"What should I know?" An Wan looked dazed.

Fu Yan: "......"

Strong self-control allowed Fu Yan to successfully control himself and not fall on the spot and shovel away.

He glanced at An Wan deeply, deeply, and then lowered his head without saying a word to concentrate on cooking, and no longer paid attention to An Wan.

An Wan looked dazed: "??? ”

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Talk and chat well, how can this man say that he is angry when he is angry?

Thinking of this, An Wan looked at the cameraman on the side for help and asked, "Do you know why he is angry?" ”

Cameraman: "Miss ......, please don't forget that we are filming!!

Can you not suddenly ask me such a ridiculous soul question in front of the camera!

"Sure enough...... You don't know either. An Wan said with a melancholy face.

Cameraman: Did I speak ......???

"Even a man like you doesn't know what he's angry about, and it's impossible for me to know." Saying that, An Wan even sighed, looking quite helpless to Fu Yan.

Fu Yan: "......"

Cameraman: "......"

The cameraman glanced sympathetically at Fu Yan, who was silent with thin lips and pursed his lips.

"It's hot, drink plenty of water." Fu Yan put down the spatula, thoughtfully poured An Wan a glass of lemonade and handed it to her.

The implication is to tell her to "shut up".

Ann Night: "......"

Shut up, shut up, An Wan pouted.

Just when the two looked at each other without saying a word, Fu Jie's voice suddenly came from the kitchen door.

"Ward day, brother, are you really cooking?"

Fu Yan glanced at him and didn't speak.

Fu Jie walked in with a blank eye, looking at the dishes in the pot that were being stir-fried by Fu Yan.

"After so many years, except for the time when my parents didn't come back from a business trip to help me celebrate my birthday, and you cooked a bowl of noodles for me yourself, I haven't tasted your craft again."

"How about the two of us change, you go to work in the company, and I'll be responsible for cooking for you at home?" Fu Yan said.

"No, no, no, forget it." Fu Jie waved his hand again and again and refused.

"I'm still self-aware of what I'm capable of."

After Fu Jie finished speaking, for a while, the huge kitchen fell into an eerie silence again.

Fu Jie felt uneasy, looking at Fu Yan for a while, and looking at An Wan for a while.

After a while, Fu Jie couldn't help but secretly approach in the direction of An Wan, leaning over to probe closer to An Wan.

"Why do I think my brother doesn't seem to be in a good mood?" Fu Jie asked cautiously in a low voice.

"He was angry before you came in." An Wan said frankly.

Fu Jie: "......" is not good for the passing year.

Why didn't he check the yellow calendar before he came in?

"Is it too late for me to leave?" Fu Jie looked at An Wan with a sad face and asked.

"How do I know, he's your brother and not mine."

Fu Jie: "......" Although he is not your brother, he is your man!"

"Can you tell me why he's angry?" Fu Jie thought about it and asked.

"I don't know, I'm also inexplicable." An Wan said with a blank face.

Fu Jie: "......"

At that moment, I don't know if it was his delusion, Fu Jie always felt that as soon as An Wan finished saying this, the cold air around his brother seemed to be heavier???

"Can you tell me what happened before he got angry? What did you say to each other? Fu Jie asked.

An Wan thought about it, but still couldn't figure out why Fu Yan was angry.

In order to find out the reason, she did not hide anything in the face of Fu Jie's questioning, and told Fu Jie everything that had just happened......

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