Lin Nuan stood in the elevator, her heart pounding. Almost unconsciously, she followed the two girls out of the elevator.

After the shifts were over, people hurried in and out of the apartments.

Lin Nuan's legs felt stiff and cold as the breeze blew.

Just when she turned around, the person who had just gone to work entered the elevator, and it was too late for Lin Nuan to go upstairs to change her pants.

The phone in her bag vibrate. It was Fu Huai'an calling, he must have waited too long.

For a man like Fu Huai'an, time is precious. He must have been waiting for someone downstairs for the first time, wasting his time.

When she answered the phone, she apologized to the door and walked to the door. "I'm sorry I was delayed upstairs for a while. I'm already on my way out of the elevator.

While hanging up the phone, Lin Nuan clenched his fists and was mentally prepared.

At this moment, the businesswomen entering and leaving the apartment were wearing high heels and skirts. What's wrong with showing a little bit of skin? Is it really like what Bai Xiaonian said? Can't she wear the dress she wants just because of Fu Huai'an?

She clenched her purse tightly and walked out of the apartment, mentally prepared.

In the car, Fu Huaian had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. Before he lit it with the lighter in his hand, he looked up in the direction of the apartment, as if he had telepathy.

Fu Huaian looked at Lin Nuan standing on the stairs with half-open deep eyes. His gaze fell on her straight, white legs. The flames moved, accentuating his sharp, chiseled features and unfathomable eyes.

It's cold outside. A breeze blew, and Lin Nuan unconsciously closed her legs to block the cold.

She raised her hand to brush the loose strands of hair behind her ears and looked in the direction of Fu Huai'an's car.

Through the glass window, she saw him biting the cigarette in his mouth on the car window with one hand and a lighter in the other, looking calm and indifferent. The small flame was enough for her to see his clear features and his dark eyes, making her heart beat faster.

She struggled to control herself and walked downstairs. Her straight and graceful legs crossed together were a beautiful sight.

His Adam's apple moved gently as he swallowed. Turning off the lighter, he bit down on his cigarette and loosened the collar of his shirt, his eyes deepening.

Seeing Fu Huai'an's car slowly driving towards her, Lin Nuan stood in place.

When the car stopped, she opened the door across from the driver's seat and sat down with one hand tugging at her skirt.

Her skirt was not short, but not long enough. When she sat down, the denim skirt moved up quite a bit.

She was obviously embarrassed inside, but she pretended to be calm and put her bag on her left side to cover her legs.

However, square wallets are too small and insignificant to cover anything.

In the driver's seat, Fu Huaian put one hand on the steering wheel and still held a cigarette in his mouth. His sideways look cold and stiff, both charming and chaste.

He noticed Lin Nuan's subtle movements from the corner of his eye and looked at her.

The dark green square purse was attached to her slender and fair legs, making her skin look more delicate and fair than usual.

Noticing his gaze, Lin Nuan suddenly became irritable, regretting that he didn't change his pants upstairs.

She adjusted her skirt and pretended to be calm, breaking the awkward silence first. "Where are we going?"

"If you don't have the heart to eat, I'll take you somewhere to ......"

Without waiting for Lin Nuan to respond, he motioned with his eyes for her to fasten her seatbelt.

She pulled her seat belt, buckled her body, and looked straight ahead, showing as diligence as she could.

She subconsciously felt that Fu Huaian was a very picky person. For a place where he can "lay down his dignity", the food should not be too bad.

But when he parked his car in front of Genting Apartment, the most luxurious and high-end apartment in Haicheng, Lin Nuan's grip on her belt suddenly became tight. Despite her efforts to stay calm, she still appears very guarded.

When the security guard of the apartment walked over to open the car door for them, he greeted him respectfully, "Mr. Fu!

"Didn't you say we were going to eat?" Lin Nuan looked at him with clean and clear eyes.

"Yes. Upstairs. He unbuckled his seat belt and picked up a cigarette case and lighter as he got out of the car.

Lin Nuan guessed that this must be some kind of private food. She followed him out of the car.

When they entered the intricately designed elevator, she didn't notice any elevator buttons. After Fu Huai'an scanned his fingerprints, the elevator went up.

Inside the elevator, their figures are reflected in the confined space and the golden walls. Lin Nuan felt her heart pounding again. This... It can't be his private apartment, right?

She actually had a feeling at this moment, but she unconsciously found an excuse to go in with him.

She stood beside Fu Huai'an, feeling that she was being dragged into a trap, only to realize that it was too late.

The two didn't say anything, and a thin aura of embarrassment enveloped them.

Seeing his suit ajar and his hands in the pockets beside her, she finally asked, "Do they have a celebrity chef here?"

His deep gaze fell on her embellished figure in the reflection of the elevator wall. He said unhurriedly: "It doesn't have to be famous, very few people have tried his cuisine." His food was decent.

What kind of strange conclusion is this?

"Ding—"

When the elevator doors opened, she saw the interior of a gorgeous and spacious apartment room.

Fu Huaian walked out of the elevator, changed into slippers, and at the same time calmly took off his blazer and said to Lin Nuan: "There are new slippers on the shoe rack."

By the way, look at what he looks like ...

"That's not where you live, is it? The chef you mentioned... Is it yourself?

Fu Huai'an stared at her clear eyes, grinning, with a hint of smugness in his facial features. "No one here will bother us......"

His words immediately made Lin Nuan blush. She immediately felt wary.

Thinking that they had been isolated by Tang Zheng last time, she looked at him in frustration and couldn't help but take a step back. "Why did you bring me here?"

"Didn't you say you didn't know what to eat?" Fu Huaian took out the cigarette case and lighter, took a puff of the cigarette, threw the suit on the sofa, and lit the cigarette. Then he put a hand in his pocket and removed it from the corner of his mouth. "You're not happy with my cooking?"

Seeing her awkwardly standing there, he bit down on his cigarette and removed the pin from his collar. Then he took off the steel watch, put it on the table, rolled up his sleeves and headed for the kitchen.

She felt that Fu Huai'an would ignore her after leaving her in the room. She turned around to leave, but when she looked at the elevator, she realized that only a fingerprint could activate the system, as there were no buttons.

She couldn't walk if she wanted to.

Fu Huai'an's calm expression made her look dramatic, as if she was doing something big.

Hearing the sound of the elevator closing in the kitchen, she bit her lip and changed into slippers. Lin Nuan walked in.

Lin Nuan looked in the direction of the spacious kitchen, and saw Fu Huaian biting a cigarette, his slender fingers preparing ingredients.

She put down her bag because she had no way to leave. She hesitated for a moment, but Lin Nuan felt uncomfortable just sitting there waiting for him to prepare the food, so she decided to help.

Just as she was about to take off her sweater, she thought about it for a moment and kept putting it on. She rolled up her sleeves and headed towards the kitchen, asking, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Fu Huaian glanced at her with unfathomable eyes. "Do you know how to cook?"

Lin Nuan nodded.

The kitchen is exceptionally quiet. She rolled up her sleeves and rinsed the rice and put it in the new rice cooker.

The kitchen is well equipped with new supplies.

Lin Nuan guessed that Fu Huai'an was barely cooking there.

Just as she was wiping her fingers with a tissue in the kitchen, she heard his phone ring on the countertop.

"Let me take care of it. You can go and answer the phone..."

Lin Nuan reached out and took the knife in Fu Huai'an's hand.

Fu Huaian looked down and saw that Lin Nuan suddenly looked like a conscientious wife and mother. He smiled softly and wiped his hands with a tissue as he answered the phone on the balcony.

Lin Nuan looked at the ingredients, trying to guess what he was going to prepare. She slices all the vegetables according to her custom.

When she looked up again, she saw him standing near the pool on the balcony. He was still on the phone with a cigarette in his hand.

She glanced at the clock on the wall.

If she wants to try Fu Huai'an's private food, she may have to wait until eleven or twelve o'clock!

Thinking of this, Lin Nuan took off her sweater and began to prepare dinner.

When he came back from the call, she had already brought the hot food that had just been cooked. She smoothly tidied up the countertops and waited for him.

In the kitchen, Lin Nuan rolled up his shirt sleeves, put one hand on the countertop, and wiped the sink with a cloth. In the warm light, her beautiful facial features look like a painting set off by the light. Her skin looks like a freshly shelled egg.

Fu Huai'an looked at her and felt that his irritable mood gradually calmed down. She has a quality of calm and comfort.

Lin Nuan already has a tall and slender figure. Wearing a denim skirt, her fair legs looked longer and straighter than usual.