Tripod wedding

Chapter 28

"Then Chairman Fu, how do you want me to repay you?"

Xu Qingru looked up and looked at him with a funny look.

Fu Tianze took a step forward and looked down into those eyes, her eyebrows were still very attractive.It's just that in those eyes, the once youthful and affectionate has now become unwavering indifference,

Fu Tianze knew that he was responsible for all of this, and it was his own fault.

The breaths of the two are intertwined at an unsafe distance from each other, like two intertwined vines, the more they struggle, the tighter they become.If I had to use one word to describe it, it would probably be ambiguous.

"How about a promise with your body?"

Fu Tianze said shamelessly.

shameless.

Xu Qingru gritted her teeth, lowered her eyes, and raised her hand to unbutton the collar of her shirt dress.

This skirt of hers was prepared by Xu Ruofan for her. The off-white skirt and simple design fit her temperament very well.Although the dress smelled of alcohol after yesterday's "drinking", overall it was still beautiful.

"What to do? Mess around."

Almost at the same moment, Fu Tianze realized what she was doing, and raised his hand to grab her knuckles that were still unbuttoning.

Xu Qingru still lowered her eyes, and the knuckles he grasped actually trembled slightly.

Funny, didn't you say "promise with your body"?
After a stalemate for an unknown amount of time, Fu Tianze let out a low sigh and let go of her knuckles.

"You smell of alcohol. Go take a bath and have a meal with me. Is that okay?"

His breath still surrounded her, but he didn't make any further moves.

Xu Qingru said "Okay" in a low voice, and walked upstairs to the bedroom with her stiff legs.

"I put the change of clothes in the bathroom."

Fu Tianze turned around and walked towards the kitchen, a sentence floated leisurely into Xu Qingru's ears.

Sure enough, with ulterior motives.

Not a very comfortable meal.

But it's all her favorite food.

Steamed sea bass, spicy chicken, preserved egg tofu, lettuce choked with oyster sauce, lotus root pork ribs soup.

After Xu Qingru took a few bites, he could tell that these dishes were all made by Fu Tianze.

In the past, this person did not cook less.

For a while, Xu Qingru got tired of eating the food in the cafeteria, so she secretly bought a pot and put noodles in the dormitory. small stove.

Only now, the culinary skills seem to be more sophisticated.

Xu Qingru chewed the chicken silently, thinking about it.

In fact, these few days, Fu Tianze did not do anything excessive. He sent someone to monitor her after she almost got into a car accident, for the sake of her safety.

Every time I took her home, I behaved well, neither made physical discomfort to her, nor forced her too much.

It's just a shameless thing to say.

Besides, he helped himself twice.

Yes to her, life-saving grace.

"You have to eat a meal, but you also have to suffer so much?"

Fu Tianze, who was sitting across from her, felt uneasy when he saw her frowning.

He let out a chuckle.

Xu Qingru came back to his senses, stretched out his chopsticks to poke the perch, only to find that the whole perch had been torn clean by Fu Tianze, and it was packed full on a white porcelain plate in front of him.

Fu Tianze raised his hand and pushed the plate of fish in front of her.

"Eat more and see how thin you are."

Xu Qingru lowered her head, silently finished the plate of fish.

Luckily, he just finished eating, raised his head, and Fu Tianze pushed over a large bowl of lotus root ribs soup.

"You're hangover, drink more soup, it's good for your health. Be good."

"..."

【Small Theater 11】

Fu Tianze's Cooking Skills
After Xu Qingru and Fu Tianze lived together, their cooking skills became worse and worse.

She blamed Fu Tianze's delicious cooking.

One day, after she finished eating the braised hoof knuckle made by Fu Tianze, she touched her round belly and asked: Who did you learn your cooking skills from?
Fu Tianze: You can learn without a teacher.

Xu Qingru: I don't believe it.

Fu Tianze: Mrs. Fu, your husband has an IQ of 200, what can't you learn?
Xu Qingru ignored him, and heard his voice for a long time: I always remember that the dishes made by my mother have a very special taste, but no matter how many times I cook, I can't make that taste.

Xu Qingru felt distressed, and walked over to hug him: I will cook for you in the future.

Fu Tianze: Dark cuisine?
Xu Qingru: I promise to study hard and cook the best food for you.

Fu Tianze: Good.

　Please collect it~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)