Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

Sheng An'an looked at him without fear, with a very natural expression, "Is there something wrong with what I said?"

After finishing speaking, she was going to go upstairs to be by herself, as if she didn't even bother to spend time with him.

Mei Shu made her face even more ugly, and directly dragged her back, "Take the money away."

"Don't you understand?" She also looked unhappy, "I don't want to spend your money in the future!"

The corner of the man's mouth twitched, "Then who are you going to spend?"

If I remember correctly, she said that finding a man to support her is the most worry-free.

He even thought of the fact that she often went to 'Jin Ye', and looked at her slightly ironically, "What's the matter? Have you found an old man who can support you?"

Sheng An'an was too lazy to argue with him.

Unexpectedly, he was even more persistent than her, and he insisted on her taking the money. The two of them became so anxious that Mei Shurang picked up a wad of cash and stuffed it into her hand.

She was just resisting, raised her hand, and spilled the money directly.

The sound of "crawling" sounded especially loud in the living room.

And she just took a look at the cash scattered everywhere at her feet, raised her feet, went around, and went straight upstairs.

Standing there, Mei Shurang could only feel his head jumping 'chug', and his temper was about to come out.

The time passed by one second and two seconds, but he didn't explode. He just sullenly, pursed his lips, and when he really had nowhere to vent, he threw himself into the sofa and hit the sofa hard with his elbow.

I was also thinking, what was wrong with his mind at the time?
Why do you think of doing something that you usually find disgusting?

……

Sheng Anan didn't go downstairs until the next morning.

She doesn't want to go out, she has no class today, and she has nothing to do.

She thought about going down to see if Mei Shurang was there, if he was, she would choose to go out, anyway, she didn't want to stay with him these two days.

Skillful.

When she went downstairs, Mei Shurang was standing in the living room with a cup of morning tea, and the cash that was spilled on the floor last night was still lying there as usual.

Neither of them paid attention to the other.

That's good, she doesn't have to go out, so Sheng An'an went to get a carton of milk and a piece of toast, and went upstairs again.

It was a pleasant day.

It was dinner time, but I didn't see my aunt coming to cook.

She frowned.

But seeing Mei Shurang in the kitchen, it seemed that he was going to cook, to be precise, he was going to cook noodles.

Sheng An'an had a headache.

Although she likes to eat his cooked noodles, she has a short mouth to eat others during the Cold War.

Sitting in the living room, she called her aunt, "Did you ask for leave today too? I don't think you came to cook?"

But before hearing the answer from the aunt here, the man suddenly reached out and took the phone away, and hung up with a "click".

Sheng An'an looked up at him inexplicably.

The day before yesterday, she suspected that it was his intention that his aunt didn't come to cook, because the relationship was frozen, and he wanted to get closer to her.

Now he was more sure, but he didn't bother to say anything, just stared at him.

"It's fine if you're hungry and wait to eat. Why are there so many things?" The man threw the phone back, his voice low and cold, and he glanced at her.

She still said, "I don't spend your money, and I don't want to eat your cooking."

The man snorted coldly, "If you don't eat, you will be hungry."

Hungry, hungry, Sheng An'an turned around and turned on the TV, nestled on the sofa and pressed the remote control.

After a few minutes.

She heard the sound of a car outside the villa.

Turning around wondering, could it be that Uncle Mei is back?

It really is.

Mei Yuelou walked home with both hands full of things, just entered the door, stretched her neck to the living room and saw her, a kind smile appeared on her face immediately, "An'an!"

"Uncle?" Sheng An'an looked surprised, then jumped off the sofa and trotted over.

That way, obviously couldn't hide the happiness, "You are back!"

She was really happy, otherwise she didn't know how to get along with Mei Shurang in the past two days, and she was too lazy to talk to him at home, but she was afraid that the relationship would become too rigid, so she really pushed him to An Tian.

Upon hearing her words, Mei Yuelou frowned again, "What do you mean I'm back?"

"Mei Shurang bullied you?"

Sheng An pursed his lips slightly, of course he would not complain directly.

Instead, Mei Shurang came out from the kitchen.

Seeing the person who just came back, he also frowned, "Why are you back again?"

"Hey, what are you two talking about?" Mei Yuelou knew something was wrong as soon as she heard it.

Also at this moment, looking at Mei Shurang in astonishment, "Are you cooking?"

Have you changed your gender?
He doesn't like cooking the least, and he doesn't know how to cook. He only cooks noodles as a last resort, and he only cooks when he has no choice.

Mei Shurang then said flatly: "Auntie is on leave."

Mei Yuelou nodded and looked at him, "Don't you only cook for yourself?"

Otherwise, why was An An so wronged just now?

What a coincidence, Mei Shurang cooked one portion first, in order to make her subdue him, and then he cooked another portion.

Because he doesn't intend to let her go out, and there are other meals at home, and she doesn't have a mobile phone to order takeaway, so she must beg him to cook another one.

Who knew the old man was back?
Mei Yuelou took a look at this posture, glared at her son, picked up the things she brought back, and pulled Sheng An'an with one hand, "Fortunately, I came back and bought a lot of your favorite things, Lincheng special stewed pork, follow me After two hours of flying, it should be fine!"

then.

At the dinner table, Mei Shu let one person eat the noodles he cooked alone, while the two people on the other side of the table ate several special dishes of Lincheng.

The stewed pork in Lincheng is known to all the people in Beijing to be delicious. He provoked Zhu Chopsticks and stretched it out, but the old man beat him back.

"Okay, remember it for me." He hummed and continued to eat his own noodles.

Mei Yuelou frowned, "What? Remember, when I go on a business trip, you will blame An An?"

"Let me tell you, next time I'm on a business trip, I'll just install a camera. If you bully An'an, I won't be able to forgive you."

Need security monitoring?
Mei Shurang was thoughtful.

Although the villa is big, at least when the old man is away, she gets along with him in a real way in private. If a camera is installed, she probably won't say a word to him.

So, in order to avoid this, he chose to endure the anger and didn't reply, he ate the bowl of noodles and cleared the bowl by himself.

Even after the two of them finished eating, when Sheng Anan was about to wash up, he also took over the work.

Mei Yuelou looked at it and smiled, "Let him wash it off, girls still need to take good care of their hands, especially An An's hands are so beautiful!"

Speaking of this, Mei Yuelou suddenly remembered to ask her, "Does An An have any favorite musical instruments?"

She has such good hands and is so smart, even if she doesn't make music, but just cultivates fun, it must be pleasing to the eye!