Dark sugar is hard to prevent

Chapter 41 Irrelevant

After a while of nonsensical jokes, Tang Xien was about to turn off the video when Le Man suddenly asked, "By the way, why are you staying at Fu Shiyu's house?"

"Huh?" Tang Xi'en paused, "For the design drawing!"

She didn't want to mention the matter of Mrs. Li's visit to the door, because she was afraid that Le Man would be angry and bring a knife to trouble Mrs. Li, and she would have to go to court to defend Le Man, which would be a lot of trouble.

As soon as she heard that she was only doing it for the design, Le Man stopped talking, and only told her to be careful, and ended the call.

Upon waking up, a blazing orange swept across the ground outside the window. Tang Xi'en looked at the sunset sleepily, and for a moment he felt that dusk was like morning.

She put on a pink thin cotton nightgown in a daze, and opened the door to go out. The living room was dimly lit, and the light from the other side was the light source of the dining room and kitchen.

She followed the light and saw the tall and busy figure standing in front of the stove, and called out "Director Fu" in a nasal voice.

The man paused, and the oil in the pot sizzled.

She stepped forward, leaned against the door, and said lazily, "Go and rest, I'll make breakfast."

The man skillfully put the fried eel in the oil pan on a plate and brought it out.When passing by her, he glanced at her lightly, and said in a gentle voice, "It's already night, go wash your face and eat."

"Okay..." Tang Xi'en turned around meekly, and awkwardly touched the guest guard beside him.After washing his face with cold water, he came out again, his chaotic mind cleared up a lot.

Fu Shiyu was sitting at the left hand of the long dining table with a cold face.This style of dining table has a main seat, but after Tang Xien came, Fu Shiyu never sat in the middle of the main seat. He always sat first on the left, and often sat first on the right. The bit Tang Xien face to face.

Tang Xi'en had discovered this detail a long time ago.Fu Shiyu got off work last night, and after putting the takeaway on the table, she went to get the tableware like a dog.Fu Shiyu is the master, so she naturally put his tableware in the main position.

Unexpectedly, after Fu Shiyu changed his clothes and came out, he quietly moved the tableware to the position opposite her.

The two sat on equal footing and had dinner together.

Just like tonight, at the place opposite Fu Shiyu, on the placemat, there are soup bowls, porcelain bowls filled with white rice, and a pair of neatly arranged silver chopsticks.

Under the warm yellow light, Fu Shiyu was wearing a goose-yellow American shirt with a white T-shirt inside. He looked pure and ascetic.

"Come over for dinner." Fu Shiyu shouted.

Tang Xien suddenly came back to his senses, obediently walked to his seat and sat down, looked down at the three dishes and one soup on the table, and said with a smile: "Why didn't you wake me up, I wanted to make porridge for you."

"Oh, I don't want to eat porridge."

"..." Tang Xi'en felt that Fu Shiyu was really a person who was good at talking to death.

She smiled awkwardly but politely, lowered her head and took a sip of the soup. The warm and delicious fish soup entered her throat, which finally eased her dislike for Fu Shiyu.

Fu Shiyu also ate.

He sat upright, his lips were tightly closed when he chewed, his jaw moved regularly, without making any sound, and he was elegant and reserved every meal.

During the meal, no one spoke, and they ate in silence. The restaurant was so quiet that there was only the crisp sound of silver chopsticks touching the plate.

It wasn't until the meal was over that Fu Shiyu said with a serious face: "I am very grateful for your care last night."

"It should be." Tang Xien smiled politely.

"Maybe, you are angry that I didn't find a replacement nurse, and I didn't let your friend come to accompany you."

"No, no, no." Tang Xien spoke nonsense seriously, "I'm not angry."

"Based on this matter, I have also explained it to you. I personally pay great attention to privacy, so I don't want irrelevant people to enter or leave my apartment."

Tang Xi'en smiled coquettishly: "But strictly speaking, I am also an irrelevant person."

"..."

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(End of this chapter)