His gaze fell on her face, the warmth and gaze were gentle, and he couldn't detect any emotion.

Luo Nanchu turned his head to look at him, but he just looked at her and smiled, very gentle and plain.

She withdrew her gaze, sulking alone there.

After dinner, Luo Nan went into the bathroom to take a bath.

The weather here is too fast at night, and if you don't hurry up and wash, you will not be able to stand it at night.

When she finished taking a shower and came out wrapped in a blanket, Fu Tingyuan had already cleaned up the fast food box on the dining table.

He sat on the couch smoking a cigarette and lifted his chin slightly when he saw her come out.

Luo Nanchu followed his line of sight and saw the small cake he had bought on the table.

She walked over and brought the cake over, sat next to Fu Tingyuan, and tore the wrapper.

Luo Nanchu dug a sharp tip and handed it to Fu Tingyuan's lips: "Ah-"

Fu Tingyuan took a puff of smoke at her: "Don't make trouble." ”

"Open your mouth."

"I don't have a sweet tooth."

"Eat quickly."

"......" He paused, glanced at her, and then, as if helpless, reluctantly took a bite.

"Is it delicious?"

"Average." He doesn't have a good or bad opinion of sweets.

Nan Chu rolled over from the sofa and stood up, climbed onto his knees and sat on it with a swagger, and handed him another spoonful: "Then you can taste more." ”

Fu Tingyuan leaned on the sofa and looked at the little woman sitting on his lap, he didn't buy her new clothes, so he was still wearing the pale hospital gown, delicate and weak, delicate and squeamish, and there was a little willfulness with a little temper between his eyebrows.

She is spoiled and pampered in her bones, and I am afraid that she will not be able to change it until she dies.

And he damn thought it was cute.

He looked like Qin Lie, completely hopeless.

He opened his mouth to take a bite, leaned on the sofa with his face propped up, tilted his head to look at her and smiled in a low voice: "Luo Nanchu, do you feel so sorry for me now?" ”

Luo Nanchu choked and dug into a mouthful of cream, "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

The man spat out a smoke ring at her viciously, and casually exposed her careful thoughts: "You are so protective of food and still divide half of your sweets with me, what else can you do if you are not distressed?" Seeing that I am injured, are you distressed? ”

Luo Nanchu's eyes widened slightly, looking at Fu Tingyuan's face, wanting to use cake to paste his face.

She couldn't speak for a long time - of course, she really couldn't think of anything quibbling - just stared at Fu Tingyuan's narcissistic and shameless face with wide eyes, Fu Tingyuan looked at her sluggish appearance, couldn't help but chuckle, he reached out and pressed her back, pressed the person into his arms, raised his hand and stroked her hair.

Luo Nanchu lay in his arms and looked up at him.

His eyes were gentle and bright in the dim light and shadow.

When she looked at him like this, her heart was slightly sour.

"You go back." She didn't know what had happened to him. But since it is not the Yan family that has an accident or goes bankrupt, then everything has room for maneuver. Even if Yan Zong didn't care about him, Yan Qingfeng wouldn't ignore him.

At least he didn't need to bruise himself all over his body.

Fu Tingyuan looked at her and smiled, but didn't speak.

He seems to have always been like this.

If he didn't plan to let her know, he would hide it from the world.

Like now, she didn't know why he was here, and he wasn't going to tell it.