Jiang Wan rolled over and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

She stood in the bathroom, startled by herself in the mirror.

There were bruises on the collarbones and chest, and the memories of last night came to mind.

Jiang Wan's face was slightly red, and she walked into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash. When everything was ready, she changed her clothes and walked out the door.

Jiang Wan paused, and the smell of rice wafted faintly in the kitchen.

She is usually busy with work, and her work time is relatively tight, and she rarely fires at home every day, and she usually deals with two people casually for breakfast.

Could it be an old lady?

The old lady's family is away all year round and rarely comes back.

Since Jiang Wan moved into the villa, the old lady regarded her as her own daughter, and often entertained her with different tricks.

Jiang Wan handed her the key, and the old lady would sometimes even come in to clean the house and help take care of the flowers and plants.

Jiang Wan's heart was warm, and she took a step towards the kitchen.

"Grandma, are you making breakfast?"

Jiang Wan pushed open the door.

She froze.

Fu Siyan turned his back to her, cooking porridge, his slender fingers pinching the porcelain spoon and stirring in the pot, his movements were skillful and elegant, which was pleasing to the eye.

Poached eggs and luncheon meat are fried in a pan on the side, giving off an enticing aroma.

Fu Siyan was actually making breakfast for her?

Jiang Wan was stunned for a second, then shook his head, feeling that he was really crazy.

Fu Siyan sensed her presence, put down the porcelain spoon and turned back, his eyes calm.

"Is there something wrong with Miss Jiang?"

Jiang Wan came back to her senses and smiled awkwardly: "It's okay, you continue." ”

With that, she quickly closed the kitchen door and withdrew.

Only later did I realize that this was my home.

Jiang Wan leaned against the wall, her heart pounding.

Fu Siyan didn't leave.

Is it because last night was too ...... Jiang Wan covered her face, ashamed and eager to find a hole to get into.

Breakfast was quickly prepared, and Fu Siyan scooped a bowl of white porridge and handed it to her.

Jiang Wan took it and thanked him in a low voice.

She picked up a slice of luncheon meat and put it in her mouth.

The luncheon meat is fried just right, the surface is charred, and the inside is delicate and infiltrated.

Jiang Wan couldn't help but praise: "I didn't expect Mr. Fu to cook." ”

Fu Siyan took a sip of coffee and said casually: "Well, I learned it abroad." ”

As soon as his words came out, the atmosphere at the table became a little undignified.

Jiang Wan lowered her eyes to eat, hiding her loss.

Fu Siyan didn't participate in the years when he disappeared, and he didn't even know about such a trivial thing as he learned to cook.

Jiang Wan had to admit that there was an invisible and huge gap in front of her and Fu Siyan.

Thinking of his painful expression when he touched Fu Siyan's abdomen last night, Jiang Wan couldn't help but speak: "Mr. Fu, your injury." ”

Fu Siyan glanced at her, and his tone was flat: "A little injury, it's not a big deal." ”

Last night's gentleness seemed to be gone, and Fu Siyan returned to the appearance that he couldn't figure out and rejected thousands of miles away.

Jiang Wan lowered his head and drank porridge silently.

"I'll pick you up at Liang Xian's dust-washing banquet tonight." Fu Siyan spoke lightly, and his voice was full of non-refusal.

Jiang Wan almost choked on a mouthful of white porridge.

He must have seen his own text.

Fu Siyan looked at Jiang Wan who was peeking at him, and continued: "Liang Yaohui sent invitations to most people in the circle, including me. ”

As he spoke, he leaned down.

Looking at Fu Siyan, who was getting closer and closer to him, Jiang Wan couldn't help but close his eyes.

The imaginary kiss did not fall, and the rice grains at the corners of the mouth were wiped off.

Fu Siyan threw the tissue into the trash, he stood up and looked down at her condescendingly: "Be my female companion, Miss Jiang." ”