Young Master Bo, your wife is going to heaven

Fu, the inexplicable adulterer, classmate Zicong, is currently wearing a huge plaster cast, lying half dead on the sofa, moaning.

"I said, can you stop screaming, I'm here."

"Do you think you can make up for my broken heart now?"

Sheng Nuan chuckled: "Oh, then I'd better go."

She acted like she was about to leave.

Just now, she heard on the phone that he broke his leg inexplicably. She came here in a hurry, her mind was full of scenes of this guy's serious injuries, but in the end he only broke a little bone.

Look, it's still alive and well now.

hehe.

At that time, it was still a mess.

"Hey, don't go, don't you know that I need someone to comfort me right now?" When Fu Zicong broke his leg, she was the first thing he thought of.

He scratched his head: "Aren't I depressed? You've come here, so why don't you just leave?"

Sheng Nuan put her hands on her hips: "If I knew it earlier, why would I have a bad attitude?"

She poked his head: "Look at yourself, how old are you, you can break your leg if you walk?"

"It was either broken after walking, or someone rushed out suddenly..."

"OK OK."

Sheng Nuan waved his hand: "With your temper, you might have offended someone earlier."

"you……"

Fu Zicong pumped air through his nostrils, turned his head away, and said sullenly, "I never thought you would say that."

"what?"

He snorted, patted the broken leg, and stretched out rascally: "How can I say that I'm your artist now, you have to take some responsibility, right?"

"..."

wipe.

It would be nice if he didn't make him pay for the company's losses, this guy is still talking nonsense.

He lazily set his feet on the coffee table, completely different from the usual delicate stars: "My commercial is about to start shooting, you said that if I do this, the company will also be affected?"

"..."

This simply pierced Sheng Nuan's heart.

The advertising contract just completed, there is still a lot of publicity behind, if this guy doesn't show up, wouldn't all the hard work be in vain?
She was heartbroken.

"Or you can go in a wheelchair? I can also give you a wave of professionalism."

Fu Zicong's face darkened in an instant: "Your surname is Sheng, for the sake of our relationship before, are you so ruthless?"

"What is dating? Don't talk nonsense."

"Is not it?"

Sheng Nuan twitched, I really don't know why this guy keeps insisting on this point, it's childish.

"understood."

"Then from today, you cook for me every day." Fu Zicong made a request like a master.

"Every day?" Sheng Nuan thought about it, "I think it's more reliable to hire an aunt."

"I'm not used to it."

"You haven't even eaten, how do you know you're not used to it?"

"It can't be helped, the taste is so picky." Fu Zicong said almost rascally.

"..."

Sheng Nuandan was in pain: "I don't know how to cook."

"It's okay, I'm easy to take care of, what's in the refrigerator, you can go and see for yourself, anyway, I'll eat whatever you do."

"I really don't understand you." She was speechless, but she got up to do it anyway.

There is no way, who called this Fu Zicong an uncle, and in the future the banner of the company will have to be carried by others.

She put on her apron and went into the kitchen.

For a person who has never cooked before, wearing an apron is like writing a beautiful solution to a math problem that he can't do, and then he can't do anything.

"..."

I really don't know why Fu Zicong wanted her to stay and cook.

Do you feel that your life is too good and you want to try her dark dishes?
it is good.

Just do it.

Feed him a meal he'll never forget and he'll stop thinking about it.

Sheng Nuan hooked the corner of his mouth and gave a wicked smile.

Fu Zicong, who was lying on the sofa, couldn't help but let go of his smirk, and looked at her with gentle eyes.

Fool.

What a fool.

I want you to stay so much, what can you say is the reason?
What a stupid girl.

He relaxed and lay down on the couch.

Before, I thought it was unlucky to be beaten for no reason, but now that I think about it, it feels really good to see her rushing in and out of my own home.

He hugged a pillow and squinted happily.

I saw such a scene when I was very young, my father was lazily sitting on the sofa, and my mother was busy in and out of the kitchen. The smell of fireworks is really yearning.

"Ah—why is this on fire?"

Sheng Nuan shouted.

Only then did Fu Zicong remember that that stupid girl couldn't cook at all, and wondered if she would burn the kitchen down.

"Fu Zicong, come here quickly, it's on fire!"

Fu Zicong twitched: "It's not on fire, you just need to put the lid on the pot."

"oh oh!"

Sheng Nuan hurriedly looked for the lid of the pot.

"right!"

"Which side is on the right?"

The fire was so hot that Sheng Nuan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't tell left from right at all.

Seeing that the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and oil was splashed, she screamed and turned around to run away.

At this moment, Fu Zicong came over with a limp leg, and quickly reached out to hug her.

The two of them fell back and fell firmly on the sofa.

boom.

Sheng Nuan's mind was full of thoughts that he had escaped a catastrophe: "That's great..."

Then the next moment, she couldn't laugh anymore, because she found that their current posture was really a bit...

Ah no, it's very ambiguous.

She desperately wanted to get up.

"that……"

"Ah." Fu Zicong shouted.

"what happened to you?"

Fu Zicong pointed to his leg: "What do you think? It knocked down my leg."

"I……"

Sheng Nuan got up quickly and kept a safe distance.

"I'm still a patient, so you treat me like this?" Fu Zicong complained.

"I'm not..."

cough cough.

The scene just now was really embarrassing.

Sheng Nuan's face was embarrassing.

"Well, I've prepared something for you too, so you can eat as much as you can. Tomorrow, I'll come back tomorrow." Anyway, let's talk about tomorrow's business tomorrow.

Sheng Nuan picked up her bag and was about to flee.

"My surname is Sheng, are you so impatient to leave?" Fu Zicong lowered his eyes slightly, his voice was hoarse as if it had been smoked, and there was a feeling of stuffiness.

"Would you not give me alms even for a minute?"