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Until Yu Yiru woke up the next morning, she still hadn't figured out what kind of perseverance she used to not agree to the proposal to live with Bo Fuzhang for the time being.

Probably because the temptation of free rent, utilities and commuting to and from get off work was too great, to the point where Yu Yiru felt that Bo Fuzhang must have other plans?

Or, the other party's reaction most of the time is really a bit abnormal.

Based on the above, Yu Yiru did not directly agree, but only vaguely said that he should think about it again.

She decided to help Wu Di with hair styling this morning, and in the afternoon, she went to see the house she was in contact with.

Bo Fuzhang woke up earlier than Yu Yiru today, and was making breakfast in the kitchen when she finished washing.

When Yu Yiru came out of the bathroom, she saw that Bo Fuzhang was not only wearing a vest today, but was wearing a white sleeveless T-shirt, and wrapped his long curly hair around the top of his head, revealing his slender, white neck. Only a few strands of hair fell on the On the cheeks, elegant and casual.

Seeing Yu Yiru come out, she raised her head with a mixer and said, "Chocolate brownie, do you want to eat it?"

Yu Yiru walked to the cooking counter, saw the chocolate batter that had already been made, and thought of the delicious Chinese food yesterday, so she asked, "Do you like cooking?"

Bo Fuzhang said: "Cooking calms my mind."

Yu Yiru: "..."

Yu Yiru nodded, noncommittal to this statement of peace of mind, only said: "It would be great if I have my share."

Bo Fuzhang then took two more pieces of chocolate to add, and said: "By the way, your cell phone rang just now."

Yu Yiru cast a wary look at Bo Fuzhang, and Bo Fuzhang added: "I didn't look at it this time."

Yu Yiru took the mobile phone and found that the missed call was from Zhao Wei. She quickly called back and apologized after getting through.

"I got up late today and I was just brushing my teeth."

Zhao Wei didn't mind this, and only briefly talked about his own affairs.

It turned out that Madam Wang, who had wronged Yu Yiru, felt very sorry for this incident, and hoped to treat Yu Yiru to a meal anyway to express her apology.

Yu Yiru didn't really want to see that vicious Mrs. Wang again, so she hesitated for a while.

Zhao Wei said: "This opportunity is rare, and building a good relationship with this type of customer will be very helpful in the future."

Yu Yiru: "But I'm not sure I can have a good relationship with her."

Zhao Wei laughed: "You act like you used to. Look, everyone likes you."

She added: "I'll go with you, which restaurant do you like?"

After Zhao Wei said this, Yu Yiru naturally had no choice but to agree, and made an appointment to have dinner at Grand Hyatt tomorrow—because Mrs. Wang only has time at night.

After hanging up the phone, Yu Yiru felt a little melancholy and couldn't help complaining to Bo Fuzhang: "Didn't it mean that there is a socialist society? Why are there still so many classes? People still have to rely on connections to climb up."

After she said this, she felt that the words were too negative, and I was afraid it would be annoying, but she felt that it would be even more strange to forcefully add something at this time, so she pretended that she hadn't said anything, just said: "Is there anything I need? Did you help?"

Bo Fuzhang heard what Yu Yiru said after he hung up the phone, but just now he was putting the cake into the oven and didn't answer, so he said, "I don't know either, because I don't climb up."

Yu Yiru: "..." She couldn't understand why this person's words were either flirting or mocking.

As usual, there was no place to sit for breakfast, so I had to stand and eat by the cooking counter. Yu Yiru felt that he was still a guest, so he kept his doubts in his heart. When he saw that Bo Fuzhang had contacted Wu Di, he raised his head and asked her: " How about a brownie?"

"It's delicious." Yu Yiru has no opinion on this kind of small dessert. She just thinks that the cake is neither sweet nor greasy. The mouth has a rich chocolate flavor and a touch of wine. Even a person like her who doesn't like pastry can still eat it chunks.

Bo Fuzhang bit the fork lightly with his teeth, and asked again: "Will it be too sweet? Do you like a lighter taste, or a stronger taste?"

When she said this, she looked at Yu Yiru seriously with her eyes, misty and deep, but also caring and affectionate, as if she was asking the most important question in the world.

Yu Yiru lost his mind for a moment and said, "Hey, you're here again."

Bo Fuzhang was a little confused: "What's wrong?"

"You're seducing again."

"I do not have."

Bo Fuzhang first frowned and denied it, then asked after a moment of silence, "Why do you say that?"

"Why do you specifically ask me what flavor I like?"

"I'll make it for you in the future, of course it's better to ask."

Yu Yiru asked again: "Then why are you looking at me like that again?"

Bo Fuzhang said, "How is it?"

The two men made eye contact.

Yu Yiru pursed her lips, and bit her lips lightly with her teeth: "I don't know how to describe it, can't you do it again yourself?"

Bo Fuzhang's puzzled gaze slowly softened again, turning into a vortex as if overflowing water: "I really don't know what you're talking about."

"Aren't you doing it now?!"

Bo Fuzhang was taken aback: "That's it?"

Yu Yiru pressed his forehead with his palm: "You really don't know."

Bo Fuzhang was a little annoyed: "I really don't know if you can remind me every time in the future."

Yu Yiru suddenly felt funny, and joked: "Every time you treat me like this, what should I do if I fall in love with you?"

Bo Fuzhang covered Yu Yiru's hand on the table with his palm.

The warm body temperature is transmitted, and it is ironed and stable.

Yu Yiru's heart skipped a beat, and when she looked up, she saw Bo Fuzhang looking at her seriously, and said, "Then don't fall in love with me, okay?"

Nostalgia and passion, sadness and reluctance, mixed together, just like this chocolate brownie, bitter and sweet, milky and winey.

People say that the eyes are the windows of the soul, but no one has ever said that if even the windows of the soul start to lie, where can one find one's sincerity.

Yu Yiru withdrew her hand: "What are you doing, of course I'm joking—and, don't touch your hands."

Yu Yiru roughly explained to Bo Fuzhang the reason why she couldn't move her hands and feet casually at the dinner table, and told her how important body language can be in suggesting, until breakfast was finished.

After breakfast, the two went to the milk tea shop yesterday to meet Wu Di.

They arrived 5 minutes early, and Wu Di hadn't arrived yet, but the store manager saw Yu Yiru at a glance, and immediately came out to say hello.

"Miss Yu, what a coincidence, we met again."

Yu Yiru didn't think that this had anything to do with it, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that she was waiting here on purpose.

But after all, people who fall in love are either blind or foolish. Yu Yiru expressed her understanding, and said with a sweet smile, "Yes, but I won't drink milk tea today."

She secretly looked at the phone's address book, and added the name she forgot: "Mr. Fang."

Just as Fang Bicheng was about to continue talking, Bo Fuzhang, who had gone to throw the cigarette butts just now, came back.

She unzipped her jacket, and there was only a black vest inside, which perfectly outlined her bumpy figure. The tight black jeans wrapped her slender legs, and every curve was amazingly beautiful.

Fang Bicheng was stunned and didn't speak for a moment.

Bo Fuzhang didn't wear heavy makeup today, but only wore dark red lipstick. Seeing Fang Bicheng looking at her, he glanced at him lightly and said, "You are Fang Bicheng?" She saw Yu Yiru's cell phone yesterday, so she knew this name.

Fang Bicheng nodded repeatedly, and said, "You...I...you guys are friends?"

Bo Fuzhang laughed, his red lips parted slightly, revealing his white teeth, and he leaned slightly and said, "Mr. Fang, if you think I'm pretty, I'd rather be beautiful..."

Before she finished speaking, Yu Yiru covered her mouth, said "Look at Wu Di coming", and dragged her aside.

While procrastinating, she whispered in Bo Fuzhang's ear: "Enough, I don't know if you did it on purpose, but even I'm going to be angry!"

Although her motives are not that good, but no matter what happens, it must be said first come first served!