Chapter 269

An hour later, a black car drove slowly into the villa.

The man sitting in the back seat was fan Youchen. His face was tired of insomnia for several days.

Recently, there are many problems in the company. As a result, he sleeps in the company most of the time.

In the car, he closed his eyes and felt cold all over.

"Mr. Fan, I have arrived."

The driver looked at the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and his voice was steady.

Fan Youchen opened his eyes slowly, and his deep eyes fell outside the window.

"Well, go back and rest."

Without waiting for the man to push the door to get off, the driver got off in a hurry and opened the rear door. Then he said to fan Youchen who got off the bus, "Mr. Fan, I don't think your face is very good. Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

Just when he left the company, he drank a glass of whisky and wanted to sleep for a while in this way.

But he couldn't sleep in the rest room. He didn't trust to leave Qiao man here, so he asked the driver to drive him back.

Fan Youchen's voice is light, say: "need not."

Fan Youchen left this sentence, people have strided to the direction of the villa.

The driver looked at the back of his president and sighed.

In the driver's eyes, fan Youchen didn't pay attention to anything at all, and there was nothing worthy of his attention.

The driver turned to get on the car and left, while fan Youchen had come to the door of the villa slowly.

Now he felt a little heavy when he walked, and his head was dizzy.

Perhaps because of his recent fatigue, coupled with his long-term social intercourse, his stomach is not good.

When fan Youchen entered the villa and stood at the entrance, he felt a little pain in his stomach, which made him frown and stand for a while with the wall of the entrance.

In fact, this is his villa, only because Han Ye likes it here, so he let Han Bing say that his family bought it for Han Ye.

In fact, the property right is fan Youchen, not the Han family.

Now Han Ye has been hospitalized for treatment. He doesn't want to leave it empty, so he moves back.

Fan Youchen is used to coming back in the dark, but he stands at the entrance and looks at the villa as bright as day.

This feeling made him think that when his aunt was alive, every time he came home from school, she would turn on the light and wait for him to go home.

Is someone waiting for him, too?

Oh!

Fan Youchen can't help laughing at himself. No one will wait for him to come back.

Fan Youchen felt his stomachache relieved a lot, so he changed his slippers and went inside. When he was ready to go upstairs, the fragrance of rice in the air made his eyes sink.

This smell, people can't help but think of the smell of home.

When he didn't smell it, he didn't feel hungry. But when he smelled it, he felt hungry.

Fan Youchen then turned around and walked along the fragrant kitchen. She saw a woman wearing an apron and her hair tied up at random. Her back had a warm feeling, which crossed fan Youchen's heart.

She was standing in front of the stove, tasting the bean curd spareribs soup with a spoon, and nodded with satisfaction.

Qiao man then filled a bowl of soup, and with a few small dishes, coupled with a bowl of steaming rice, simply not too delicious.

"At last we can eat."

At the moment when Qiao man turned around with his plate, his sweet smile was on his face when he saw the man standing at the door.

The man had a camel cashmere coat and looked lazy.

He definitely looked at Qiao man, and Qiao man also looked at him.

Soon, Joman took back his eyes and put the plate on the table.

Her stomach is really too hungry, really don't want because of fan Youchen things, affect their good mood of eating.

As soon as Qiao man was ready to sit down, he heard fan Youchen's sarcastic words: "after eating, hurry up and design clothes. Your time is running out."

Mingming doesn't think so, but every time fan Youchen sees Qiao man, he can't help but sneer at her.

Suddenly he felt a fire in his stomach, which made him frown. It seemed that he needed to find some medicine.

After fan Youchen left this sentence, he turned and left.

Qiao man looks at fan Youchen's back in surprise. She doesn't know why. She always thinks that something is wrong with him.

I don't think he's uncomfortable!

Joman quickly took back his thoughts, shook his head and said to himself, "this kind of bad guy deserves to die."

Then she sat down, picked up her chopsticks and began to eat.

In fact, her stomach is also bad, which is the result of not having breakfast at school. But since she married Mu Beicheng, she has formed the habit of having breakfast.

She had to take care of her body so that she could have children for him.

Soon, Qiao man finished a bowl of rice and a bowl of tofu soup.After supper, Qiao man stood up and prepared to clean up the dishes.

When she put the chopsticks in the sink, fan Youchen's voice came from behind.

"Make me a bowl of noodle soup."

The man's tone is full of orders. After leaving this sentence, people have been waiting at the table.

Wen Yan's Qiao man turns around and looks at fan Youchen. He doesn't have much emotion in his eyes: "are you disabled? You can't cook yourself. "

When Qiao man finished these words, under the orange light, she vaguely saw that fan Youchen's face was a little bad.

Even his lips turned blue.

Looking at one of his hands covering his stomach, his expression was very ugly. At a glance, he knew that he was uncomfortable.

For such symptoms, Joe man can not be more familiar with.

Can't he have a stomach upset?

"Fan Youchen, are you ok?"

Qiao man can't help coming forward and looking at fan Youchen.

It was the first time that he saw fan Youchen like this. At first he saw his elegant appearance. Later, after she expressed her heart, he gradually became cold and heartless, more and more like Mu Beicheng.

"You wish I had something to do. I'm sorry. I'm going to disappoint you." Fan Youchen words with hostility, and then continue to say: "immediately give me a bowl of hot noodle soup."

At the moment, fan Youchen, even though he has a terrible stomachache, is still arrogant.

"I'm not your servant. You can make your own noodles."

Qiao man looks at fan Youchen's appearance, the nameless fire rises instantly.

Leaving this sentence, Joman took off his apron and turned to leave.

"Qiao man, do you want me to catch Yan Xin'er back?" Fan Youchen's words, immediately let Joe live in the kitchen door, did not take another step, his words like strangling her neck, let her have no way to ignore.