I don’t know which one of the two is more talkative. That afternoon, Fei Sijue’s credit card could no longer make any payments. He didn’t have the habit of carrying cash with him, and Xia Lan didn’t have much money. In the end, she had to be discharged from the hospital early.
"If there are scars on my body, I swear, future generations will hunt you down!" She said angrily while packing her things.
Fei Sijue was sitting on the chair, still wearing a high-end suit and shiny leather shoes. He looked no more like a down-and-out rich man! He flipped through the newspaper and said coolly, "Let's get married first."
Xia Lan endured the pain and glared at him. At this moment, her cell phone rang. When she saw the call, she happily picked up the call, "Hello, Ameow?"
"Xiao Lazy, I'm sorry, I can't go to the hospital to pick you up. The company has something to do temporarily, and I have to go on a business trip to City A. I'll be leaving soon."
"How long will it take to go?"
"About a week. Take good care of yourself. I won't say anything anymore. I'm going to the airport now. Bye!"
Hang up the phone decisively.
Xia Lan reluctantly took up the thread. Without Ah Miao, she would be lonely. She sighed, put away her bag, carried it in her hand, and opened the door to leave. However, someone else took the bag. She turned around and faced Fei Si.
Jue's eyes sparkled, "I'll give it to you."
Xia Lan immediately gave him the white of her eyes, "No need." She wanted to achieve her goal of revenge and didn't want to get involved with him in the future.
Fei Sijue ignored her, put on a charming smile, and walked out first to press the elevator button for her.
Xia Lan frowned and followed her out. People were coming and going around her. It was inconvenient for her to have a seizure, so she entered the elevator in a muffled voice. It wasn't until she got out of the door that she stretched out her hand and said, "Give it to me."
Without even looking at her, Fei Sijue walked directly to his sports car, put his luggage in, and said, "Get in the car."
Xia Lan raised her eyebrows, why didn't she take the free car? She wouldn't have trouble with her legs and feet.
The car stopped in front of the apartment building that Ah Miao rented. Xia Lan didn't even say a polite word. She grabbed her bag and got out of the car. After taking two steps, she looked back and saw Fei Sijue following him. He looked around and shook his head.
Shaking his head, "You live here?" There was contempt in his words.
Xia Lan said coldly, "Mr. Fei, thank you for sending me off. You can go back."
Fei Sijue smiled nonchalantly at the unfriendly expulsion order for her, walked over and put his arm around her shoulders, "Although the surrounding environment is poor and the facilities are not perfect, I won't mind."
Xia Lan slapped his hand away and stared at him warily, "What do you mean?"
"From now on, I want to live here too." He said it domineeringly and calmly, like a robber who could seize other people's property and still feel confident.
When Xia Lan reacted, he was already standing in the building urging her, "Hurry up, which floor do you live on?"
Staring at him as if he were visiting the back garden of her own house, Xia Lan felt her brain was a little rushed and gritted her teeth, "I live on the nineteenth floor of hell!"
"That's a dead end. The elevator here only goes to 25. Stop making trouble and tell me quickly, or I'll ask the doorman." He stood in front of the elevator, smiling, looking like a gentleman. The housewives who walked out of the elevator all
Staring at him and pointing, "Who is this? So handsome! He looks so rich!"
"That's right, I've never seen him before. When did there become such a handsome man in this building?"
Fei Sijue raised his eyebrows evilly at Xia Lan, and then immediately greeted him with a smile, "Hello, pretty ladies, I am..."
Xia Lan was going crazy, so she rushed over, grabbed him, and pushed him into the elevator, "Don't embarrass me here!"
The housewives all jumped for joy, "Oh, he called us beautiful lady!"
The elevator door closed, and Xia Lan turned around and glared at him fiercely, "What do you want? Come back with revenge? I caused you to be kicked out of the house, and you will turn my life upside down again?"
Fei Sijue chuckled, his arrogance subsided, and he was full of elegance, "It is shameful to waste time. I will not do such a worthless thing."
"Then what do you want to do?"
He looked back and said seriously, "Because of you, I have no place to live, so you have to be responsible."
Xia Lan was stunned for a while, "Are you a scoundrel?"
"Haha, a scoundrel paired with a magic stick is pretty good."
"..."
Miao Ruoqing rented a two-bedroom suite, which she usually shared with Xia Lan. It was not big, but Xia Lan kept it clean and warm.
Fei Sijue stood in the living room and walked around, then walked to the storage cabinet and took a look at it, "They are all cheap goods."
Xia Lan stared at him as if she were on guard against thieves, "Yes, the goods here are either cheap or street stall goods, but they can't compare to the Fei family's mansion. You'd better go back to your golden home as soon as possible!"
Automatically filtering her sarcasm, Fei Sijue saw the recipe on the coffee table at a glance. He smiled slightly and said, "Are you hungry? Let me cook for you." He took off his suit jacket, unbuttoned the cuffs, and rolled up his sleeves.
Go into the kitchen.
"You, cook for me?" Xia Lan narrowed her eyes and followed him to see if he wanted to take the opportunity to poison her.
Fei Sijue put the recipe aside and looked through it a few times. He opened the refrigerator, took out the available ingredients, washed them, put them on the cutting board, shredded or diced them. Although he was not very skilled in cutting, he could still cut them.
Not bad. Then, turn on the heat, cook the noodles, remove and drain, then stir-fry the vegetables and make the sauce.
A handsome man cooking is as stunning as watching a sexy girl in the kitchen. Every action is full of artistic flavor. It's strange that if it were anyone else, it would never have anything to do with "art".
Only he, Felix Jue, can cook the taste of the Louvre in Paris even when he enters the kitchen.
Xia Lan rarely gets jealous of people, but now she is mixed with all kinds of jealousy.
In a short time, the fragrant pasta was on the table. The whole process was done in an orderly manner.
"Come and try my craftsmanship. This is a celebration of my arrival."
He is not ashamed to speak loudly.
Glancing at the good-looking pasta, Xia Lan reacted indifferently, "I'm not hungry."
Fei Sijue couldn't tolerate her refusal and directly pressed her on the chair, "This is my first time cooking, let's make it meaningful."
"First time?" Xia Lan expressed doubts, glanced at him, and picked up the chopsticks involuntarily. She made up her mind to show the professionalism of a lawyer and hit him so hard that he couldn't even lift his head!
But when she took the first bite, she was stunned.
There is no denying that this is the best pasta she has ever eaten!
She wanted to be venomous, but she couldn't go against her conscience. While struggling, she lowered her head and took one mouthful after another.
Fei Sijue smiled, moved a chair and sat next to her, resting his head on one hand and staring at her without blinking.
Xia Lan glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, put down her chopsticks, wiped the corners of her mouth, "It's not that bad." She got up and entered the room.
Looking at the few faces left, Fei Sijue raised his lips with satisfaction. He didn't know if he had a twisted mind or was really perverted, but he actually started to like her duplicity.