The next day, Friday.
Fu Nuan took off and went home from get off work as usual. As the car slowly turned off, she glanced at the man next to her who closed her eyes and slumbered, and thought: Is she the end of the punishment? A week is not too slow, today is the last day.
With a heartbreak, Fu Nuan cleared her voice: "Professor Rong, I promise to go to work on time in the future. I will never miss get off work or be late for no reason. I..."
"I'm hungry."
Suddenly, Fu Nuan was interrupted and looked at the man in front of him in a daze.
hungry
The woman curled her lips, suspicious: Does it have anything to do with her? Does she have to take care of the food
Who knows, just as Fu Nuan’s thoughts settled, he saw the man turned his head to the side of a smile, and his dark pupils met her eyes, as if he knew what she was thinking, his voice was not warm or cold. "Yes, cook."
When the words were over, Fu Nuan looked confused.
She... cooking him dinner
The woman is a little helpless, seeing that this is about to end the "punishment", how come this suddenly happened.
"This... isn't it right?"
Originally, she wanted to refuse directly, but when she came to her lips, she only dared to say one weakly, which was not appropriate.
"Then you think we should do something more appropriate, eh?"
Suddenly, his heart trembled by the man's words, Fu Nuan only felt that his cheeks were reddened by "rubbing", and his body temperature rose several degrees.
Do something... Well, is she thinking too complicated
"Ah... you..."
Fu Nuan was still trying to save herself from embarrassment, but as her heartbeat accelerated, her words gradually became a little unclear, and the man's low voice in her ear sounded again—
"It's just a meal, what is your guilty conscience?"
As the man said, he turned to put his hand on the back of the seat to support his forehead, his eyes were full of playfulness, as if to see through Fu Nuan's inner thoughts.
Fu Nuan held his breath, did not look directly at the boy's gaze. After breathing out a long breath, he reluctantly asked, "What does Professor Rong want to eat?"
"You can eat whatever you do."
"Then... Is there any food at home?"
After speaking, Fu Nuan flashed his eyes to avoid the hot gaze projected on his face, and even more unnaturally raised his hand to lift the broken hair in his ear.
"No."
The man answered very simply, but Fu Nuan was speechless.
"No food? I have to go to the supermarket to buy it? I think... Or should I invite Professor Rong to eat out?"
The woman held up a smiling face in time, but her heart was endless swearing—
If you want to eat a meal, just say it, it's just a meal, she can't afford it!
Unfortunately, before she disguised her smile a little more fake, the man suddenly cooled the burning light in his eyes, and his thin lips vomited: "I'm not used to eating, dirty."
After being blocked again, Fu Nuan was really helpless, and had to re-hold the steering wheel and drove to the supermarket to buy ingredients.
No way, who made her provoke a difficult boss.
ten minutes later.
Fu Nuan was already picking vegetables in the supermarket by pushing the trolley without his temper.
She looked at the man next to her and found that people around her looked at the two from time to time, either looking twice or turning back. Of course, most of them were women. It can be seen that men who are too good-looking have a tendency to turn their heads.
Fu Nuan picked a broccoli and asked, "What does Professor Rong like to eat?"
Rong Yu strolled in the idyllic courtyard with one hand in his pocket and glanced at Fu Nuan with expressionless expression: "Whatever."
Hearing the sound, Fu Nuan pursed the corners of his mouth, then went to pick the dishes next to him, "What about this?"
"casual."
"What about that?"
"casual."
The woman suddenly said: "..."
After hearing "whatever" over and over again, Fu Nuan didn't ask anything. He just picked a few dishes he liked and went to checkout.
After the two returned to the Jingyuan apartment again, she entered the kitchen and was even more confused by the brand new kitchen utensils that seemed to have never been used before
'Didn’t you say you don’t eat outside food? How come even the kitchen is new? Haven't lived here before? '
Fu Nuan kept muttering in her heart, but raised her mouth to the man sitting on the sofa reading a magazine—
"I'm not good at cooking, Professor Rong can only do it."
Thinking about her own cooking skills, Fu Nuan was a kind reminder, and the man sitting on the sofa never looked back at her, only a faint voice came—
"It doesn't matter what you do what I eat."
Listening to this sentence which means "whatever", the woman simply stopped talking, and just started to mess around in the kitchen.
After half an hour.
The four dishes and one soup on the table seem to look good under the light of the crystal chandelier.
Of course—
When Fu Nuan was holding the spoon and lowered his head to drink the soup, the man who just said "whatever" started to pick and choose!
"The salt in this dish is heavy."
"This meat shouldn't be vinegar."
"There is soup... It's tasteless."
She raised her eyes to meet the disgusting look in the man's eyes, and Fu Nuan was speechless for a moment.
What kind of people did she meet!
She turned a deaf ear to Rong Yu's comments, eating her own dishes one bite at a time, with a posture of "you don't eat, I eat".
Rong Yu suddenly muttered in a low voice, "How can you be a wife in the future like this?"
Suddenly, Fu Nuan choked, "What?"
I thought she didn't have a hearing voice just now, right? He said... Wife
This meal is a mess!
Fu Nuan frowned, Yu Guang glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, took a paper towel and wiped his mouth while saying: "Professor Rong, although you don't like your appetite, I can count as fulfilling your request. I still have something to do. , Just leave."
With that, she stood up, walked to the living room, carrying a lady's bag and coat, and walked towards the door.
but-
Before Fu Nuan pushed the door open, the sound of footsteps heard behind him, accompanied by the unique masculine breath, instantly pressing her body against the door.
Rubbing a strong arm against his ear, Fu Nuan raised her eyes subconsciously, and met the dark black pupils, and the warm breath slowly brushed her cheeks.
"That night, it was in your apartment. Tonight, there is no one else here, only the two of us..."
The man’s shining gaze in front of him made people sink into depression. Fu Nuan only felt that his whole body was getting angry, his cheeks were flushed, and he blinked. He didn't quite understand what he meant.
Could it be... He, this is the second appointment with her