President Satan, don't love me

Chapter 59 Blow Her Hair
After that, he didn't touch her.

But when she came out of the shower, he appeared on her bed again.

All night, he held her as before.

It was as if the unhappiness between the two had never happened before.

An Ran ignored him and slept deeply that night.

The next day is Sunday.

Qiao Yuchen didn't go out all day.

She cooks, he eats, and after eating, he sits on the sofa, reads newspapers, watches TV, and looks at his mobile phone.

There was zero communication between the two.

It was around four o'clock in the afternoon, and An Ran wanted to go out.

Qiao Yuchen asked, "Where are you going?"

She said calmly, "Go to Mr. Fu's house, his daughter invited me to dinner."

"It's him again," Qiao Yuchen said coldly.

"You're wrong. It's not Mr. Fu, it's Mr. Fu's daughter. Also, stop saying things I don't like to hear. Don't you often go to An Xin when you have nothing to do?"

"I am a man."

"I know, you are a man and I am a woman," she shrugged, "does it matter?"

"An Ran, you are still my wife now, so let me remind you, you'd better..."

"Do you keep yourself safe?" She walked back to him with her arms in her arms, "Since you don't plan to divorce me, do I have to ask you to give me half of your property? You want to use 1000 million to buy my future ? Then you think too highly of yourself, I am worth more than you think."

Qiao Yuchen raised his eyebrows: "Money... It's money again, if I give you money, you will be obedient and keep yourself safe."

"No, giving me money and making me obedient are two different things. Some women are naturally restless, and I am," she shrugged. "Otherwise, why don't others go to jail, and I go to jail?"

"you……"

After finishing speaking, An Ran pointed to the door: "If you want dinner, find a place for yourself. Of course, if you are willing to wait, I will be back at eight o'clock. I can consider making dinner for you then."

She turned and left after speaking.

Qiao Yuchen didn't stop her.

This woman was deliberately mad at him.

After An Ran left, he drove to Fu Ruchu's house.

After she rang the doorbell, it was Fu Youyou who came to open the door.

"Aunt An Ran, you are finally here."

An Ran rubbed her head: "Are you waiting for me?"

"Yes, my father is cooking. I'm afraid that if you come too late, the dishes will be cold."

An Ran picked up Yoyo and came to the door of the kitchen, "Mr. Fu."

Fu Ruchu was wearing an apron, and his body exuded a soft light.

"An Ran is here."

"do you need my help?"

"Yes, help me play with Yoyo."

Youyou wrapped her arms around Anran's neck: "Auntie, I'm easy to take care of."

An Ran pinched her little face: "I feel it too."

"I was building blocks with my dad this afternoon, would you like to see the castle we built?"

"Okay, let's go."

An Ran hugged her and left, Fu Ruchu looked at the big and small people in the living room through the kitchen door, with a faint smile on his lips.

Fu Ruchu cooked four dishes, and the three of them sat at the dining table together.

"An Ran, I always let you come here like this, so it didn't delay your business."

"No, it's my honor to come to Cengfan. The point is, Mr. Fu, your cooking skills are really great."

An Ran looked at Yoyo: "Right."

"That's right, my father is a god, and he can do everything well."

Fu Ruchu smiled helplessly, this little girl always spoke in such a way.

He's used to it too.

After eating, An Ran wanted to leave, and Fu Ruchu came out to see her off.

The two walked to the door of the house, and said safely: "Mr. Fu, you go in and accompany Yoyo, don't come out."

"I'm really sorry today. I didn't know that Yoyo called you secretly."

She shook her head: "It's really okay, Yoyo is so cute, I would like to play with her."

"I always feel guilty about this child, because back then...if it wasn't for me, her mother wouldn't have died."

She frowned and looked at him. After a while, she raised her hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"Mr. Fu, if your lover has a spirit in the sky, knowing that you are so guilty, he will definitely forgive you."

"She won't forgive me, because when a person dies, there is nothing left, and there is no spirit in the sky." He smiled helplessly: "Some people, after doing something wrong, still have a chance to make up for it, but I will never do it again." There will be."

"Yes, as long as you treat Yoyo well and make Yoyo happy for the rest of her life, she will definitely forgive you, trust me."

Fu Ruchu looked at her, saw her pursing her lips, and looked at herself with a slight smile...

He lowered his eyes: "Be careful on the road."

"Well, Mr. Fu, goodbye."

She opened the door and got in the car.

The moment she was about to close the car door, Fu Ruchu suddenly pressed her car door.

An Ran looked at him, and Fu Ruchu's eyes were serious: "An Ran, you and Mr. Qiao..."

An Ran frowned, her hands tightened inexplicably.

Fu Ruchu also hesitated to speak, and let go of his hand after a moment of silence: "Forget it, let's talk about it later."

She looked at him: "Mr. Fu, thank you for your hospitality tonight. Goodbye."

She closed the door, started the car and left.

It only takes 2 minutes to drive from Fu Ruchu's home to her home.

The car drove to the door of the house, but she had no intention of going in.

She sat in the car and sighed.

Just now, she almost blurted out and told him, 'Mr. Fu, I married Qiao Yuchen. '

However, when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back.

So what?What can be changed?

Mr. Fu can't help her with anything.

She opened the car door and got out of the car. When she returned home, Qiao Yuchen was still sitting on the sofa, looking at her calmly.

"You said you'd be back at eight, but now it's 08:30."

An Ran looked sideways at the wall, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Of course, didn't you say, come back at eight o'clock and make it for me."

She frowned for a moment, then turned and walked to the kitchen.

Qiao Yuchen glanced at her: "Make some meat, I'm hungry."

"Okay," An Ran replied without any emotion, and entered the kitchen.

She knew that Qiao Yuchen did it on purpose.

If he is really hungry, he can have someone bring him dinner, or he can go out to eat.

He didn't eat at this time, it was on purpose.

However, she was not in a good mood, so she didn't plan to argue with him anymore.

She fried a bowl of noodles for him and brought it out: "Let's eat."

Qiao Yuchen pursed his lips, got up and walked over to sit down, frowning: "Just eat this? It's too dry."

She poured him a glass of water casually: "Here, just drink it."

Qiao Yuchen sighed: "You can go to make dinner for others, and end up eating this for your husband?"

"You're wrong. I didn't cook the dinner, but Mr. Fu."

"You said that Fu Ruchu cooked the rice?" He smiled disdainfully: "Who would believe it?"

"Believe it or not, not all men are like you. They shake their hands and act as ancestors every day. They don't owe you anything. You still pick and choose when they give you food."

"Are you despising me?"

"I feel at ease when I dislike it," she curled her lips and turned to go upstairs.

Qiao Yuchen frowned, feeling very upset.

Fu Ruchu can cook?how can that be possible.

He put down his chopsticks, picked up his cell phone and called Tan Zhengnan.

"Zheng Nan, find me a professional chef tomorrow."

"Boss, are you changing cooks?"

"No, I want to learn how to cook. Let him come to the company every day and talk to me for an hour."

Tan Zhengnan was stunned for a moment: "Learn to cook? Then... Do you want a Chinese or Western chef?"

“Chinese food.”

"Got it, I'll do it."

Qiao Yuchen glanced upstairs in displeasure, it's just cooking, there's nothing difficult about it.

He can do what Fu Ruchu can do.

He picked up the noodles and ate them with big mouthfuls.

In order for her to cook for himself, he was really hungry.

She was taking a shower in the bathroom when he went upstairs.

He opened the door, only to find that it was locked inside.

He hooked his lips and smiled, this woman has learned to be smart recently.

After An Ran took a shower, she was blowing her hair, and Qiao Yuchen walked in wearing a bathrobe and looking refreshed.

"You played well tonight, that side tastes good."

An Ran squinted at him: "I drugged it inside."

"Love medicine? That's just right. Exercise is good for your health."

He walks up to her.

She got up quickly, and was on guard against him, but unruly: "A person like you is not suitable for taking love medicine, rat poison is the most suitable."

He looked coldly and took a step forward.

She stepped back, her buttocks had already touched the dressing table.

"Hey, don't say that the wind is the rain, I'm just kidding."

Qiao Yuchen smiled, snatched the hair dryer from her hand, and sat on the stool.

He patted his leg: "Sit down."

She frowned: "My hair is still wet."

"sit."

"What? What are you doing again?"

"You know when you sit down?" He raised his eyebrows, "Or do you want me to sit down for you?"

An Ran didn't move, he pulled her into his arms and let her sit on his lap.

She struggled to shake, but he shouted in a low voice: "Don't move."

An Ran frowned, feeling the desire beneath him.

She really didn't dare to move again: "I won't do it."

She had just finished speaking when the sound of the hair dryer rang again, and Qiao Yuchen raised her hand to help her dry her hair.

An Ran's heart skipped a beat, and she turned her head slightly to look at him.

The warm wind blows on the face, very warm.

A smile rose from the corner of his lips: "It's the first time I blow someone's hair."

She turned her head and stopped looking at him, but the corners of her lips slightly raised: "No wonder, so clumsy."

She thought he would be angry.

Unexpectedly, he didn't.

He just said lightly: "Practice makes perfect for this kind of thing. Next time, I will do better than this time."

She frowned, does this mean there is a next time?
"Qiao Yuchen, you don't charge for it, do you?"

"If you insist on tipping, I don't mind."

An Ran couldn't help laughing: "Three yuan, no more."

"In the whole world, only you dare to set such a cheap price for me."

"That's because, in the whole world, I'm the only one who has tried your poor technology."

He frowned: "Technology? When you say that, I feel that my man's self-esteem has been trampled. Your so-called technology doesn't point in any other direction, right?"

She looked at him with a calm expression, since he came back from the Czech Republic, he seems... Something is different.

(End of this chapter)