Rose Manor

At eleven o'clock at night, there was a beeping sound of entering the password from the apartment door, and then a "click" sound, and the door lock was unlocked.

Fu Jichen pushed the door open with exhaustion. The lights were on in the living room, and the curtains of the panoramic glass window were not drawn. Looking up, he could see the bright lights in the distance and near the city at night, intertwined with orange, yellow, red and green.

Putting on his slippers at the entrance, Fu Jichen walked in, turned the corner, and found that Shen Jia Nian was not asleep yet.

She was covered with a black and white plaid blanket, curled up in a small ball on the sofa, holding a book in her hand. She probably heard the sound of the door opening and raised her head to look over.

The two people's eyes met. Fu Jichen was slightly surprised and asked, "You haven't rested so late?"

Shen Jianian subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall. It was not too late: "I slept all afternoon. I'm not very sleepy."

"Waiting for me?" Fu Jichen said, his eyes softened, he unbuttoned his suit jacket as he walked, took it off and put it on the back of the sofa.

Shen Jia Nian didn't answer but asked: "Do you have midnight snack?"

Fu Jichen leaned down, put one hand on the armrest of the sofa, and supported the backrest with the other, holding her in his arms. He followed her eyes closely: "You haven't answered my question yet."

The man is close, his facial features are aggressively handsome, and his eyes are far-reaching.If he deliberately seduces anyone, few can escape.

Shen Jia Nian calmed down, picked up the book on his lap and signaled: "Sit here and read, and forget about time."

The implication is that I didn’t wait for you specially.

Fu Jichen raised a hand and poked her forehead lightly with his sharply knuckled fingers: "What you say is not what you mean."

Shen Jia Nian covered her forehead and got out from under his arm, stepped into her slippers, and stood up awkwardly: "I'll make you a bowl of noodles."

"You?" Fu Jichen did not hide the suspicion in his tone.

"Don't look down on people."

Without saying a word, Shen Jianian went to the kitchen.

Fu Jichen followed, his tall figure standing next to her like a towering and immovable mountain. His presence was so strong that Shen Jia Nian was unable to do anything. She turned around to discuss with him: "Can you go out first?"

"I didn't hinder you, so you can't watch anymore?"

"You get nervous staring at me here."

Fu Jichen laughed, leaned against the sink, glanced at the brand-new kitchen utensils, and turned his eyes back to her face. He didn't expect her to cook: "You are injured, stop doing it, and call Aunt Cheng over."

"My injured leg is not my hand. It has no effect on cooking noodles." Shen Jianian insisted, "Go sit on the sofa and wait for a while."

Fu Jichen was defeated by her and left the kitchen area without looking back.

Shen Jia Nian breathed a sigh of relief, rolled up his sleeves and turned on the induction cooker, sprayed some oil into the pan, cracked in an egg, took up another deep pot, poured enough water into it, covered the pot and waited for the water to boil.

The range hood starts automatically and is silent, making only a very subtle sound when running.

Shen Jianian picked up the spatula and flipped the fried eggs in the pan. It was good, it didn't overturn this time.She had tried omelettes before, but they were either burnt or would not hold their shape.

She put the fried eggs on a plate. The water in another pot was just boiling. She put in a handful of noodles and when they were almost cooked, she threw in a handful of green vegetables.

Fu Jichen didn't go far, lit a cigarette and held it between his fingers, quietly watching the figure shaking by the sink.

She was wearing a light-colored sweater and loose trousers. The sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, revealing a lotus-like arm. The apron was hung around her neck. The rope around her waist was untied. She held the pot lid in one hand and a hand in the other. The chopsticks were stirring in the pot, her long silky hair was tied into a loose ponytail, and her back was slender and exuding warmth.

Fu Jichen dusted off the cigarette ashes. To be honest, he had never associated her with this pyrotechnic picture before. However, when he actually witnessed this scene, he was filled with indescribable emotions.

I have a more concrete understanding of the word "together for a lifetime".

Yi Shi IKEA, she should be like this.

Shen Jianian didn't realize that his every move fell into the eyes of others. He took out the cooked noodles from the pot, put them into a hat bowl, and put vegetables and fried eggs on them.

The most critical step is to turn on the rice cooker, scoop out two tablespoons of bone broth to keep warm, and add a few pieces of boneless meat.

Shen Jia Nian looked at this bowl of noodles, which looked like a noodle shop sign, and felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.She took off the apron around her neck and turned around to call Fu Jichen over to eat, but she saw him walking over at some point. "Is it done?" Fu Jichen put out the cigarette and sighed, "It's pretty fast."

I thought I would see her running around in a hurry, even knocking over pots and pans, but the reality was that she was very skillful with her hands and feet, and looked like a chef.

Especially since she was dragging an injured leg, it really impressed him.

Shen Jianian took out a pair of chopsticks, rinsed them under the faucet, handed them to him, and raised his chin: "Eat."

Fu Jichen didn't take it to the restaurant, but sat down at the island counter. He picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth under her gaze. After chewing it carefully, he said, "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought you screamed secretly. Takeaway from Jiuzifang Restaurant.”

Hearing such a high evaluation, Shen Jia Nian touched his nose, feeling well deserved.

She just fried an egg and cooked a bowl of plain water noodles. The good taste came from the bone soup that Aunt Cheng made in the afternoon. The soup base was the soul of the bowl of noodles.

"You can refill the soup base if it's not enough." Shen Jianian pointed to the rice cooker, "There's still a lot of soup left in Aunt Cheng's pot."

It was like explaining to him in disguise the key to the deliciousness of this bowl of noodles.

Fu Jichen lightly curled his thin lips: "I've tasted Aunt Cheng's cooking, but why do I think it's more delicious than anything I've ever tasted before? Why do you think this is?"

Shen Jianian: "Eat it quickly! If you don't eat it, it will get cold."

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Shen Jia Nian's leg injury did not delay Shen Jia Nian's piano practice. She still went to her suburban villa every day, rain or shine.

Time flies by like running water, and in a blink of an eye, it’s Mr. Fu’s birthday.

A long time ago, Fu Jichen mentioned in front of her that he would take her to meet his family on the day of his grandfather's birthday party.She vaguely knew what this meant, but she was a little resistant.

However, this man was domineering and strong in some aspects, and she had no choice but to avoid him. He had already arranged everything for her.

"I haven't seen you wearing this cheongsam since I got it back. Are you going to wear this to the birthday party?" Fu Jichen took out a wooden box from the closet, opened it and put it on the bed.

Inside is a neatly folded cheongsam and vest, a very gentle white silk jacquard satin cheongsam, paired with a goose yellow vest, showing a gentle and feminine temperament.

The stairs of Yunding Palace were renovated and they moved back. It was evening at this moment, and the rays of light from the sky reflected the glass windows in color. The window frames were just black, and the natural scenery became an interior decoration painting.

Shen Jianian's knee was almost healed. She was sitting alone on the lounge chair in front of the window, watching the man who had rushed back from the company. The first thing he did when he got home was to help her choose clothes for the birthday party.

And she was still struggling in her heart about how to reject him.

Fu Jichen didn't hear her response, so he put the cheongsam back and walked to the window: "The arrangements for the old man's birthday banquet have changed. Originally, the family wanted to hold it in a hotel owned by Junshan, and they made a reservation for dozens of banquet tables. , invite relatives and friends to come. The old man found out that he would not agree with it in the future, so he decided to have a meal together as a family in the old house. "

As the old man gets older, he doesn't like to pay attention to ostentation anymore. He just wants to reunite with his family and enjoy family happiness.

The old man's words were there, and the younger generation had no choice but to obey, so he canceled the hotel arrangement and decided to do it at home.

She thought that by saying this, Shen Jia Nian would be less worried, but after hearing this, she became even more reluctant to give up: "It's not appropriate for me to go as long as your family is here."

"There's nothing inappropriate." Fu Jichen didn't give her any more time to delay. He raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "The banquet starts at 07:30, it's already past five o'clock."

Shen Jia Nian reluctantly picked up the cheongsam in the wooden box and went to the cloakroom to change into it.

When he came out again, he saw Fu Jichen leaning lazily on the edge of the dressing table, holding a dark blue velvet box in his hand, his long legs slightly bent, and his eyes lowered.

Hearing the footsteps, Fu Jichen raised his eyes and saw the girl standing quietly in a cheongsam. His eyes stayed on her for a long time, his dark eyes full of surprise.

Seeing him staring at her intently, Shen Jia Nian suddenly forgot what he wanted to say and frowned slightly, feeling annoyed with himself.

Fu Jichen looked at her for a long time, and felt that even her frown revealed a touching aura, which made people's hearts ache: "I told you that you would look very beautiful in a cheongsam, and it turned out to be true."

Black hair, snow-white skin, pink lips, and bright eyes combine to form such a unique girl in the world.

It was the first time that Shen Jianian heard him praise her appearance so straightforwardly. She was stunned for a moment, her upper and lower lips pursed, not knowing what to say.

Fu Jichen waved to her, smiled and said, "Come here."