C85 Let's Just Make Do and Wear Them

"This isn't a gift from me, it's a gift from Ling." She laughed. "I gave you a lighter."

Fu Yu An remembered that there was a gift for him: a lighter, a switch, no fire. It was a voice reminder for him to smoke less.

She had also given him a lighter last year. She thought that she would be able to change it this year, but she didn't expect it to be a lighter.

It was quite persistent to persuade him to quit smoking.

"Then let's tie it first."

"Let's change it to another one. This is Ling Ling's birthday present. It's just a piece of paper. Do you have shoelaces?" I can use my shoelace. "

"Nope."

He went back into the bedroom and changed his tie. "There's a lot of stuff to do. Hurry up and come out for dinner."

Fu Yuan closed the door and left.

There were ten cigarettes in a delicate metal box on the table in the living room. Even if he smoked, he would only smoke ten a day at most.

On the balcony, Jiang Wangshu was in trouble again. She had no buckle on her shorts, so she had to pull her pants up, roll them up, tie them, and jump a few times to make sure they didn't fall off before she opened the door and went out.

Three dishes and a soup, just right for two people.

Jiang Wangshu didn't eat the meat. Every time he ate with Fu Yuan, it was as if he had never seen him eat any of the meat before.

Jiang Wangshu loved to eat these kinds of dishes. Every time she went home to her mother to cook this kind of dish, she would beg her mother to cook the meat a little charred, as well as the Sweet 'n' Sour Ribs, and lastly a broth of blue flowers and tomato eggs.

Fu Yuan's culinary skills were excellent, and the food she cooked was very suitable for Jiang Wangshu's taste. Her appetite was high, and she couldn't stop the moment she touched the chopsticks.

Fu Yuan didn't really eat much. He pushed the food in front of her for a long time before he moved his chopsticks. After a long silence, he put down his chopsticks and finally asked, "Do you have someone you like?"

Jiang Wenshu had just taken a sip of his soup when he heard this and choked. He turned his face to the dining table and coughed, "No, who said that?"

"You admitted it yourself last night."

She was stunned for a moment, and while eating the rice in the bowl, she mumbled, "Did I say that? I don't know what to say when I'm drunk. I don't have any sense.

"Is that so?" He poured himself a bowl of soup and took a sip. He leaned his head against his hands and looked at her. "But I heard it clearly. You said it more than once."

"It's not like you don't know who I usually hang out with and what kind of people I have. Besides, I just broke up with them a while ago, how could I fall in love with them so quickly?"

He nodded in agreement. "That's true." He continued, "Now, I feel that you might not like Chen Mo that much."

He couldn't eat anymore, so Jiang Wangshu asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Instinct."

Jiang Wangshu muttered, "What evidence is intuition? It's just a guess."

"Then do you like him or not?"

"Why did I want to be with him when I didn't like him?" Jiang Wangshu asked. When he heard his phone ring, he took two deep breaths while he was on the phone. He thought to himself, how did he sense it so long ago?

Fu Yu-an got up to answer the phone. From a distance, Jiang could hear him say, Bring it over then.

After hanging up the phone, she was just about to finish eating when she stood up and prepared to clean up the table.

She wiped her hands and went out onto the balcony to dry.

There was an unopened clothes rack in the laundry basket next to him. She had just opened it, the doorbell rang, and after a while, there was no sound from Fu Yuan, she looked at her own clothes, she didn't know who he was, she didn't know what kind of customer he was, so she went to open the door, but if he was a customer or something, it didn't matter, so she called to him from across the balcony, "Fu Yuan, open the door!"

Wen Tiezhu had to find someone who couldn't come, so she had to find a home. When she opened the door, she almost thought she had walked into the wrong door, took two steps back, and looked at the door number. That's right, it was here.

Fu Yuan took the documents and browsed through them, "It's been a day since we last met?"

It was his first time seeing the boss in an apron, and it was also his first time coming to the boss' house. He took advantage of Fu Yuan's browsing to check out the boss' house.

The window was bright and spotless, so clean that it didn't seem like someone had lived in it before. The black and white gray decorations were depressing and depressing, always feeling that something was missing. He continued to patrol the area and knew that he would see someone drying clothes on the balcony. He fished out the clothes from the washing machine, shook them with all his might, and used the support to prop them up, supporting his feet as he tried to hang them on the clothesline. He was wearing clothes that clearly didn't fit him, but there was actually a strange kind of harmony with the environment.

He was very familiar with that girl. It was Jiang Wangshu.

However, why would she be at the boss's house wearing the boss's clothes to dry clothes on the balcony, and the boss … Wearing aprons, these two are … Living together?

It took a long time for Wen Te to recover from his shock as if he had discovered some great secret.

Fu Yuan signed the document and stretched out his hand, but no one took it. He followed Jiang Wangshu's line of sight, and in the end, his gaze fell upon Jiang Wenshu.

He had forgotten to tell her that his clothes needed to be dried. She had tried to smooth out the folds, but she had tried to do it anyway, and had ended up looking annoyed and amused and helpless.

After the few pieces of clothing were finished, her pants were already on the verge of falling down, but Jiang Wangshu was unaware. She had tied her tie very tightly, and the binding feeling on her waist was still there. However, her pants had already slipped down quietly.

Fu Yuan turned around and knocked on Wen Te's head with the document. Immediately, he turned around and chased him away. "If you have nothing to do, then go back to work."

"Boss, then why did you …"

Before he could finish, the door slammed shut. Wen Te stood outside the door for a while, her mind filled with the explosive news of Fu Yuan and Jiang Wenshu living together.

Their boss had been single for so long, was he finally going to act against someone close to him? The rabbit wants to eat the grass next to his nest?

On the balcony, Jiang Wangshu finished drying his clothes and walked out. He pointed at his shirt and pants and said embarrassedly, "Can't you wash your clothes by machine? I don't know, it was wrinkled after washing, is it … You can't take it anymore? "