Boss, your mother is black again

Chapter 61 Are You Worried About Young Mistress?
The weather in summer is changeable, and it is still sunny and cloudless in the morning.

When it was almost dusk, a thunderstorm fell from the sky, and the dark clouds spread, covering the sky and the earth, and a heavy rain was about to fall.

The situation is changing and mysterious.

Fu Yunshen sat lazily in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and the floor was covered with comfortable tatami mats.

His back was resting on the soft cushion, and he had one leg propped up, one arm resting casually on it.

He was resting with his eyes closed, and the gold-rimmed glasses that were usually on the bridge of his nose had been taken off, completely revealing a handsome and beautiful face.

Long eyelashes are thick, like a crow's feathers, a gentleman is dignified, gentle as jade.

It's rare to be leisurely, he unexpectedly discovered that since Shen Moran left, his life has been surprisingly quiet.

Although I am not used to it for a while, it is really quiet and good!

Without that woman making noise by his side, his world was instantly peaceful.

but
The door of the room was opened, and Gong Ran walked in with the brewed tea and snacks.

In the beautiful white porcelain cup, the fragrant black tea is steaming, and the dessert served is Fu Yunshen's favorite mousse cake.

He likes all kinds of sweets, especially cakes.

After Shen Moran knew about his hobby, she even laughed at him on purpose, "It's like a girl who loves sweets."

For this reason, Mr. Fu was so angry that he didn't eat sweets for several days.

However, now that Shen Moran has run away from home, he can just do whatever he wants.

Today's mousse cake is made by the new pastry chef, which matches the cloudy weather just right.

Putting the tea and dessert in front of him, Gong Ran stood aside with the plate in his arms, his brows slightly wrinkled, his expression tangled.

There are some things that he doesn't know whether to say or not to say?

"Gong Ran, if you have something to say, speak up."

Fu Yunshen raised his eyelids and glanced at him, took a sip of the black tea in front of him, and said softly.

Gong Ran's face was full of worries, and it was difficult for him to ignore them.

Gong Ran hugged the dinner plate in his arms even more tightly, brows were still frowning, "Mr. Fu, come and report that young mistress has gone to the hospital."

Hearing this, Fu Yunshen's eyes suddenly narrowed, and the movement of forking the mousse cake also paused.

"Go to the hospital?"

His voice was deep and hoarse, and he couldn't hear any special emotion, but Xiuya's long eyebrows unconsciously gathered slightly towards the middle.

"Why did she go to the hospital? Sick?"

As he spoke, he pretended to be calm and forked a small piece of mousse cake into his mouth.

It melts at the entrance.

Gong Ran's fingers holding the dinner plate tightened slightly, and he bit the bullet and asked, "Mr. Fu, are you worried about Young Mistress?"

Fu Yunshen couldn't help but pause as he drank tea.

He turned his eyes slowly and gave Gong Ran a sideways look.

In an instant, Gong Ran only felt a thousand chills, piercing through his body like thousands of arrows piercing his heart.

His back felt cold, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead and palms.

He hurriedly stood at attention, but he didn't dare to meet Mr. Fu's sight, he was so scared.

Could it be that he said something wrong?
"Heh" Fu Yunshen retracted his eyes and smiled sarcastically, "Don't over-interpret, I have no reason to care about her."

It's not necessary either!

Gong Ran's palms were already drenched with sweat, his back straightened even more, and he didn't dare to twist around any more.
"The young lady is not sick, she sent others to the hospital for the sake of helping others."

Fu Yunshen's slender fingers visibly relaxed a little, and he lifted the white porcelain cup in front of him gracefully again, and took a sip of the black tea.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, with a smile that was not a smile, and his tone became colder and mocking, "Help others? Heh, Shen Moran still has such a warm heart!"

　Mr. Match: Are you worried about her?
　　Mr. Fu: I am not!I don't!Don't talk nonsense!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)