After the empress dressed as a wealthy little white flower

Chapter 80
Xie Qingsu found a paper towel and was wiping the water on the tea table when she heard the bedroom door open, she immediately turned her head to look.

The bathrobe on Zuo Yushi's body was indeed taken off, but he even changed the inside. He directly changed into a shirt, the neckline was casually turned up and spread out, and it didn't seem deliberate at all, but it happened to be able to wrap the side of his neck The location of the cover is quite intact, and no trace can be seen.

Xie Qingsu paused while wiping the water: "..."

When Zuo Yu came out and saw her wiping by the coffee table, he continued to button up his shirt slowly, calmly as if nothing had happened: "Leave it alone, no need to wipe."

Xie Qingsu really didn't wipe it, and unceremoniously shook off the wet tissue in his hand, stood up directly, stared at his unmistakable action of buttoning his buttons, with an unhappy expression on his face.

Inexplicably, I felt as if I was being teased.

But she couldn't find evidence.

"Mr. Zuo usually wears this at home?" She simply stopped pretending, and said half-jokingly and half-purposely: "The neckline is so high, if you don't know, you might think that I came to your house at night to treat you Conspiracy."

Hearing her words, Zuo Yushi seemed to have been inspired by something, and even fastened the top button, and said calmly: "I don't pay much attention at home, so I just took one from the closet. Wear what you have."

"However, Miss Xie's words are magnanimous. It seems that you know a lot about what you have done." Zuo Yushi had already walked in front of her, and fastened the cufflinks in front of her. Do not show her.

As if she really wanted to plot against him, an innocent and honest gentleman.

In two lifetimes, for the first time in my life, I wanted to tear off the clothes of a man.

Xie Qingsu moved his fingers, and the palm wind condensed and dispersed, but he still held back, but his eyes were fixed on his collar, and he asked: "What's the matter with the injury on the neck? Mr. Zuo just attended a birthday banquet, why did you just come here?" If you don't see him for a day, you will be hurt more, and you are so ashamed to see people?"

Zuo Yushi looked at her attitude that she didn't intend to waste time and wanted to be clear, but didn't say anything, just gave her a look that she was sure to understand, and told her not to ask any more questions.

When you come to Zuo Yu to deliver documents, you can call Shen Xiaole and Shen Luo to come over. Xie Qingsu chose to come in person, so he didn't plan to return empty-handed.

Xie Qingsu didn't want to talk nonsense, and suddenly wanted to pull his collar, but before he touched him, the man raised his hand and grabbed his wrist.

With strength in his palms, the man didn't push her away, but he didn't let her touch him. He only looked down at her with warning eyes: "Miss Xie, you are a smart person. Some things require you to fully grasp them before you can control them. There is no need to look at some things too intuitively, do you think I am protecting your psychological bottom line, or myself?"

Xie Qingsu withdrew her hand back, Zuo Yushi didn't forcefully pull her, the moment she let go of her palm, she immediately took a step back, but seeing the man's calm and haggard expression under the light, for a moment There is no more action.

Zuo Yushi sat on the sofa, knew what she was thinking, and stopped playing around with her, and exposed it face-to-face: "You came here today to send documents. It's a fake. See if my injury is real. It's hard to explain what you said. It's you."

In this way, her guess is certain.

She really bit it?
Xie Qingsu turned back to look at him, then looked at his neck, still wanting to know how deep the bite was.

To what extent was the injury so that Shen Luo couldn't help but go back to complain to Shen Xiaole.

Zuo Yushi obviously had no intention of showing it to her, so he checked the time: "Miss Xie, if you really want to express your apology, I haven't eaten anything since morning, you can stay and have a meal with me before leaving."

Xie Qingsu paused: "Why don't you eat?"

That's how she asked, she didn't wait for his answer, she had already figured it out, turned around and went to the kitchen of Zuo Yushi's house, and looked around inside.

Indeed, there was no trace of any food, not even takeaway.

The biggest possibility is that Zuo Yushi's wound was not treated too carefully, and the wound became inflamed at night, which caused a short-term low-grade fever and physical discomfort. In this case, he really would not have an appetite. Fan, he should finally feel hungry.

Xie Qingsu has no experience of apologizing to others, but she is not a person who is not calm. She has come all the time, and she can apologize in another way.

For example, cook yourself.

She opened the refrigerator and saw that there were some very fresh ingredients in it, and there were also seasonings in the cabinet, it didn't look like it hadn't been heated.

It should be that he didn't arrange a live-in servant here, but someone would come over at a fixed time for the usual cooking and cleaning.

Xie Qingsu dug out a pack of noodles from the refrigerator, thought about it, put it back, and then found a fresh fish from the freezer.

Zuo Yushi walked to the kitchen, saw the fish she took out and threw it on the sticky board again, and asked her thoughtfully: "Can Miss Xie do it?"

Xie Qingsu showed no stage fright when faced with a pile of modern kitchen utensils, and directly picked up the fish to show him: "Grilled fish, do you want to eat?"

Grilled fish?

Zuo Yushi had a bad premonition in his heart. In the next moment, he saw Xie Qingsu take the fish under the water and wash it casually. After he thought it was clean, he turned on the gas stove with a "snap" and threw the fish directly. Grilled on the fire of the gas stove.

Looking at her bold and unrestrained way of grilling fish, and seeing Xie Qingsu grab salt and various seasonings and sprinkle them on the fish...

Zuo Yushi raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

Would Xie Qingsu know how to cook?

Her own answer was, of course.

In her previous life, she definitely didn't have the opportunity to cook in the palace, but when she was marching and fighting, she did catch wild game and roast river fish in the woods with those brothers who were born and died. It was just a pile of fire, a fish, whatever. Sprinkle some salt, turn it around on the fire, and eat it directly after roasting. She thought it tasted pretty good at that time. In her eyes, at least this was considered a dish.

Being able to eat the fish grilled by her, Xie Qingsu, can be regarded as the merits of Zuo Yushi's ancestors for eight generations.

Xie Qingsu had just sprinkled some seasoning, and was about to take the spatula to turn the fish over, but the gas stove that was already booming suddenly went out.

She paused, observed it, and then turned on the gas stove again, but within half a minute, the fish sizzled twice and then turned off again.

After repeating this four or five times, Xie Qingsu seemed to want to open it again in disbelief, Zuo Yushi immediately went over and held her hand: "Okay, if you continue, the house will be blown up by you."

Xie Qingsu stared at the gas stove: "Why is this happening?"

Zuo Yushi looked at the fish that had been so blackened by the flames of the gas that it was horrible to look at, the veins on his forehead twitched faintly, and he sighed helplessly: "I have received your apology, now, wash your hands and go out. "

(End of this chapter)