Ex-wife strategy: Mr. Fu wants to spoil me

Shen Muye only took a few bites of this meal and had no intention of eating.

Jiang Liu was heartless and naturally wouldn't think that he didn't want to eat with her.

After eating, she had no reason to stay here, but she was reluctant to leave. After lingering for a long time, Shen Muye didn't even ask to stay with her.

Jiang Liu had no choice but to take the initiative, "Can you take me down to take a taxi? I'm a little scared."

This place is relatively remote. Although there is a bus at the door of the community, at this time, who knows whether we will encounter the same gangsters as last time.

Just as Shen Muye was about to nod, he heard thunder outside, followed by a bolt of lightning, and the power went out inside the house.

There was lightning and thunder outside, and the house was pitch black.

Old houses are prone to tripping, so Shen Muye took out his cell phone to light up the situation, "Let's sit for a while and wait for the electricity to come before leaving."

Jiang Liu asked for help, "Are there any candles here?"

Shen Muye found a few candles from the drawer, lit one, and began to pack the things on the table.

Jiang Liu grabbed his hand and said, "I'll take care of it. You've already cooked, leave the washing to me."

His hand paused, and he subconsciously wanted to swat her hand away, but held back.

Jiang Liu diligently carried the dishes and chopsticks back to the kitchen. The kitchen was only big enough for one person, and it was so dark that he could only see with the help of the lamp in the living room.

Shen Muye lit a candle and placed it next to the refrigerator.

This was Jiang Liu's first experience like this, washing dishes with a man he liked on a night of lightning and thunder.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he accidentally knocked one over in his hand.

Shen Muye stood at the door of the kitchen and frowned when he saw her bending down to pick up the pieces.

This action caused another bowl in her hand to fall, and it also broke.

His eyebrows twitched, and he held back and said: "You go out, I will wash it."

Jiang Liu was a little embarrassed, turned around and was about to walk out, but at this moment his foot stepped on a piece of debris, causing a cut.

"hiss."

By the dim light of the candle, Shen Muye saw a few drops of blood on the ground.

His eyebrows jumped again and he pulled the person over.

Jiang Liu was in pain and couldn't stand still, so she subconsciously grabbed his waist.

His body froze and he closed his eyes several times before he could refrain from saying anything.

Jiang Liu was pulled back to the living room by him. A candle was also lit in the living room, and she was helped to sit on the sofa.

Shen Muye squatted down, grabbed her feet and inspected them.

Jiang Liu's toes were clenched and her cheeks were hot.

Shen Muye's face was calm, and he went to get iodine to disinfect her.

"puff."

Jiang Liu couldn't help laughing. After meeting his gaze, she pursed her lips in shame, "It's a little itchy."

After disinfection, Shen Muye put the iodine on the coffee table. "You sit down, I'll go wash up, and I'll take you down when the call comes later."

Jiang Liu nodded, just sat on the sofa and watched him enter the kitchen.

He first took the broom and swept away the debris on the floor, then rolled up his sleeves and started washing the dishes.

What seemed so difficult to her was effortless on his part.

It took him 10 minutes to wash the dishes.

Jiang Liu couldn't move his eyes away.

After washing, the electricity still didn't come on.

Jiang Liu sat on the sofa with peace of mind and heard him ask, "Do you want to eat oranges?"

"eat."

He went to the refrigerator and took out two oranges, and sat on the sofa with her.

Probably because the candlelight was so gentle, it made his hands look even more beautiful.

Jiang Liu propped up his chin and looked at it for a while, then asked, "Shen Muye, you really don't have a girlfriend. Have you never had a girlfriend since you were a child?"

"No."

Her heart instantly felt happy, and the sour oranges tasted sweet in her mouth.

"Then what do you like? Seriously, please consider me. I don't ask for a car or a house, or how much money you make. After all, I don't have much money myself, but the two of us are together. I can still live a good life.”

This time Shen Muye replied quickly, "You don't like me that much."

Jiang Liu felt guilty for a moment. She really didn't like him that much. So far, what she liked most was his face.

But when she saw him cooking tonight, seeing him washing dishes, and seeing so many financial books in the house, she always had a feeling that Shen Muye would not work for others all his life.

He also saw that she didn't show much sincerity and was very straightforward.

Jiang Liu's heart seemed to be hit by something, and his words were more sincere this time.

"Maybe if we have more contact, I will like you more and more. Now that you don't answer your phone calls every day, how can I communicate with you, right? Let me deliver ingredients to you in the future. Let's try it out. You can fall in love and save money at the same time.”

She came closer and her eyes fell on the side of his face, "And I'm not bad looking either. Even if you dump me in the future, I won't pester you."

She is not willing to give in now, maybe because she didn't get someone to sleep with. Once she gets it, it won't be so rare. Even if Shen Muye is hot or cold, it will have nothing to do with her. Anyway, this is how she always handles relationships between men and women.

And the most important thing is that she has admired many men in the past, but they have not reached the stage of formalizing the relationship. Shen Muye is the only exception for her. She wants to confirm the relationship immediately so as not to continue to be remembered.

Before Jiang Liu could wait for Shen Muye's reply, the electricity came on and the room instantly became very bright.

The ambiguous atmosphere she finally created dissipated completely in an instant, and she sighed inwardly.

Sure enough, I heard him say: "I'll send you down."

This is a polite refusal.

Jiang Liu got on the bus, but she still felt unhappy. The more she didn't get, the more she owed.

Little did she know that Shen Muye had thrown away the dishes and chopsticks she had used when she went out. (End of chapter)