Chapter 134 She Looks Pretty In Formal Dress (Part One)

How could he admit such a embarrassing thing directly?! 'Is he still the proud Mr. Spencer?' But Fiona didn't stop what she was doing.

Right at this moment, the doorbell rang again, and Spencer opened the door impatiently.

"Mr. Spencer!" When he opened the door, Johnson made a formal salute and held a large plate of noodles in front of him. "This is the noodles, and your order has been ordered by the chefs."

"Got it. You can go to bed now!"

"Yes, sir!"

He closed the door and brought the noodles to the kitchen to Fiona. "Here you are," he said

"What are you doing?" Obviously, she knew the answer.

"Of course you cook for me!" "Why did you become so stupid?" He asked

Fiona was going to refuse. But thinking of the temper of Spencer, she compromised, "Wait for me to get my noodles out. How much will you eat? "

"All of them."

"All of them?"? !" "The noodles will swell and become a mess when they are fully cooked," she explained

"Don't underestimate my appetite." Said Spencer proudly.

Fiona shrugged her shoulders. She took the bowl of noodles from the cupboard, and poured out the noodles from the pot. When she just put it on the table, Spencer quickly turned around, reached out his arm, and lifted the bowl to his side.

"What are you doing?" Surprised, Fiona frowned.

"What?" Spencer bowed his head and sniffed the noodles, and exclaimed, "Wow, it smells so good! I begin to eat now! "

"That's mine!" Fiona urged.

"What's yours? We will share ours." He picked up the chopsticks and picked up the fried egg with chopsticks, and said, "You're so stingy. I just have a bowl of noodles."

"You..." Fiona was speechless. Seeing that Spencer had opened his mouth sharply, she sighed helplessly. She could do nothing but turn around and cook the rest of the noodles.

After a short while, the cooked beef and the chicken stewed in the hot pot came into the kitchen. Spencer ate like a pig.

After the noodles were ready, Spencer handed a empty bowl to her. "Give me another bowl," he said

He was really hungry!

Meanwhile, Fiona filled another bowl of noodles for Spencer. He enjoyed it very much.

"Have some chicken soup." In the midst of his busy work, Spenc

ked his eyes and asked expectantly, "Have you prepared my gift?"

"No, I didn't." Fiona replied. The draft of the Maple Leaf Necklace hadn't been finished yet, so it was true that she hadn't prepared any gift for him.

"You..." Spencer was a little angry, "Didn't I tell you to get me a present? Why don't you listen to me? "

"This is the first time I've seen someone begging someone for a birthday gift." Without opening her eyes, Fiona replied, "Gift giving is voluntary."

"I don't care whether you were willing or not. Giving me a gift is a rigid rule here!" Then he asked, "Where is the necklace I asked you to design for me?"

"Design needs inspiration, without inspiration, it can't be designed,"

"Bullshit!" The foul language that he used made Fiona open her eyes. "Why are you speaking so harshly?" she asked with a frown

"That's all I want to say!" "Anyway, you don't have anything to do these two days. Design the necklace as soon as possible."

"Who said I have nothing to do? I'm here to help you take care of Celine, aren't I?" Fiona said indifferently, "If I neglect her because I designed the necklace, I can't afford the consequences."

"Your mouth..." Spencer was angry but he was also a little helpless, "Design a necklace for me first! Do you hear me? "

"…… Got it. " Fiona just promised carelessly, yawned, turned over and said, "I'm going to sleep now."

Sleep? There was a man and a woman in a bed. Would they just sleep in this way?