Fu Shihan grabbed her with a serious expression. "I'll do it myself, and I won't do it anymore."

He is good at everything, but there is one point, his cooking skills are not so accurate.

He didn't drink fake wine today, but if he drank the decanting soup she boiled, the effect would be basically the same as drinking fake wine.

Fu Shihan still remembers that on her eighteenth birthday, he was directly sent to the hospital by her bowl of sobering soup.

He couldn't understand how so many normal ingredients in the kitchen could not be normal in her hands at all.

So a while ago, when Fu Yu'an showed off with him, saying that Su Wanxin was cooking for him, Fu Shihan had only one thought in his heart: his son's life is really big.

Su Wanxin: "......"

His expression of resistance was too obvious, and there was a hint of desire to survive in his disgusted eyes.

"What do you mean?" She asked dissatisfied. "Got a dog in the kitchen?"

"The kitchen is smoky, so it's not for you."

Fu Shihan dug a pit for himself in one sentence, and he had to go to the kitchen to make himself a soup to drink at night, otherwise the play would collapse.

Su Wanxin followed behind him slowly, and was persuaded by Fu Shihan several times before finally giving up the idea of cooking.

"Then you take it yourself, I'll go back."

Su Wanxin leaned against the kitchen door and looked at him for a while, feeling that it was not too early and it was time to go.

When Fu Shihan heard this, he was unhappy: "You still want to go back?" ”

"Or else?" Su Wanxin asked calmly. "According to you, we're in an alliance, but I haven't seen anyone form an alliance to get into the same bed."

"I have a headache."

"I don't think it's a big problem with how you look now."

Why isn't it a big problem?

Fu Shihan immediately extinguished the fire on the stove with a snap, and the soup was no longer boiling, so he pulled her upstairs, lay on the bed and straightened her body, repeating the sentence just now: "Headache." ”

There are too many acting ingredients and too contrived, so angry that Su Wanxin almost wanted to reach out and hit him on the head.

Fu Shihan insisted on leaving people behind like a bully, holding on to them.

In the dim night, the silent Su Wanxin suddenly smiled, hooking Fu Shihan's curiosity: "What are you laughing at?" ”

"Nothing, something comes to mind."

"Tell me."

"I remembered that when I offered 10 million a night, Mr. Fu said that I was not worth it."

Fu Shihan: "......"

Therefore, there are some things that you must think twice before saying them. Otherwise, maybe at any time, you will be slapped in the face by what you have said.

If it weren't for Fu Shihan's thick skin, his face would have turned red with remorse at this moment. However, he is not that kind of person.

He was silent for only a few seconds, and then he tightly imprisoned the person in his arms and put it in his ear to justify: "There were so many noisy people at that time, you heard it wrong." I'm talking about 10 million, which is a bit less. ”

Su Wanxin didn't argue with him, just sighed long.

After people finish crying, their hearts always seem to have a breath gathered there, tired and panicked, and they are panicked.

Su Wanxin soothed the depressed emotions in her heart, closed her eyes, and thought about every word Fu Shihan had said to her tonight.

He's good at brainwashing, but she's not the kind of person who gets brainwashed easily. So after she calms down, she needs to review and think about whether there is anything wrong.

Fu Shihan hugged her, knowing that she hadn't slept, she was just thinking about things. He found an opportunity and whispered, "Let's take a shower together?" ”

"Inch in?"

"I'm just a kind reminder that it's almost time for bed."