She said that she would break up with him, but he entered the house, refused to admit it, and came to eat with her every day.

The heart knot is such a strange thing.

Once, Fu Jue's feelings were stuck on liking or disliking, and he struggled for so long.

When he really accepted his fate and was really sure that he couldn't let go of Wang Yue, his feelings for Wang Yue grew by leaps and bounds.

*

Fu Ying is really shameless.

She said that she would break up with him, but he entered the house, refused to admit it, and came to eat with her every day.

Moved some of his toiletries today, and bring some clothes tomorrow.

In the end, half of the entire apartment was occupied by him.

Xia Ling changed the lock, but Fu Jue took the property and directly came to pry the lock open.

If one day, Fu Ling can regain his dignity as the president, Xia Ling will feel overjoyed and cry.

*

And Fu Jue was half-forced and half-scoundrel to live with Xia Ling.

routines, not only Xia Linghui.

Fu Jue, as a commercial emperor, is a feared Shura at the negotiation table.

However, when he made up his mind to favor anyone, it was a catastrophe that no one could escape.

A man in a haute couture Armani suit, with thin lips hooked here, sits at the negotiating table, negotiating billions of dollars with business partners.

Turning around, wearing an apron, he was stupidly in Xia Ling's kitchen, almost burning the kitchen, and finally compared the recipe and made a decent meal for Xia Ling.

"You're back."

There is a black mark on his handsome face, which is that when he was stir-frying, he accidentally touched the bottom of the pot, burned his hands, and wiped his sweat unexpectedly on his face.

"Hmm." Xia Ling looked at him, and his eyes were a little complicated.

"Wash your hands and get ready to eat." Fu Jue smiled happily.

He untied his apron from his waist and did not mention the credit for his own cooking.

Xia Ling: "Okay. ”

She went to wash her hands and towel.

Then he came out, in front of Fu Yu.

"Don't move."

As she spoke, she took a towel and gently wiped the black marks off her face.

He took up his hand again.

The slender and powerful hand, which has always been the hand that signed the contract of tens of millions or hundreds of millions, in front of Xia Ling's eyes, at this moment, half of his ten fingers were covered in scaly wounds, and they were burned red by the flames.

Xia Ling took the toothpaste and helped Fu Yu apply it gently.

Toothpaste should not be used for severe burns, but if you apply toothpaste, you will feel much better if you apply toothpaste.

*

"Yueyue, admit it, you still like me."

Fu Jue smiled and looked up at Xia Ling.

He sat behind the dining table, and Xia Ling stood in front of him.

She was wearing a slim-fitting suit in black and white today.

The strands of hair on her forehead were permed and fell down beside her face, and she looked delicate and handsome.

"The Legend of Concubine Qing" has begun to be released, and today she followed the crew to the press conference.

When I came back, I didn't have time to remove my makeup, but I didn't expect Fu Yu to cook and wait for her at home.

*

Xia Ling: "Who likes you?" Mr. Fu, please don't put gold on your face. ”

"You, you like me." Fu Jue's fingers were smeared with toothpaste, and in turn, the slender hand took Xia Ling and wrapped her hand in the palm of his palm.

Fu Ting: "If you don't like me, why should you care about me?" Also noticed that my hands were burned and helped me apply toothpaste. ”

Xia Ling glanced at him and stuck his knife.

"Even if it's another man, if he lives with me and cooks for me, and he burns his hand, I'll help him apply toothpaste."