"You also know that I have a temper," Shen Fanlei glanced at Ling Cang and said angrily, "Isn't it a little too late?"
"Too late," Ling Cang pinched Shen Fanlei's face, looked at Shen Fanlei with a firm expression, and said slowly: "Being together is a process of getting used to each other. You have to adapt to me, and I will too. To adapt to you, I will change something for you, and you must change something for me... Discover problems in time and correct them in time."
The distance between the two people is very close, Shen Fanlei's delicate body tightens, and her heart beats faster: "Maybe..."
"So, don't tell me whether it's too late or not..." Ling Cang's tone was a bit domineering, accompanied by his breath, bringing a faint smell of tobacco: "Also, although I have neglected you recently, there are indeed many You know what it is without me saying it, so I won’t say it.”
Shen Fanlei had always hated the smell of cigarettes, and had a lot of opinions about Ling Cang's addiction to cigarettes, but for some reason, she didn't feel disgusted at this time: "Why didn't you tell me,"
"Because I don't want you to worry, and because I have my own way of doing things, and there is no need to explain anything to others,"
"You're so unreasonable," Shen Fanlei was almost surrendering, but when she heard this, she was a little angry: "I don't care about your affairs for your own good,"
"I don't need your care, but you need my care now," Ling Cang pinched Shen Fanlei's mouth, scooped up a spoonful of preserved egg and lean meat porridge with his other hand, and slowly brought it to his mouth: "If you don't eat… …"
"How about it,"
"I'll stuff the whole bowl of porridge into your mouth,"
Shen Fanlei raised her head high and put on a righteous look: "If you don't want to eat, I won't eat. Even if you kill me, I won't eat."
Anyone who doesn't lose his temper easily will be very stubborn when he loses his temper. Ling Cang was at a loss for what to do: "Will you listen to me or not?"
The corners of Shen Fanlei's mouth turned up slightly, with a hint of pride appearing: "I won't listen,"
"Okay, be good, baby..." Ling Cang changed tactics and said in the gentlest tone possible: "I beg you, just take a bite."
"Still not eating, unless..."
Ling Cang hurriedly asked: "Unless what,"
"Unless you tell me everything that happened recently,"
"Even if I didn't say it, you would already know it,"
"I want to hear it from your own mouth,"
"Okay..." Ling Cang sighed, briefly explained what happened at the Brother-Lao Meeting, and said helplessly: "You are satisfied,"
"Not satisfied," Shen Fanlei temporarily forgot that she was hungry and asked eagerly, "What are your plans next?"
"This is my business,"
"Tell me, I'll give you some advice,"
"I said, I don't want to explain to others how I do things. Shen Fanlei, don't push yourself too far." Ling Cang wanted to straighten up his face, but immediately softened: "Let's change the topic."
"No, I just want to know,"
Ling Cang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he had to compromise: "You take a bite first, and I'll tell you,"
Shen Fanlei did not continue to embarrass Ling Cang. She blushed and let Ling Cang feed her a mouthful. Her face was filled with sweet happiness and her heart was warm: "Tell me, what are you going to do next?"
"Take another bite,"
"You tell me first," Shen Fanlei looked at Ling Cang eagerly, determined not to eat anymore because she wanted to know the answer too much.
"My idea is very simple, wait and see what happens,"
"It's really that simple." Shen Fanlei originally thought that Ling Cang must have designed a very complicated and exquisite plan to defeat Fang Han, but she didn't expect that the plan could be boiled down to just these four words. She almost couldn't finish what she said before. Porridge spat out: "Can you please stop lying to me?"
"How do you think I lied to you?"
"What you're doing is useless to Fang Han," Shen Fanlei looked at Ling Cang and said seriously: "It's better to strike first. You are giving Fang Han a chance to take the initiative to attack you."
"Sometimes the last move is the strongest," Ling Cang smiled mysteriously: "Everything cannot be generalized."
"I have inquired and found out that Fang Han is a master, and his resourcefulness in power-fighting is top-notch. He was able to gain a firm foothold in the previous struggles at Renzitang and subdue all his opponents, which is enough to prove this."
"You do know a lot," Ling Cang nodded thoughtfully: "He is a master, and what about your husband and me?"
"Also a master,"
"What happens between masters and masters?"
Shen Fanlei said very excitedly: "Of course it's a peak showdown,"
"not necessarily,"
"oh,"
"Let me give you an example..." Ling Cang chuckled twice and slowly told Shen Fanlei: "The writer Han Han is a master. In the more than ten years since his debut, he has never lost to anyone in the literary battle. Fang Yuzi is also a master. In the ten years since his debut, he has always been able to crack down on fakes. Now, Fang Yuzi has taken on Han Han, saying that all of Han Han's novels are ghostwritten. It seems that the two masters are going to fight, but what will be the result? Han Han calls the police ,"
Shen Fanlei almost laughed: "What does this mean?"
"The battle between masters is different from what ordinary people imagine, and the results may often be unexpected,"
"Then are you Han Han or a square elbow?"
"Let time prove," Ling Cang said, pointing to the preserved egg and lean meat porridge: "Drink it quickly, it will cool down later,"
Under Ling Cang's repeated urging, Shen Fanlei finally drank the porridge slowly. Ling Cang took out a few tissues and handed them over. Seeing that Shen Fanlei seemed to be thinking about something, he took the initiative to give them to Shen Fan. Lei wiped her mouth and said, "Let's sit for a while first. Lying down right after eating is not good for your stomach."
"Oh," Shen Fanlei's temper finally subsided and she nodded obediently.
Lingcang peeled two oranges, peeled two more bananas, opened a bottle of canned coconut, and then put all these things together and processed them into a plate of fruit salad: "You need to supplement vitamins when you have a cold. Eat more fruits. "
Shen Fanlei looked at the fruit salad and felt that it looked good: "You can still make this,"
"I just learned it," Ling Cang smiled proudly, without telling Shen Fanlei that it was Zhang Yiting who taught him: "Try it, it tastes good."
"Yeah," Shen Fanlei took a bite and nodded: "It's indeed delicious."
"As long as you like to eat,"
"You take a bite, too," Shen Fanlei took a spoonful and brought it to Ling Cang's mouth: "You fed me just now, now it's my turn to feed you."
Ling Cang took the fruit salad into his mouth and said vaguely: "Thank you,"
"No need to thank me, thank Tingting,"
Ling Cang didn't have time to chew, so he swallowed the fruit salad and asked hurriedly: "Why?"
"How can you prepare food for others? If you can do it, someone must teach you." Spreading his hands, Shen Fanlei said with a half-smile: "Among all the people around you, Tingting has the best cooking skills, so you Only learn from her,"
"I kindly made you a salad to eat, but you still want to ridicule me," Ling Cang snorted and said a little bit angrily: "I should have known I wouldn't be so nice to you,"
Ling Cang was a little scared after his lie was exposed. Shen Fanlei saw it and smiled slightly: "Okay, I made a mistake. This salad was not taught to you by others, you taught it yourself."
"That's pretty much it." After a pause, Ling Cang hurriedly added: "Salad is so simple, why do you need someone else to teach you? You can just look it up online."
No matter how simple cooking is, Ling Cang still needs to be taught. However, Shen Fanlei didn't want to dwell on such a meaningless question, so she asked instead: "Why are you so nice to me today?"
"Ah," Ling Cang looked at Shen Fanlei in astonishment and said with a strange expression: "You are my wife, of course I will treat you well."
"Yeah..." Shen Fanlei lowered his head. For some reason, his nose felt a little sour: "I am your wife, but you often can't remember it, right?"
Speaking of which, Ling Cang and Shen Fanlei didn't spend too little time together, at least much more than Tong Tong. Ling Cang often didn't care about what Tong Tong was doing, but Tong Tong didn't care and just played by himself. .
But Shen Fanlei is different. She is a girl with very delicate feelings and cares about small things very much. She believes that the relationship between two people needs to be cultivated and then sublimated. Ling Cang has not done well so far.
"What you said is stupid..." Ling Cang slowly shook his head: "Even if I didn't ask you out or even call you, it doesn't mean I don't have you in my heart."
"How can you prove that you care about me?"
"It's good that I know it myself..." Ling Cang said this and let out a long sigh: "Whether you believe it or not, I don't want to explain too much,"
"That's all,"
"Yes, that's all," Ling Cang held Shen Fanlei's hand and said solemnly: "In the future, we will have a lot of time together, but not now. I have too many things to do, many of which It’s not something I want to do, it’s something I have to do,”
Like other girls, Shen Fanlei is full of romantic fantasies about love. Perhaps Ling Cang is not tall, handsome, graceful, and gentle. In other words, he is not the standard prince charming in the legend, let alone wearing a Jin Jia stepped on the seven-colored auspicious clouds to marry him, but at least he could stay with him.
For people without money, happiness is often based on material foundations and is often very complicated. But for people who already have material foundations, the concept of happiness sometimes becomes very simple. Two people can stay together for a long time. Shen Fanlei seems to be the greatest happiness.
However, Ling Cang couldn't do it and was always busy.
Even though Shen Fanlei felt that the family was capable enough for the two of them to live a life without worries about food and clothing, Ling Cang always firmly believed that they should have their own career.
Hearing Ling Cang's words, Shen Fanlei suddenly became a little alarmed. Ling Cang was indeed not the kind of person who could live an ordinary life with her. There was still a huge cloud of doubt surrounding Ling Cang's life experience, waiting to be solved. Come on, Ling Cang doesn’t even know where his biological father is now, and he really can’t take any time off.