I go north, you go south

Ling Bei chuckled: "You mean Li Wei is like that?"

Nan Zishu curled his lips in disbelief.

"If you marry a woman like this, she will be in trouble."

"Actually, I'm quite curious as to which family would dare to marry such a woman home."

"I will never do such a stupid thing in my life."

Nan Zishu smiled helplessly.

"I think you are more stupid."

"Shu Shu..."

Ling Bei thought that Nan Zishu was going to say something self-defeating again, but before he could even express the relief, Nan Zishu's feather-like kiss fell on the corner of his lips.

"The dignified Mr. Ling has a love brain. If word spreads about it, people will not laugh to death."

"Oh, then the whole world had better laugh at me."

……

Ling Bei took Nan Zishu directly back to his temporary apartment in Yuecheng.

Nan Zishu's luggage had already been packed and delivered by Ren Qin.

The moment the lights in the room came on, Nan Zishu suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

Ling Bei threw Nan Zishu directly on the sofa.

"I remembered that night you made a video call to me and took a photo around the room first."

Nan Zishu raised his head and glanced around the living room, and then looked at the other rooms from a distance. He smiled and said with a smile: "It seems quite comprehensive now."

"Well, then I think my wife is praising me for being self-conscious?"

Ling Bei circled Nan Zishu's waist like a large dog, looking at her with slightly cunning eyes.

"Then...can I ask for a reward?"

Nan Zishu refused directly and decisively: "No."

"why?"

Ling Bei obviously didn't expect Nan Zishu to refuse so simply. His brows knitted together instantly, and the hands tied around her waist tightened involuntarily. "We spend less time together and more time apart. Shu Shu can't even satisfy my request?"

"You don't love me anymore."

Ling Bei stood up and propped one hand on the edge of the sofa, looking down at Nan Zishu with an expression that looked down on a betrayed man.

Nan Zishu was amused by his expression.

"What's that expression on your face? I'm just a little hungry."

"I ate a small cake at the dinner before the auction today. Do you want me to be hungry all night?"

"You also said I don't love you anymore..."

"I don't even care about dinner. I still think you don't love me anymore."

"What kind of random reward do you want..." Nan Zishu raised his hand and pushed Ling Bei: "Go and cook first."

Ling Bei's doting smile came from above his head, and he quickly attached himself to Nan Zishu's lips and pressed a kiss on her lips.

"Feed you first, then feed me."

"make a deal!"

The lights were on in the open kitchen, and the rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables echoed in the large living room. Ling Bei prepared a home-cooked dinner with ease.

Nan Zishu was lying on the bar just like he was at Ancheng's house, watching Ling Bei's figure busy back and forth in the kitchen.

"Abei." She called him softly.

"what happened?"

"Have you had a good meal here?"

Nan Zishu frowned quietly as he looked at the kitchen utensils with almost no signs of use.

"Most of the time there are social events and drinking parties. The kitchen here is really not used much."

Ling Bei told the truth.

Socializing and drinking parties are social occasions where businessmen drink and drink. Who can pursue the most basic sustenance in those occasions?
Even though he knew that he had to face these during the intense business trip, Nan Zishu couldn't help but feel sad.

"It's not good to eat outside, why can't you learn to cook a bowl of noodles when you go home?"