Only Song Yanan and Su Yi were left in the kitchen.
In fact, Song Yan'an was also full, and his main task now was to cook hot pot with vegetables and meat for Su Yi. He held a pair of chopsticks in his bony hands, picked up half a plate of beef and put it into the spicy soup, stirring it elegantly.
Su Yi said, "Just throw all the meat in. I'll pick it up with chopsticks when it's cooked. You can go up and take a look at him."
"It doesn't matter. The two of them are enough up there."
"That's too much work for you."
"It's not hard. We are close friends, why are you saying such polite things?" To Song Yan'an, Su Yi is his biological sister, the person he wants to take care of for his whole life.
Su Yi smiled, "Well, how are you and Shi Chu doing?"
Hearing this, Song Yanan stopped eating the meat and looked at her with her beautiful eyes, "What's wrong?"
Su Yi thought that since the young man said that, it must be that nothing has happened yet, so she smiled and said, "I mean, how is Shi Churen? Didn't you say before that she has hypoglycemia?"
"Fortunately, it will get better after a period of rest."
"You two are making good friends now."
"It's OK. We have some business dealings, so we meet often."
"Yeah." Su Yi smiled, "Not bad."
Seeing her smile, Song Yanan also smiled and gave her another pile of beef. Instantly, Su Yi exclaimed, "Don't give me so much meat, I can't finish it..."
*
At half past nine in the evening, Su Yi took a shower in the guest room, put on a pure black silk pajamas, and entered Lan Fuchu's bedroom. He had already washed himself and changed his clothes. He was lying on the bed looking at his mobile phone. The others had also gone back first.
Su Yi walked over, glanced at the content on his phone, and said, "Are you reading the news?"
"Yeah." Lan Fuchu, who always ignored her words, answered her question unexpectedly.
Su Yi was slightly startled, then laughed, "Looking at your phone after surgery is bad for your health. Come on, give me your phone and I'll read it to you."
Lan Fuchu glanced at her and handed her his cell phone.
Su Yi took it, sat beside his bed, and calmly read to him several news items that had happened today. After he was silent, she also read him some of the latest entertainment news.
"Last night, Zhao Xingchen showed up at the Capital Airport. She was wearing a black long T-shirt and a white baseball cap. Her long hair was flowing and her lips were pouting. She looked so charming!" The news also included several photos of Zhao Xingchen at the airport. Su Yi showed them to Lan Fuchu. "Do you remember her? She was in the same class with us."
Lan Fuchu glanced at the news and said, "I remember."
"You actually remember it?"
Lan Fuchu looked at someone who was mentally retarded and said, "She was promoted by Si Yajie and is currently working as an artist in our company."
"… "
It turned out to be from his company. No wonder he remembered it. Su Yi thought about it and suddenly said, "Oh my god, then she is also your employee?"
"Forget it, but I won't interfere in the affairs of the subsidiary. I only look at the financial reports submitted every month."
Su Yi nodded, "That's great, I'm working for you alone."
Lan Fuchu: “…”
"I heard that she is the most popular actress now, is that right?"
"I don't know." With so many things to do every day, there is no time to pay attention to these trivial matters.
"..." Su Yi was confused and asked in surprise: "You don't know the artist of your own company, right?"
Lan Fuchu glanced at her, lowered his head, picked up a storybook beside him, and flipped through it quietly without saying anything else.
Su Yi looked at his quiet profile and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Really? You really don't know?"
At this time, her cell phone rang. Su Yi looked down and saw that it was Gu Benmo calling.
She subconsciously glanced at Lan Fuchu, and Lan Fuchu was also looking at her, his eyes looking up at her with a very unfriendly look.
Su Yi was stunned for a moment, then ignored his murderous gaze, said "wait a minute", and walked out the door to answer it.
Lan Fuchu could occasionally hear her laughter coming from outside the door.
He pursed his lips and crumpled the book in his hand.
A few minutes later, Su Yi finished the call and walked in from outside. He smiled and said to Lan Fuchu, "Can I ask for a day off tomorrow night? It's like this, a few friends are coming back from abroad tomorrow, and I want to pick them up at the airport."
"No." Lan Fuchu refused without hesitation, with a blank expression on his face.
Su Yi was stunned.
The warm atmosphere just now disappeared.
"I'm just going to pick you up at the airport. If you're worried that no one will take care of you before that, I can guarantee that won't happen. I'll hire a caregiver to take care of you while I'm away tomorrow night..."
"I said no and it means no." He interrupted her, a hint of anger flashing in his calm eyes.
Su Yi was rejected by him. She looked at him with a frown on her face. "Why? I promised that someone would take my place and take care of you."
"I don't want to talk to you about why. Anyway, I want to see you here at 7 o'clock tomorrow night." After saying that, he lay down, covered himself with the quilt, closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Su Yi: “…”
Damn! It turns out that the cuteness before was all an illusion! This guy! To put it bluntly, his personality is stubborn and hard! And he is domineering!
She angrily threw back her quilt and lay down in it, becoming more and more annoyed the more she thought about it.
*
The next day.
Lan Fuchu was very busy. Even when he was lying in bed, many senior executives from the group would still come and gather in the master bedroom for meetings.
Su Yi had nothing to do so she lay on the bed in the guest room playing with her cell phone. It was not her shift during the day and she was too lazy to move.
At noon, the people from the group finally finished the meeting and left. The family doctor came to check on him and said that he had recovered well and no longer needed intravenous drips, and could switch to oral medication.
Su Yi went downstairs to have lunch and saw Sister Jing coming back with a tray. The dishes on it were specially prepared for Lan Fuchu, but they were almost untouched. Su Yi asked, "Why did you save so much? Isn't he going to eat it?"
"The young master said he has no appetite." Sister Jing sighed and put the tray on the dining table. "He couldn't eat at noon yesterday. Hey, if this continues, how can the young master's body be nourished?"
Su Yi thought for a moment and said, "How about this, Sister Jing, you make another bowl of noodles and I'll serve it to him."
"What noodles do you want?"
"What is the best way to help patients recover after surgery?"
Sister Jing said, "We have winter worm and abalone soup at home today. Can you make me some abalone soup dragon beard noodles for the young master?"
"Sure, it sounds delicious. Cook some for me too. I'll go up and eat with him."
*
After a while, Su Yi went upstairs with a tray.
Lan Fuchu was wearing a white casual suit, sitting on the bed reading documents, with a faint expression in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, looking gentle and elegant.
When this person reads quietly, there really is a special sense of tranquility and far-reaching peace.
Su Yi stood at the door and stared at him for a moment before she walked over quietly. "Have you had lunch?"
This was a good opening line. Although she already knew that he had eaten, seeing that he ignored her without even looking up, Su Yi didn't hesitate to put the tray on his bedside table and moved the small table where he ate. "Sister Jing cooked some dragon beard noodles. They look really good. I'll bring them up and we'll eat together."
Lan Fuchu finally raised his head from the documents in his hand, looked at Longxumian, then looked at her. He intuitively felt that she was here to please him, so he ignored her. Anyway, he would never let her take leave to see that man.
Su Yi was stared at by that gloomy gaze, and his scalp felt tingling for a moment.
well…
This kid has been really hard to deal with since he became an adult. He used to be a little cute when he was in a bad mood, but now he completely ignores people when he is in a bad mood. He has grown into an invulnerable, boring, and cold-faced person!
"Are you still busy?" Su Yi lifted up the small table and said to him, "Eat first, or the noodles will get burnt. Move your feet and I'll lift up the small table for you."
"I'm not hungry." He looked cold and unhappy.
"You are sick now, so you should eat more nutritious broth. Look, this noodle is highly nutritious." Su Yi completely ignored his words and spoke irrelevantly.
The veins on the back of Lan Fuchu's hand twitched. "I said I'm not hungry anymore. Didn't you hear me?"
"This noodle is made with great effort, it smells really good, just give me some face."
"I said I don't want to eat!" He closed the folder forcefully and looked up at her. His eyes were cruel and cold, as if he wanted to swallow her up. "Don't think that if you use this method, I will let you take a leave. I tell you, don't even think about it!"
Su Yi was slightly startled. His first reaction was to laugh. Then, as if he was looking at a child throwing a tantrum, he said helplessly, "Who said I came to please you?"
Facing the fury in his eyes, Su Yi was not afraid at all. She was just afraid of the quiet and calm little fool. On the contrary, the angry little fool meant that he didn't really want to do anything to her. So Su Yi bent down slightly, leaned in front of him and said, "I've thought about it. After all, your home is different from ordinary people's homes. Not just anyone can enter. I guess you are worried about this too, so if you don't let me take leave, I won't. I'll ask someone else to help with my friend's matter."
She has already asked the young man to pick her up at the airport. It would be the same if they don't meet tonight or tomorrow.
After hearing these words, the anger in Lan Fuchu's brows dissipated a little, but he still didn't speak.
Su Yi said, "Well, the noodles will become mushy if you don't eat them now. Sister Jing said you didn't have a good appetite at noon and didn't even move your chopsticks. You must not have eaten enough, right?"
Lan Fuchu didn't answer, but his expression had relaxed a lot.
Su Yi has known him for many years and is well aware of his emotional expressions. The way he looks like, he is already compromising.
Su Yi moved the small table up again.
Unexpectedly, this time Lan Fuchu seemed to have sensed something and took the initiative to move his legs.
(End of this chapter)