C16

The next day, Friday.

As usual, Fu Nuan sent Rong Yu home from work. As the car stopped, she looked at the man sleeping beside her and thought: Was she considered finished with her punishment? A week's time passed by, not too slowly. Today was the last day.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat, and Fu Nuan cleared his throat saying, "Prof. Rong, I promise that in the future, you will be on time to get off work, and I promise that you won't miss work or be late for work for no reason. I …"

"I'm hungry."

Abruptly, Fu Nuan was interrupted and stared blankly at the man in front of him.

Hungry?

The woman pursed her lips, full of suspicion. What did it have to do with her? Was she supposed to be in charge of food?

Unexpectedly, just as Fu Nuan's thoughts were settled, the man turned his head and smiled, his deep black eyes met hers, as if he knew what was going on in her mind. He said in a neither warm nor cold voice, "That's right, cook."

After saying that, Fu Nuan's face became blank.

She … Make him dinner?

The woman felt a little helpless. She was about to end the 'punishment', so why did such a scene suddenly appear?

"This... "Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

She originally wanted to directly refuse, but when the words reached her mouth, she only dared to weakly say it out loud.

"Then you think it's more appropriate for us to do something, eh?"

The man's words made Fu Nuan's heart tremble, Fu Nuan only felt her face turn red, and her body temperature rose a few degrees.

Do something... Well, was she being too complicated?

"Cough …" "You …"

Fu Nuan was still trying to think of an excuse to save herself from her embarrassment, but as her heartbeat accelerated, her words gradually became unclear, and the man's low voice sounded out once again —

"It's just a meal, what are you afraid of?"

As the man spoke, he turned and rested his hand on the back of the chair to support his forehead. His eyes were full of playfulness, as if he had seen through all of Fu Nuan's thoughts.

Fu Nuan held her breath, she did not look straight into his eyes, and after releasing a long breath, she asked unwillingly: What does Prof. Rong want to eat?

"Eat whatever you cook."

"Then... Are there any dishes at home? "

His voice paused, Fu Nuan suddenly blinked his eyes, avoiding the scorching gaze that was cast on his face, and even more unnaturally raised his hand to pick up the strands of hair beside his ear.

"Nope."

The man answered very straightforwardly, but Fu Nuan was speechless when he heard him.

"No dishes?" You still need to go to the supermarket to buy it? I think... Shall I treat Prof. Rong out to eat? "

The woman smiled in time, but in her heart she cursed.

If you want to freeload, just say so. It's just a meal, it's not like she can't afford to treat you!

It was a pity that before she could put on a fake smile, the man suddenly cooled down his eyes and said softly with his thin lips, "I'm not used to eating it. It's dirty."

Once again, he was stuck in a dilemma. Fu Nuan had no other choice but to tighten the steering wheel and drive to the supermarket to buy ingredients.

There was no helping it, after all she had offended a big boss who was hard to serve.

Ten minutes later.

Fu Nuan was already in a bad mood as he pushed his cart to pick vegetables in the supermarket.

She looked at the man beside her and noticed that there were people throwing glances at them from time to time. Most of them were women, but men who were too good-looking had the ability to turn their heads.

Fu Nuan picked a broccoli plant and asked: What does Prof. Rong like to eat?

Rong Yu strolled leisurely by the side with one hand in his pockets, and glanced at Fu Nuan without any expression: "Up to you."

Hearing that, Fu Nuan pursed his lips, and went to choose a dish at the side, "What about this?"

"Whatever."

"What about that?"

"Whatever."

The woman was taken aback. "…"

After hearing "anything" over and over again, Fu Nuan decided to not ask anymore. He just chose a few of his favorite dishes and went to settle the bill.

When the two of them returned to the apartment, she, who had entered the kitchen, was even more confused by the brand-new kitchen utensils that didn't even seem to be used?

'Didn't you say that you won't eat the food outside? Then why is the kitchen so new? Never lived here before? '

Fu Nuan kept muttering in his heart, but on the contrary, he shouted to the man sitting on the sofa reading a magazine:

"My culinary skills are not good enough, so Prof. Rong can only take it on for a bit."

As he thought about his cooking skills, Fu Nuan's "kind-hearted" voice sounded out, but the man sitting on the sofa didn't even turn his head to look at her, it was only faintly audible — —

"It doesn't matter, I'll eat whatever you cook."

After hearing the meaning of "anything", the woman simply ignored it and continued to fiddle around in the kitchen.

Half an hour later.

The four dishes and one soup on the table looked pretty good under the light of the crystal chandelier.

However —

Just as Fu Nuan was holding a spoon and lowering his head to drink the soup, the man who had just said "anything", suddenly started to pick and choose!

"The salt in this dish is too heavy."

"This meat shouldn't be vinegar."

"And soup..." "No smell."

She raised her eyes to look at the man who loathed her, causing Fu Nuan to instantly be speechless.

What, what kind of people did she meet!?

Regarding Rong Yu's comment, she turned a deaf ear to it and continued to eat her own dishes, with the attitude of "if you don't want to eat, I will eat".

Rong Yu suddenly muttered: "How are you going to be a wife in the future like this?"

Suddenly, Fu Nuan choked on her words. "What?"

She couldn't have been hallucinating, right? He said... Wife?

This was a farewell meal!

Fu Nuan frowned, he glanced at the clock on the wall, pulled out a tissue and wiped his mouth: "Prof. Rong, although it's not to your liking, but I have already fulfilled your request. I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first. "

After saying that, she stood up and walked into the living room. Carrying her lady bag and coat, she walked in the direction of the door.

But —

Without waiting for Fu Nuan to push open the door, footsteps came from behind her, accompanied by a man's unique Qi, he pushed her body against the door in an instant.

A strong arm brushed past her ear, and Fu Nuan subconsciously raised his eyes to meet the pair of dark black eyes. A warm breath slowly brushed across her face.

"That night, in your apartment. Tonight, there's no one else here, only the two of us … "

The man in front of him had a gaze that could make people sink into depravity, Fu Nuan felt as though her entire body was on fire, her face flushed red, she blinked, and did not understand what he meant.

Could it be … Did he want to make a second appointment with her?