C57 You Don't Mind His Old Age?

She used the mirror to pull up her messy hair. She didn't even need a comb, but used her hands to pick it up, accidentally touching the bag at the back of her head. She grimaced in pain, avoiding the back of her head to smooth her hair, then used a set of rubber bands to brush her teeth and wash her face.

When he came out, Fu Yinan was wiping his hair. The man's hair was short, and after wiping it twice, it was already half dry. Moreover, it had already been dry for half a day.

She feebly covered the back of her head and went to the refrigerator to rummage through it. It was empty, and the last bit of food should be the one they were eating at the table.

"Looking for what?" Fu Yuan saw her standing in front of the fridge in a daze, standing behind her. Jiang Wangshu was considered to be rather tall among the girls, but compared to Li Yao, he was still small. He was only slightly above his chest, and from this direction, he could just barely see the top of her head.

Jiang Wangshu squatted down and looked at the ground floor. It was still empty. "No ice cubes?"

"What do you want ice cubes for?"

She pointed at the back of her head and said, "I hit the floor yesterday and got a bump."

"How?" He gently covered her with his hand and carefully stroked her hair. When his hand accidentally touched a bulge, she sucked in a breath of cold air.

"I wasn't paying attention and just kowtowed." She took the ice cube from the ground floor and went to the kitchen for water. "I'll freeze some ice," she said.

Fu Yu An held her hand and led her around. "Go eat. I'll get it."

Jiang Wangshu was placed on the table. There was jam on the slices of bread, an egg on a plate, a piece of bacon, and a glass bowl by his side.

She didn't hold back and took a bite of bread covered with jam. Seeing that Fu Yinan was busy, she felt like a good man living at home.

When they were done, Fu Yuan sat down across from her. The two of them ate breakfast in silence. He ate quickly and asked her, "Is there anything today?"

"Nope." Chewing corn chips in his mouth, Jiang finished the last bite and went to collect his plate.

Fu Yu An pressed her hand and told her not to be busy. "I'll take you out for a walk later."

"Show me what?"

"You're not a designer? Ji Lang recently bought a piece of land and wants to rebuild his office building so that he can take you to see the place. "

She felt uncertain, "I'm still an intern. I can't do such a big project by myself. You guys might as well buy land to build buildings, instead of hiring a reliable design company."

Fu Yu An rapped his fingers on the table and laughed at her. "Are you that confident in yourself?" How do you know you can't do it without doing it? "

"I said seriously, why don't you look for our company? But for projects like this, we interns are usually not allowed to participate. Our company is just a small company, you can look for a better company. You really don't need to know people to do it."

She carefully advised him word for word. She really did give him advice based on his good intentions. She didn't have much confidence in herself, but Fu Yuan had overestimated her.

"Alright, I'll talk to your boss when the time comes." He didn't seem to be joking.

Jiang Wangshu straightened his expression and asked, "Are you serious?" Are you really going to ask our company to do this project? "

"No?"

"If you've made up your mind, then do it. However, with such a large company like yours, if you suddenly find a small customer like us, the boss will definitely be shocked."

He stood up and put away the plate. "He won't be shocked, he'll only be so happy that he won't be able to sleep."

"Let me wash it." She went over to help, but Fu Yu An shut her out. "No need, you can sit for a while. After you wash up, we'll leave."

Jiang Wenshu had no choice but to sit on the sofa and wait for him. His cellphone rang. It was Ling who had sent her a message asking how he had gotten home last night.

She replied, "Ji Lang sent you back. I called your brother, so he should have picked you up."

Ling Ling sent a message over, beginning with a wail, "I just realized, I put on Ji Lang's clothes back, what should I do?"

She smiled and replied with a voice message, "Then send it back to her."

Ling Ling: Don't you think Ji Lang is interested in me?

Jiang Wangshu: "I think he is a bit old, don't you think?"

Ling Ling: The aged assembly loves people.

She turned her head to look at Fu Yuan, who was washing dishes in the kitchen.

After packing up, Fu Yuan went back to change clothes. When he came out, he looked at her wrinkled clothes. Her skirt was already down to her thighs. He frowned. "You should go back and change clothes."

"What's wrong?"

"Not good."

He gave a straightforward answer. He took the lift to the lower level, started the car, and drove Jiang Wangshu home.

Jiang Wenshu quickly changed into a new set of clothes. He wore torn jeans and a white T-shirt. His hair was tied behind his head, giving him a refreshing feeling.

"Does my head hurt anymore?" Fu Yu An pulled the rubber band off her head, and her long hair fell down to her waist.

"The weather forecast says it's hot today." She reached out her hand to ask for his rubber band. "If I go out like this, I'll die from the heat. I'll loosen up a bit. It won't hurt …"