Dressed as the fiance of the protagonist of the revenge essay

When I got closer, I realized that he had made a flower-shaped fruit plate. The stamens were shelled melon seeds, and the petals were yellow peach flesh that had been sliced ​​evenly and thinly.

Fengcheng stacked them together layer by layer, very delicate and beautiful.

Jiang Wu thought it was specially made for him, and was about to reach out to grab it.However, he was stopped by a fruit knife stretched out from the side. The sharp blade was pressed against his finger, and there was a clear tenderness.

He paused for the hand he stretched out, then took it back embarrassingly.

"I don't want to take pictures today." Feng Cheng dropped the knife, carried the plate onto his lap, squeezed a petal, and swallowed it into his mouth. His mandible moved mechanically, and his eyes looked a little sleepy.

This is the first time Jiang Wu heard that celebrities can decide for themselves which days to film and which days not to film.

This superstar is too casual.

Neptune: [He has money, good looks, and a background, and he can get resources that others can't get by just flicking his fingers. Why should he be a desperate Saburo? 】

【Too. 】

If a person like Feng Cheng existed in the real world, wouldn't he have saved the entire galaxy in his previous life?

Haiwang smiled and said: [You are not bad, you are now his fiancé. 】

[It's only temporary. ] Jiang Wu is good at pouring cold water on himself.

【……Ugh. 】

It's not easy for a cub to be born, Dad sighed.

Jiang Wuzhen suddenly didn't speak or move, just stood on the side.

However, it caused Feng Cheng to look sideways frequently, and when he looked over for the third time, his posture remained unchanged.

He thought that his attitude just now might have embarrassed the man.

"Brother Wu," Feng Cheng suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and softened his voice to coax Jiang Wu: "You didn't wash your hands~"

Jiang Wu interrupted the communication with the system, recovered his senses and looked at his hands. He wanted to say that they were not dirty, but he was afraid that the other party would dislike him, so he could only go to the bathroom obediently.

When he came back, Feng Cheng put the fruit plate on his lap, "Try it, I made it specially for you."

Jiang Wufa praised from the bottom of his heart: "It's beautifully placed." He pinched a few pieces of fruit, explained while eating: "Today's party at noon, I just went to discuss business."

"How was the talk?" Feng Cheng blinked and asked curiously.

"It was a success." Jiang Wuxiao was so complacent, he picked up a piece of peach flesh with his dripping fingers, and fed it into the young man's mouth: "Are you free tomorrow?"

"Huh?" Feng Cheng chewed the pulp in his mouth, savoring it carefully.

The clear juice trickled down the root of the tongue and into the ventricle, and the place that had been numb for a long time actually had a honey-like sweetness.

The dark clouds under his eyes quickly receded, his brows and eyes were bent, his spring eyes were smiling, and the room was full of brilliance.

Jiang Wu stared dazedly, quickly moved his eyes to the side, and said with some embarrassment: "I want you to do me a favor."

Talking about a business deal with a friend and having to ask a fiancé to guarantee it is actually very embarrassing.

If you lose it in front of Han Yinjue, you lose it, Jiang doesn't care, but in front of Feng Cheng, it's different.

When dealing with people you like, everyone always strives to be the best, and hopes to leave the impression on the other party that they are full of themselves.

Jiang Wu is a common man, and he also falls into the cliché.

Feng Cheng had a panoramic view of his expression and nodded: "I'm free."

Jiang Wu breathed a sigh of relief: "You don't even ask what's the matter?"

Feng Cheng stretched out his hand and pulled his hair, and said with a smile: "Your business is my business."

Jiang Wu was moved.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw the young man standing up abruptly and hurriedly walking towards the bathroom.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Wu was taken aback by the opponent's action, and followed him a little worriedly.

Feng Cheng heard footsteps, and stopped stiffly with his back to him: "I have a stomachache."

Jiang Wu also paused, touched his nose in embarrassment and replied: "...Oh."

Only then did Feng Cheng step in, and the smart door slowly closed behind him.

At the last moment, Jiang Wu saw the young man's sideways face, as if he wanted to turn his head and take a look this way.

It's a pity that when the eyes of the two were about to meet, the door was completely closed.

Feng Cheng stayed in the bathroom for several hours, Jiang Wu finally waited for him to come out, before he had time to say a word.

The man hurried past again: "I'll come back tomorrow morning."

Jiang Wu reached out to grab his arm in time, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Feng Cheng shook her head, pushed away the man's fingers, and left without looking back.