She was a little confused for a moment and couldn't help but look around, thinking she was in the wrong place.
It was certain that she was at home, which meant that he came over at some unknown time.
"Where's my mother?" she asked.
"She said she was going to bed first when she was tired," Cheng Zitong replied.
Fu Yuan'er glanced at the closed door, exhaled, and turned around. Her mood had returned to normal.
"Are you eating?" she asked.
"Eat," he said.
So she gave him a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and sat down to eat.
Cheng Zitong looked into the pot, cheese instant noodles, rice cake, spicy cabbage...
"What is this?" he asked.
Fu Yuan'er was stunned for a moment, "No, you don't look like someone who has never had Korean hot pot."
Korean hotpot?
"Why do they call this stuff hotpot?" he asked.
"...because they don't know how to be our bottom." She also admired herself for answering him seriously.
"But you can have a taste. I can't eat so much by myself."
Cheng Zitong ate a little and then put down his chopsticks.
"You like to eat these weird things."
Fu Yuan'er was slightly stunned: "What else?"
"Roast goose."
She remembered that last time she was not at home, her mother entertained Cheng Zitong with the roast goose she bought.
"Ahem," she had to say, "I think it's not that I'm weird, but that you're weird. Because what I eat is what many people like to eat."
"A lot of people like food, so it must be good?" Cheng Zitong asked rhetorically.
Fu Yuan'er:......
A book she read in college, "The Crowd", came to her mind. The teacher who recommended her to read this book suggested that she use the theories in the book to create hot news.
No, she was just craving for a cheese fondue. Is it necessary for Cheng Zitong to rise to a theoretical level?
"Cheng Zitong, if you don't want to eat, no one will force you." She said simply.
Cheng Zitong put down the bowl and chopsticks, but did not leave. He just sat and watched her eat.
Fu Yuan'er understood that he did this on purpose, so she pretended not to see it and ate whatever she wanted.
After eating, I put away the dishes and took them into the kitchen to clean.
As soon as she stood in front of the kitchen counter, she felt a heat on her waist. He came behind her and hugged her from behind.
"Fu Yuan'er," he lowered his hard lips tightly to her ear, "you don't seem to have a correct understanding of my identity."
His tone was low, exuding extreme danger.
Fu Yuan'er didn't dare to talk back easily because she still couldn't figure out what he wanted to do.
"Cheng Zitong, you...if you have something to say, can you please say it carefully..."
He chuckled coldly, "When I talk to my wife, how can I say it properly?"
Fu Yuan'er frowned, her mind already turning several corners.
Why did he suddenly say such things, his identity, my wife...
Why is he suddenly looking for a sense of presence?
Before he could figure it out, he suddenly turned her body to face him, "Fu Yuan'er, do you really want me to marry Fu Bining?"
She was stunned for a moment, then realized that it was what happened in the hospital just now that made him unhappy.
She couldn't help but smile contemptuously, crossed her arms, and kept a little distance from him in the limited space.
"I am doing this for your own good, Cheng Zitong. Fu Bining will not go against you and will help you wholeheartedly. Maybe he will have a child with you soon."
"Fu Yuan'er, remember," his face suddenly darkened, horribly, "I don't need others to teach me what to do."
Fu Yuan'er met his eyes without fear, "Really? What a coincidence. I don't like others to teach me how to do it."
so,
"Those things you impose on me that I don't like, I will give them back to you."
Until you can't stand it anymore.
He suddenly took a step closer, and she subconsciously let go of her hand to push him, but he took the lead and moved closer to her.
The hot air from his breath sprayed continuously on the top of her head.
Here we go again!
Fu Yuan'er resisted instinctively, but thought that the more she disliked this, the more he would use this trick to threaten her.
She hesitated and simply took a step forward. The two of them were almost seamlessly touching each other.
They seemed sweet, but there was anger burning in their eyes.
They were just facing off like this, no one said anything, it was just a matter of seeing who would lose first.
I don't know when, Fu Yuan'er squinted her eyes and looked deep into his eyes.
In addition to anger, there were also things she couldn't understand, including hatred, confusion, and sighs...
"Yuan'er..." She was curious and wanted to see more clearly, and suddenly heard her mother's voice at the door.
She was stunned and immediately pushed him away.
Only then did Fu's mother see the two of them clearly, she said softly "ah" and hurriedly exited.
"Yuan'er, I'm fine. I went back to my room to sleep."
Fu Yuan'er was speechless. Her mother must have thought what the two of them were doing.
"Mom," she said loudly in the kitchen without going out to explain, "please go to sleep slowly while I wash the dishes."
There is no need to explain this kind of thing. The more you describe it, the darker it becomes.
There was a "bang" sound. Fu's mother deliberately closed the door and made a noise to tell them that she had really entered the room.
She quite believed that her mother had been a ball player before, and she always wanted to assist.
But when she was obsessed with Ji Senzhuo, why didn't she see her mother assist her a few times?
After a while, the room became quiet again.
Cheng Zitong walked out.
Fu Yuan'er took a deep breath, calmed down, and washed the bowl first.
Returning to the living room, he was nowhere to be seen.
Before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she saw something was wrong in the room. He was such a tall figure, sitting in her small room, and the room immediately seemed to be filled.
"You should go back first," she said as she walked in. "I want to spend some time with my mother."
"Grandpa is sick. If I go back alone, am I waiting for the Cheng family to take advantage of me?" he asked.
"Then don't stay here. If you stay here, I still have a place to stay?" Can she tell the truth?
"Fu Yuan'er, let's make a deal." Suddenly, he said.
"trade?"
"For three months, you will be Mrs. Cheng, and I will help you drive your uncle and aunt out of the Cheng family."
Fu Yuan'er looked at him, she knew he could do it.
"Okay, but I have a condition."
"What?"
"Why does it have to be me? Tell me why."
Cheng Zitong glanced at her and smiled, very casually, "You are the most beautiful of the Fu family who are of a suitable age to be my wife."
Fu Yuan'er:......
She really wanted him to get out!
If it weren’t for the conditions he offered, they would be really tempting!
"How do you want to be Mrs. Cheng?" Now all that's left is the operation.
"It's very simple. You treat me as your real husband."
Fu Yuan'er:......
Starting tonight, Fu Yuan'er really understood what the Cheng family meant to him.
She had been having trouble with him for a long time, blocking him from sleeping with other women more than three times, but he didn't care and didn't make a deal with her.
Ever since she entered the Cheng family, she only went to his company to "pick him up" after get off work, and he couldn't bear it anymore.
What does he want from this trip to the Cheng family?
Fu Yuan'er is here
I stood on the steps for a while, then walked back inside.
She stayed at home with her mother for three days and it was time to come back today.
"Fu Yuan'er!" As soon as she stepped into the house, Cheng Muching suddenly jumped out with gritted teeth, raised her hand and slapped her.
Fu Yuan'er was on guard and ducked sideways. Cheng Muying slapped the wall hard, causing her to gasp in pain.
"Cheng Muying, I haven't been back for three days, so why don't you put on a big show for me?" Fu Yuan'er couldn't help laughing.
Cheng Muying stared at her bitterly: "Screw your special snacks, you dare to play tricks on me!"
Fu Yuan'er covered her mouth, Cheng Muching didn't say anything, she had forgotten about this trap.
It seemed that he had indeed tricked her.
Cheng Muching's eyes were about to burst into flames. Not only had she been tricked, but she had been tricked.
She went to queue early, but there was no such thing as what Fu Yuan'er was talking about.
She also spent money to hire someone to buy it for her, and went to great lengths to buy it. Fu Yuan'er didn't say anything about taking it, but when she got it back, the old lady didn't eat a bite, and even scolded her, saying that she didn't have to be on the right path.
A good credit card will be frozen for a month.
"Fu Yuan'er, what grudge do I have against you?" Cheng Muying yelled.
Fu Yuan'er shook her head, "I didn't expect you to buy it. Wouldn't it be better if you told me earlier and I told you the specific address?"
Cheng Muching:......
She said for a long time that it was her own fault!
Cheng Muching raised her palm again, she must give Fu Yuan'er a good beating today.
Fu Yuan'er dodged left and right, and accidentally bumped into someone. The person was afraid that she would fall, so he stretched out his arms to hug her.
Alarm bells immediately went off in her mind, and her subconscious told her that this person was not Cheng Zitong.
She quickly stepped away and saw Cheng Yiming standing at the door.
"I'm sorry." She apologized immediately.
Cheng Yiming lowered his head and looked at his clothes. There were a few wrinkles caused by her bump just now.
Fu Yuan'er's heart was pounding. What did he mean by the clothes? Did he dislike the uneven clothes?
"Fu Yuan'er." At this time, Cheng Zitong also walked in.
He just parked the car.
Fu Yuan'er's mind changed and she quickly walked to Cheng Zitong and said, "I accidentally bumped into Cheng Yiming just now."
She told Cheng Zitong that Cheng Yiming should take a stand.
It's okay to pay for her clothes or teach her a lesson, just don't keep people guessing.
Cheng Zitong nodded slightly: "He won't mind this little thing. Just be careful next time."
Fu Yuan'er nodded quickly.
Cheng Zitong took her hand and walked upstairs.
His palms... are so rough...
Fu Yuan'er felt it for the first time.
It's not that I haven't touched his hand before, but it was only under forced circumstances that I didn't have time to pay attention.
"What if I say, I mind?" Suddenly, Cheng Yiming spoke up.
Cheng Zitong stopped, and Fu Yuan'er also stopped quickly.
"What do you want?" Cheng Zitong turned around and asked.
Cheng Yiming pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses with a smile on his face: "Fu Yuan'er, my clothes have your foundation on them. Please help me wash them."
As he spoke, he took off his shirt in a few moments.
He only wore this piece of clothing, and his strong muscles were immediately exposed in front of others.
Fu Yuan'er was stunned for a moment. He looked very thin, but he didn't expect that he also had tendons.
"She doesn't know how to wash clothes," Cheng Zitong immediately refused, "I'll send you to the dry cleaners."
"This dress can only be washed by hand." Cheng Yiming refused.
Cheng Zitong stopped talking and looked at him.
Cheng Yiming also looked at him, and the fire crackled in the air.
