Hey! The CEO who just scolded me met someone on a blind date.

Jiang Huaizhou's eyes, which had just opened, were somewhat sharp and somewhat dazed. Facing the panic in Su Zimu's eyes, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes, and he asked lazily, "What are you doing?"

Su Zimu was unwilling to admit that she was jealous of his thick and long eyelashes and wanted to measure them for comparison. She did not answer and used force with her hands to try to break free.

He didn't give her a chance, still holding her arm tightly, and glanced at her, "Are you here to sniff my breath?"

Su Zimu glared at him. "Persecution delusion?"

"I just asked you to have a midnight snack." She said this as she shook off his hand and stood up.

Hearing a muffled sound in his head, Su Zimu quickly squatted down again, covering his head tightly with both hands.

The person on the sofa also groaned, covered his mouth, and fell back on the sofa with his neck tilted back.

Su Zimu rubbed his head and stood up, glaring at him, "What are you doing..."

Before she could finish her words of accusation, she saw Jiang Huaizhou let go of her hand and looked at him with resentful eyes.

Oh my god, there's blood.

After a few seconds of being stunned, Su Zimu quickly pulled a tissue to cover Jiang Huaizhou's mouth, wondering if she had knocked out his teeth. Could this be a modern interpretation of pulling teeth out of a tiger's mouth?

"Where did I hit?" Su Zimu muttered to himself, while carefully opening the tissue to look. He only saw a cut on his lower lip, which was still bleeding, but there were no other wounds. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The injured man saw that she seemed to be relieved, and suddenly became unhappy. He covered the wound to prevent her from seeing it, and made a hissing sound from his mouth.

"Does it hurt?" Su Zimu saw his expression and knew that he must be in great pain to make the sound.

"What do you think?" Jiang Huaizhou looked resentful.

Feeling guilty, Su Zimu apologized, "I'll go get the medicine box."

By the time she got back the medicine box, the person on the sofa had already moved to the dining table. He looked gloomy, with his arms folded, staring at the bowl of wontons in front of him.

"How about eating something first?" She thought he must be hungry, and it would be a shame if his stomach hurts again.

Jiang Huaizhou remained motionless, like a Buddha statue.

"Eat first. After you're done, I'll apply medicine to you." Su Zimu put the medicine box aside and explained.

……

Looking at the Buddha statue standing still, Su Zimu was puzzled. He thought he was angry and said, "I didn't want this to happen. My head still hurts. I'm sorry."

After hearing her sincere apology, Jiang Huaizhou picked up the spoon and scooped a wonton with satisfaction, then frowned and put it down again.

Su Zimu blinked, "Why, your stomach still hurts?"

"My mouth hurts."

A faint voice came, and Su Zimu looked at his lips again. The area around the wound was already a little swollen. He was filled with guilt. He was obviously hungry and his stomach was aching, but what a coincidence that he had injured his mouth, which he used to eat.

"Can I make the wontons smaller for you?" Su Zimu sat aside, took chopsticks and picked up the wontons into small pieces one by one, then pushed the bowl in front of Jiang Huaizhou.

I expected him to be grateful, but his eyes moved but his hands did not move, just like a vision of Bodhisattva.

"Why don't you eat it?" Su Zimu asked. Are you afraid that she will poison you?

"My mouth hurts."

Su Zimu: "...Hands hurt too?"

Jiang Huaizhou did not respond, with a familiar cold look.

Su Zimu clicked his tongue. His arrogant expression was exactly the same as Nic's.

It is true that like father, like son. That is not true. Like son, like father.

If it was Nic, with this expression, she would know what he was going to do just by moving her toes, but this adult in his thirties in front of her couldn't be thinking the same thing as her, right?

Childish ghost.

Su Zimu cursed inwardly, took the bowl and spoon, scooped a small piece of wonton and put it to his mouth.

Without showing any embarrassment or shyness, Jiang Huaizhou opened his mouth and took the spoon into it, which gave Su Zimu goose bumps.

"Can you eat by yourself?" Su Zimu threw the spoon into the bowl and gave up. "Don't act like a paraplegic who can't take care of himself."

Perhaps he didn't expect that he had overacted and angered the person in front of him. Jiang Huaizhou was obviously stunned for a few seconds, "Then I won't eat it."

"If you don't want to eat, go home and sleep." Su Zimu didn't have a good temper. After serving the little one, he was asked to serve the pretentious person in front of him?

Jiang Huaizhou frowned slightly, stood up and walked towards the door.

one two three.

"and many more."

Hearing the helpless voice behind him, he suppressed the upward curve of his mouth and turned to look at her.

Su Zimu looked like he was defeated and helpless. He signaled him to sit back with his eyes, so he went back and sat down obediently.

"Why don't you talk back?" She lowered her eyes and picked up the spoon. "It's not your style to let others do whatever they want."

"This is not slaughter. I am just being obedient. It is said that you will be blessed if you listen to your wife." Jiang Huaizhou said with a smile, and the wound was pulled, making him gasp.

Something was flowing slowly in his heart, and Su Zimu lowered his voice unconsciously, "How did they take care of you? Did they eat seriously?"

Jiang Huaizhou realized that she was talking about his stomachache, and said in a deep voice: "I can't eat."

"Man is iron and food is steel. I don't know why some people can't eat." Su Zimu complained without stopping his hands.

Jiang Huaizhou didn't respond, just forced a smile.

Glancing at his smile, Su Zimu realized that when she first came to Europe, she couldn't eat anything. Even if she didn't eat anything, she always felt like her stomach was full and blocked. If it weren't for Nic in her stomach, she probably wouldn't be able to swallow a grain of rice.

She was like this, and Jiang Huaizhou at that time had not only gone through a lot, but was also blind, so he must not be much better than him. At least she still had Nic.

Thinking of this, her throat felt sore and she barely controlled herself, "Eat well in the future. Just tell me what you want to eat."

"You can do all of them?" Jiang Huaizhou stared at her in surprise.

Facing his doubts, she said unhappily, "I've been trained under your good son for more than a year. Home cooking is no problem for me. As for Michelin dishes, of course... definitely not."

Su Zimu continued, "Nic is really picky. He won't even touch anything that doesn't suit his taste with his lips, as if he's afraid it might be poisonous. I don't know who he got it from."

Who else can I follow? My dad.

As she spoke, she noticed that there was some blood oozing from the corner of Jiang Huaizhou's mouth again. She pulled out a tissue and gently wiped the corner of his mouth. Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, her hand was firmly grasped. When she raised her head, she was met with eyes full of tenderness.