Chapter 125： Husband is a lemon

Looking at Fang Xiran's gloomy expression, he knew that he must have misunderstood something.

Lu Shijin swallowed the dumplings in his mouth three or two times, just as he was about to explain, Fang Zhuoer didn't seem to notice the tension in the atmosphere, and greeted Fang Xiran as if nothing had happened: "Brother, you're awake, it just so happened that the dumplings that my sister-in-law specially made for you came out of the pot. , His craftsmanship is really good, and the dumplings are very fragrant."

"He made dumplings for me," Fang Xiran glanced at the two plates of steaming dumplings on the table and asked coldly, "Then what are you doing here?"

"Me?" Fang Zhuoer put down his chopsticks and said with a magnanimous smile, "I originally wanted to help, but unfortunately I couldn't help because of my clumsiness, and my sister-in-law also gave me a plate of dumplings. It just so happened that you came down, shall we take it out to eat?"

"Forget it, I'm afraid I have no luck with such delicious dumplings." Fang Xiran seemed to be disdainful to see the two of them, turned around and walked out, and said sarcastically, "Uncle and sister-in-law hide in the kitchen to make dumplings together at night, really Fresh, who will believe it when you say it, hehe."

Fang Zhuoer was a little embarrassed when Fang Xiran was gone, scratched his head, and looked at Lu Shijin innocently, "My brother...he, couldn't he have misunderstood something?"

Lu Shijin smiled, shook his head and said, "It's okay, his brain is broken, and his way of thinking is different from our ordinary people, so don't pay attention to him."

Fang Zhuoer heard that Lu Shijin was deliberately hurting Fang Xiran. Although Fang Xiran's temper had indeed become very different from before, he still respected Fang Xiran as big brother as before.

Fang Zhuoer said, "I'd better go and see him. If he gets angry, I'll make up for it."

"Don't go." Lu Shijin grabbed him and said lightly, "If you go, it will only add fuel to the fire."

Fang Zhuoer was inexplicable, "Why?"

Lu Shijin smiled and said lightly: "It's nothing, he's emotionally unstable now, only I can coax him well. If you go, you may only find yourself unhappy. It's okay, I'll take care of him."

Fang Zhuoer couldn't find a reason to refute, so he frowned and said, "Okay, then... it's hard for you."

Lu Shijin went out with a plate of dumplings. Fang Xiran was no longer downstairs, so he went to the bedroom on the second floor to find someone.

As expected, Fang Xiran lay back on the bed again, with his back to the door of the room, as if no strangers should approach.

Lu Shijin was not used to his temperamental temper. He put the dumplings on the coffee table and said lightly, "Are you hungry? Get up and eat dumplings when you are hungry."

Fang Xiran didn't speak or move.

Lu Shijin: "If you don't eat it, it will be cold."

Fang Xiran remained silent.

"You really don't eat?" Lu Shijin raised his voice and asked again.

Fang Xiran was silent, his back was very stubborn.

Lu Shijin: "Okay, don't eat it." He paused and began to talk to himself, "The bag is all wrapped up, so it can't be wasted. Take it and eat it with Zhuoer."

Lu Shijin picked up the plate and was about to leave. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the person on the bed. Fang Xiran's legs moved and he couldn't lie down.

Just as Lu Shijin touched the doorknob before he could open the door, he heard Fang Xiran's cold snort from behind.

"stop."

"What? Do you want to eat again?" Lu Shijin asked knowingly.

Fang Xiran rustled and sat up from the bed, "Zall? You are affectionate enough."

Lu Shijin turned around and said casually, "He's your younger brother, that is, my younger brother. What's his name if he's not called 'Zall'?"

Fang Xiran raised his eyebrows: "Your brother? Do you really think of yourself as his sister-in-law? Who admitted it?"

"Except for you," Lu Shijin smiled politely, "Everyone in your family admits it."

Fang Xiran's face was ugly: "..."

Lu Shijin put the plate back on the coffee table again, sat on the sofa, Erlang's legs raised, "Thin skin and big stuffing, tender and juicy, handmade dumplings, are you sure you won't eat them?"

Fang Xiran was unmoved, "Who knows if there is any poison in it."

Lu Shijin sneered, took a dumpling with chopsticks and threw it into his mouth, chewing and saying, "You can rest assured now? Dalang?"

Fang Xiran: "What do you call me?"

"Dalang," Lu Shijin smiled narrowly, "don't you suspect that I poisoned you?"

Fang Xiran lowered his eyes and thought for a while, it turned out that Lu Shijin was making fun of him as Wu Dalang.

"So you admit that you are Pan Jinlian?" Fang Xiran retorted, "Spirit Yanghua, hook three and four."

Lu Shijin clicked his tongue: "I didn't admit it. I didn't poison you, and I didn't have an adulterer. Why do you call me Pan Jinlian?"

Fang Xiran sneered: "No adulterer? What were you and Fang Zhuoer doing in the kitchen just now? You can, I underestimate your means, today is just the first time you meet, the relationship is good enough that he feeds you. What's the point of things? You think I'm dead, don't you?"

Lu Shijin: "It's really my fault, I'm sorry."

Fang Xiran didn't seem to hear clearly, and was stunned, "What?"

Lu Shijin said sincerely: "I said, I was wrong. I forgot my status as a husband. Even if Fang Zhuoer feeds me, I shouldn't eat it."

Fang Xiran was already prepared for Lu Shijin to quarrel with him, but Lu Shijin apologized unexpectedly, making his full of anger like a deflated balloon, which quickly deflated.

"What are you doing? Aftermath?" Fang Xiran laughed, "Don't think that if you apologize, I will pretend that this incident never happened. Please curry favor with me in front of me, and go to hook up with Fang Zhuoer behind my back. Lu Shijin, do you want to The two men in our Fang family are playing with each other, isn't the ambition a bit bigger?"

"Where did I hook up with your brother?" Lu Shijin asked sternly, "Is there any evidence?"

"Do you still need evidence?" Fang Xiran recalled Fang Zhuoer's appearance, and his heart became sour again like a lemon, "Don't you just think that Fang Zhuoer is good in everything, so when you see people, you can't wait. stick it on?"

He has a good younger brother, he is young and sunny, tall and handsome, and he himself, not to mention his appearance, is a little inconvenient in one foot. If they choose one of the two, anyone with eyes will know how select.

Looking at the "0, 0, 0..." that kept popping up above Fang Xiran's head, Lu Shijin knew how sour Fang Zhuoer was in the man's heart.

Lu Shijin held back his smile and said solemnly, "Fang Zhuoer is all good? Why don't I think so?"

"Stop pretending to be garlic." Of course Fang Xiran didn't believe what Lu Shijin said, and snorted coldly.

Lu Shijin: "I really didn't pretend, I really don't think he's good in everything, why don't you tell me?"

Fang Xiran put her hands around her chest and turned her face away, looking like a fuming puffer fish.

"He's young."

Lu Shijin changed his leg and said slowly, "What's so good about being young? If there is a conflict, I have to coax him. I like the older one, and I know it hurts people."

Fang Xiran glanced at him sideways. The condensed expression on his face seemed to calm down a little. In addition to "0", another number appeared on the top of his head - "-1".

Lu Shijin: ...

Only minus 1 so little? What year and month does this have to go down to?

A man with a small belly.

Fang Xiran continued: "He looks good too."

"You look good too." Lu Shijin said sincerely.

Fang Xiran narrowed his eyebrows, not buying Lu Shijin's flattery, "Do you have something wrong with your eyes?"

"..." The corner of Lu Shijin's mouth twitched into a smile, "I'm serious, do you mind the scars on your face? Actually, I don't think it's a big deal at all. Not everyone likes the little white face, so I think there are scars. Men are more man and more connotative."

"-5" slowly appeared above Fang Xiran's head, and Lu Shijin knew that his flattery had hit the spot.

Fang Xiran's tangled brows stretched a little, although he knew that Lu Shijin was deliberately picking up nice words to coax him, but as long as it's a human being, who doesn't like to be flattered by others?

"He's still very good. Basically, as long as the people who have been in contact with him, regardless of gender, age, or age, will like him very much." Fang Xiran calmly continued to point out Fang Zhuoer's advantages, hoping to hear more from Lu Shijin's mouth. good words.

"But you are also very good," Lu Shijin searched from his memory for Fang Xiran's resume that he had checked on the Internet, and counted Fang Xiran's honors one by one. The top three in Fortune's 40-year-old business elite list, the top ten most influential figures in the business world in XX, and the successful men in fashion of the year in XX...Aren't these enough proofs?"

Although I really don't want to admit it, I can't deny that I feel really comfortable when I hear these words.

Fang Xiran's face turned from cloudy to sunny. His eyes swept across Lu Shijin, but the corners of his eyes and brows couldn't hide his pride, "When did you become so good at talking?"

Lu Shijin looked at him sincerely: "I'm not good at words, but I like to tell the truth."

Another "-5" appeared above Fang Xiran's head.

Lu Shijin strikes while the iron is hot: "So, I have already married such a good man, how can other men be in my eyes? No matter how good your brother is, it has nothing to do with me. Don't worry, I will never be with him next time. Dumplings are made!"

"-5" followed by a "-3".

Fang Xiran was dark in her heart, but she pretended to be disdainful, "You don't have to pretend to promise me here, whoever you want to hook up with has nothing to do with me, I just want to remind you that Fang Zhuoer is the heart of my father and stepmother. , as long as you are not afraid of being kicked out of Fang's house, although you can try to get closer to him."

Lu Shijin smiled, Fang Xiran said so, indicating that he no longer cared about what happened just now, so he didn't speak any more.

He did the math, and the lemon value should have dropped to 86 by now.

It's not easy.

"I'm hungry, bring the dumplings here." Fang Xiran was out of breath. He hadn't eaten all afternoon, and his stomach was empty for a long time, and his hunger surged up.

Lu Shijin brought the plate over, Fang Xiran took the chopsticks naturally, Lu Shijin pretended to be surprised and asked, "Don't you want me to feed you?"

Fang Xiran glanced at him, and took the plate from Lu Shijin's hand, "No, since you are sincere in admitting your mistake today, I will let you off."

Lu Shijin: "Thank you boss."

Fang Xiran took a dumpling and put it in his mouth. Although the dumpling was a little cold, it was similar to what Lu Shijin said.

It's really thin and filling, and it tastes good.

Forget it, because Lu Shijin made dumplings for him and flattered him, Fang Xiran decided to give him some good looks occasionally in the process of getting along.

"Where's the vinegar? Why didn't you bring vinegar?" He thought so, but Fang Xiran couldn't help nitpicking, and called Lu Shijin, "Dumplings without vinegar have no soul at all, bring me some vinegar!"

"Do you still want vinegar?" Lu Shijin asked strangely, "I thought you were full of vinegar."

"..." Fang Xiran choked, and hurriedly retorted before swallowing the dumplings in his mouth, "The devil eats your vinegar! Don't be too affectionate!"