimo chuckled, "You like it."
She was also a little puzzled about how Rong Feng liked the food she cooked. He had been to Bishui Yunju many times, but he didn't leave much to eat, and most of them were cooked by Chen's mother. , She only started cooking early when she came back occasionally.
However, she didn't want to guess whether it was true or false. She couldn't see through Fu Sinian as much as she couldn't see Rong Feng, and even Rong Feng made her feel more complicated.
After speaking, she abducted back to the kitchen to clean up the mess.
Fu Sinian saw that her injured hand was just wrapped in a tissue, and his brows suddenly wrinkled.
Rong Feng didn't lift his head and said with a smile: "I don't need to tell you where the medicine box is. If there are scars, it will be a pity that I have a pair of small hands."
Fu Sinian glanced down at him, his voice indifferent, "The soup is too weak, I added something in it, since you like it so much, you can drink it all."
"..."
The corner of Rong Feng's mouth slammed.
Qiao Yimo packed up the debris and walked out, looking at Rong Feng with a strange expression, his face was unclear.
"It's finished?" Fu Sinian looked at her coldly.
"Huh?... Hmm."
"Are you going to come to him as a cook and cleaner or a stepmother for him?" The cold voice added a hint of mockery.
Qiao Yimo shook his head immediately, his beautiful face was indescribably thin and soft, "No..."
"go back."
The man dropped the two words and didn't even see her striding out the door.
Qiao Yimo was taken aback, hurriedly picked up the bag and waved to Rong Feng, "We're going back first."
Rong Feng tasted the hotness in his mouth, and looked at the two people who disappeared soon, his handsome eyebrows twitched a few times.
Until he returned to Bishui Yunju, Fu Sinian didn't say a word, but turned and went to the study.
Qiao Yimo looked sad, and returned to the master bedroom with a sense of disappointment.
The summer night is hot and cold, and the cold white moonlight shines through the curtains, setting off a trace of loneliness and loneliness.
His prejudice against her seemed to deepen, or that he didn't think of her as well from the beginning.
Rubbing her eyebrows, she smiled lowly to self-deprecating, turned around and entered the bathroom.
After taking a shower, Chen's mother came knocking on the door.
"Madam, my husband asked me to bring this."
Qiao Yimo was wearing a white silk pajamas, staring at the medicine box in Chen's hand, "...sir... let you take it?"
Madam Chen asked, "Yes, ma'am, are you injured?"
Qiao Yimo shook his head, "Small injuries, I can deal with them by myself."
"Okay!" Mother Chen put down the medicine box.
"By the way, is the sir still... in the study?" Qiao Yimo's expression flickered, pretending to ask casually.
"Yes, it hasn't come out yet."
"Well, I see, go and rest."
After Chen Ma left, Qiao Yimo stared at the medicine box for a while, then looked down at the red scar on his palm, feeling a mess.
Is he caring
Unable to guess, she exhaled and opened the medicine box to treat the wound little by little.
At this moment, the phone on the bedside vibrated.
Putting down the disinfectant cotton, glanced at the remarks, the expression on her face softened a little, and then pressed to answer.
"Hey, Nan Nan."
"Baby, I'm back." A fresh and clean female voice came from the phone.
Qiao Yimo was startled and surprised: "Why did you come back suddenly? He didn't even notify me to pick you up."
"I just got off the plane, it's so late, why are you here to pick me up? Don't worry, I'll call back."
"Oh!" Qiao Yimo replied softly.
There seemed to be dissatisfied, and the voice was obviously raised by an octave, "Oh what? Qiao Yimo, but I called you as soon as I got off the plane, and you just answered me coldly?"
Qiao Yimo said helplessly: "You have just got off the plane now, is it convenient to chat with me?"
"Uh... wait a minute, I'll get in the car."
There was a smirk over there, then quieted down.
"..."
After being speechless for two seconds, Qiao Yimo simply turned on the hands-free and continued to bandage his hands.
"Hey, are you still there?" came the high voice from there.
"I'm here..." Qiao Yimo asked the heavens speechlessly, how could the woman remain so energetic after flying on the plane for so long
"Momo, how has your chief executive treated you lately?"
Qiao Yimo, "..."
"You don't go on a holiday in Europe for a month or a year. Don't you know how it is?"
The woman over there chuckled lightly, "I am following up all the time, and I must not ignore a little detail."
(End of this chapter)