C100

At eight in the evening, Feng Yulun and Secretary Wan punctually knocked on the door of Yu Feifei's apartment.

The one who opened the door was Yu Feifei, who was still in the kitchen preparing the last soup.

"Director Feng, Secretary Wan, so punctual."

Yu Feifei invited the person in, and one of them gave him a new pair of slippers: "I just bought them."

"in total is nice," Feng Yulun nodded his head and changed his shoes, then went to the kitchen. Secretary Wan could only stay outside and chat with Yu Feifei: "When I received the phone call today, I was very scared, afraid that our wife would do something that would shock the world.

"Why did she do something?" Yu Feifei asked curiously.

"About that, it's fine. Aren't the two of them at loggerheads? I'm stuck in the middle and always act as a voice transmitter, so it's quite difficult for me." Secretary Wan laughed out loud, and almost blurted out what happened this morning. CEO Feng had told him many times, and he definitely could not let Xue Shanshan know.

Yu Feifei did not believe her at all, but since Wan Dongling did not say it, she did not pursue the matter further. After all, there were some things that she wanted to know, so she would naturally know.

Feng Yulun walked into the kitchen and saw that Xue Shanshan was wearing a pink apron and had a spoon in hand.

"What kind of soup?" He leaned against the door, his arms crossed over his chest, looking in a good mood.

"You came, and made a chicken soup. All of you worked so hard to make up for it." Xue Shanshan looked at Feng Yulun and smiled. Then, he took out a porcelain bowl and prepared to fill it with soup.

Xue Shanshan, who was dressed in casual clothes, had his hair tied up into a ponytail.

How long had it been since he last saw Xue Shanshan's smile?

It seemed like it had been a long time.

Feng Yulun's originally good mood improved a little. He rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"No need, you go out. This soup is done. Get ready to eat."

Xue Shanshan rejected her quickly. When had he, Young Master Feng, entered the kitchen? Honestly speaking, if he were to smash her pot, what would he eat tonight?

Xue Shanshan obviously did not believe in Feng Yulun's capabilities.

Her guarded look made Feng Yulun burst out in laughter. "I'm just so unreliable in my heart."

Xue Shanshan shook his head: "You're reliable at making money, but I'm not at ease at all when it comes to doing this."

"Hahahaha."

Feng Yulun laughed again. He didn't know why, but he felt that today's Xue Shanshan seemed to be exceptionally pleasing to the eye.

Yes, it was pleasing to the eye.

Yesterday at the old house, she either avoided him or resisted him. She didn't even hold his hand properly, just like a little hedgehog.

How could it be like today? The moment he entered, he felt warmth filled to the brim, as if he was really at home.

Inside Nan Mingshan's villa, it had been a long time since there was such a smell.

Since Shen Qingsi returned.

Feng Yulun's eyes dimmed. He was not willing to think too much about Shen Qingsi and Xue Shanshan.

The pottery pot that was just stewed was already very hot. Xue Shanshan did not realize that he had actually gone to carry the pot empty-handed.

"Be careful!"

Seeing that, Feng Yulun's heart tensed up, and immediately grabbed Xue Shanshan's hand, and pulled her to the side.

"What's wrong?"

Xue Shanshan still had not reacted, and looked at him blankly.

"Have you been idling like a fool recently? It's such a hot pot, yet you're using it directly? Do you think your hand isn't embarrassed enough? " Feng Yulun rolled his eyes as he looked at her. He pulled out a towel from the side, carefully wrapped it around the pot's ears, and carried it out.

Xue Shanshan looked at her hands, curled her lips, and followed her out.

"It's time for dinner, it's time for dinner."

Yu Feifei found a bowl and chopsticks and placed them on the table. Secretary Wan opened a bottle of wine and poured it out for everyone.

The last time I went to Nan Mingshan's place, I was fortunate enough to eat it once. I have always been obsessed with the taste.

The last time Xue Shanshan went to Nan Mingshan, he left the Secretary Wan to eat porridge.

"Then you have to eat more today. Don't even think about leaving if you don't finish the dishes today."

Xue Shanshan took off his apron, and sat beside Feng Yulun.

The four of them sat opposite to each other at a rectangular dining table. The Secretary Wan was on one side with Yu Feifei and Feng Yulun was on the other side with Xue Shanshan.

"Ma'am, can we pack it?"

Secretary Wan was in a difficult position, eating more than ten dishes on the table, just the four of them alone, could not finish all of them no matter how much he ate.

"No." Feng Yulun took the bowl and filled it with soup for Xue Shanshan. He placed it in front of her and helped himself to a bowl.

Then, he stopped moving.

Xue Shanshan was startled, and then reacted, when had this young master served anyone before? Being able to scoop up soup for her was already giving her face, as for Yu Feifei and Secretary Wan, they were not in his heart.

Fortunately, Secretary Wan was already used to it, so he consciously picked up the spoon and scooped up the soup for Yu Feifei and himself.

"CEO, the both of you that Madam is talking about seem to include you as well."

Secretary Wan reminded him out of good intentions.

Feng Yulun paused for a while, while drinking the soup, he continued to drink the soup as if nothing had happened.

The three of them looked at him in unison, waiting to see how he would react.

However, the CEO Feng acted as if he did not hear him, gracefully eating the food and drinking the soup, his eyes not looking away.

"Madam, I think you may have found a false husband."

"I suppose so."

"I think so too."

The three of them continued to look at the outside and pierced Feng Yulun's heart with their guns.

But what kind of person was Feng Yulun, someone so strong that even Mt. Tai could not change their expressions, how could they just mock him?

The atmosphere at the dining table slowly relaxed.

There were still a lot of dishes, so he didn't manage to eat half of it. The rest of the dishes were packed and put into the fridge.