"Then you can order takeout." Ji Qingling looked at this man with a stern expression and a tricky face.

"I don't want to eat takeout, you hurry up and change your clothes and accompany me." Fu Zijun is still the arrogant look.

"I'm not going." She didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned around to go back to her room.

"Then I'm not going either." He simply sat back on the sofa, crossed his arms and closed his eyes, "It's a big deal to starve to death here." ”

She looked at him in disbelief, this is not Fu Zijun! This product is not Fu Zijun!

Where is that noble son who is cold and cold?

Why subvert her perception again and again?

He didn't pay any attention to her shock and doubts, and the old monk sat down as if he were settled, determined to spend it with her to the end.

Ji Qingling was obviously not his opponent, so in order to prevent him from starving to death at her house, he had to obediently change his clothes and go out with him.

"I'm dizzy, you drive." When he got to the parking lot, he threw the key directly to her.

She had already been defeated by his shamelessness and sat in the driver's seat numbly, "Where to go?" ”

"Whatever." The thin lips of the noble son opened lightly, giving her a maddening answer.

"I don't know where the casual restaurant is." He didn't give a specific location, and she didn't drive.

"Then you can just open it on the street, and I'll call you when you see a store that is pleasing to the eye."

"You and I have so much time to go for a ride here with you?" It's really a big young master! She used all her strength to control herself from taking off the steering wheel and smashing it in his face.

"I'm so hungry, don't talk, drive quickly, I'm dizzy from hunger." He simply didn't answer her words, turned his face to look out the window and pretended to be weak.

"Fu Zijun, you can be more shameless." She almost gritted her teeth and burst out of the sentence.

He closed his eyes, imagining her crazy jumping feet, and suddenly felt that she was so cute like this.

"Just that porridge shop." He suddenly pointed at random, his eyes had been closed.

Ji Qingling glanced at him in horror, and knew that there was a porridge shop in front of him with his eyes closed? What is this ability?

Her small apartment is very close to the school, and there are all kinds of restaurants around, most of which are relatively cheap and affordable, considering the level of students' spending, and also focus on Sichuan hot pot, so even though it is a meal, this slightly more expensive and light-tasting porridge shop business is as light as its taste.

"A porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork." Fu Zijun didn't even look at the menu, she ordered it directly, but she hesitated for a long time, looked left and right before ordering a fruit ice porridge.

"Eating so cold at night, aren't you afraid of stomach trouble?" He looked at her disapprovingly, "Let's change it to red bean porridge." ”

"I've been eating like this at night, why didn't I see you caring about me before?" She sneered and looked at him defiantly.

He froze, he really never cared about her eating preferences and work habits.

Two portions of porridge soon came up, and both of them were silent and ate quietly.

Ji Qingling was not hungry at all, she was bored with a spoon and scratched around the bowl, the porridge here tasted really average, not as delicious as what she made at all, she knew that she had gone downstairs to buy some food and made it herself, and she was really dizzy after eating an unpalatable meal so far away.

Is she still faint today? She smiled helplessly, thinking about it, she still felt a little incredible, she and he actually lived together again, why did she relented and took him in at that time?

It seems that she has been led by his nose all day today, and she feels pretty good after being reborn, and she made up her mind to draw a line with him a while ago, and now she is actually mixed with him again.

"Doesn't it taste good?" He finished it and found that she hadn't eaten a few bites at all.

"It's not delicious," she said, putting down her spoon and sighing, "let's go when we're done." ”

He glanced at her and silently took out the money to settle the bill, she was about to go to the drive, but he called out to her, "Come and buy something with me." ”

"Buying a cake? You haven't eaten enough at night? ”

"It's because you didn't eat a few bites at night, and I'm worried that you'll be hungry and crazy at night and eat me." He said nonchalantly, "Choose for yourself." ”

"Wow, so you can tell jokes, it's really funny." She looked at him in mock surprise, but there was a mocking look on her face.

"What kind of person do you think I am? Cold, selfish, condescending, never caring about the feelings of others? He didn't laugh, but just stood beside her and whispered, "You don't want to give yourself a chance to get to know me. ”

"Huh." She didn't speak, just sneered lowly, it had taken her ten years to get to know him, and who knew him better than her? It was also these ten years that made her see him clearly and made her decide to let go completely.

"Heavy cheesecake." She pointed to the cake in the window and motioned for the clerk to wrap it, and carried the packaged cake into his arms, "This is your favorite cake, but the heavy cheese of this house is not your favorite, your favorite is the one downstairs of your house, in fact, the taste of the two is only slightly different, but you are a picky eater, you can eat a slight difference." ”

Picky eaters? It was the first time he had heard such an assessment. He was such an untemperamental man that even his parents didn't know his food preferences, almost no one in the world knew his preferences for desserts, and even he didn't even realize which restaurant his favorite heavy cheesecake belonged to.

His face turned slightly pale, how patiently and carefully she had tested her taste for food little by little, and how indifferently he took this qiē for granted.

"I'm sorry." He had always been arrogant and apologized to her again, and at that time he really didn't realize it.

"Forget it, you're busy." She waved her hand to show that she didn't care, this kind of thing is willing to fight and suffer, she was willing to be cheap, and it is really no wonder that he was willing to make a mistake.

On the way back, Fu Zijun was even more silent, and it wasn't until she parked the car that he gently grabbed her arm, "What do you like to eat?" ”

She watched him hold her hand, slightly stunned, was he asking her preferences?

Is this a reciprocation? He has always disliked to owe favors to others, and he was too lazy to test bit by bit, so he chose such a simple, rough and direct way of asking, which is really his style.

She forgot what she liked to eat, but she remembered that she almost cried last time for a piece of braised pork, so, "Probably braised pork." ”

"Braised pork?" Fu Zijun's taste is more Western, and his choice of Chinese food is mainly light, and he rarely even touches greasy foods like braised pork.

"But I don't eat much now."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid of fat." The last time she ate braised pork, she wasted two hours on the treadmill, and was ridiculed by Hu Mingliang for a long time, and since then she only eats vegetables and fruits for dinner.

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