Rose Manor

"Huh?" Without hearing her answer, Fu Jichen looked down at her eyes and asked based on his own guess, "Did she embarrass you?"

Shen Jianian shook his head: "No."

Since she chose to hide it in front of Wei Ronghua, she couldn't do anything to complain behind her back.

It wasn't that Fu Jichen didn't want to believe her, but he couldn't trust Wei Ronghua. With her strong temperament, there was no way she wouldn't react at all to Jia Nian's appearance in his office.

He asked again and again: "I didn't bully you either?"

Shen Jianian knew that he was not easy to fool, so she put her hands around his neck and forced a smile on her lips: "At most, I can express that my coming here will affect your work, nothing else."

"You don't have to listen to her." Fu Jichen didn't want to mention Wei Ronghua anymore, so he picked up the takeout on the table and gave it to her, "It's still hot."

"What did you buy?"

Shen Jia Nian opened the paper bag and found a cup of milk tea. The additional toppings were packed in plastic boxes. Perhaps because she didn't know which toppings she liked to eat, she ordered every kind, a total of more than a dozen boxes.

If you add all of this, you won't be drinking milk tea, but eating porridge.

"I already drank a cup of sweet soup on the way here. It wouldn't be good to take in so much sugar." Shen Jia Nian has no anxiety about his body. It's for health reasons.

The follow-up work was not finished, so Fu Jichen had no time to chat with her. He sat on the executive chair behind his desk, stared at the computer screen, moved the mouse in his hand, and responded to her words: "Just don't want to drink, don't force it."

Shen Jianian opened the lid of the cup, added a few small ingredients, then closed the lid, unwrapped the straw, poked it through the opening in the lid, and handed it to Fu Jichen: "You drink half of it first, and leave the rest to me. ."

Fu Jichen looked away from the computer monitor and looked at her face. His eyebrows were slightly raised, as if to say, are you serious?
"Milk tea also contains tea, which is refreshing." Shen Jia Nian said seriously.

Fu Jichen smiled half-heartedly, which made Shen Jia Nian feel a little embarrassed: "Forget it if you don't want to drink."

Just as she was about to take back her hand, Fu Jichen grabbed her wrist. He lowered his head to her hand and took a sip, and a soft, glutinous and sweet ball ran into his mouth.

He frowned immediately, let go of her hand, took out a tissue box from the table, and wrapped the spit in his mouth with a tissue: "What is this?"

"Brown sugar pearls." After Shen Jianian finished answering, seeing his slightly disgusted expression, she narrowed her eyes with laughter, "Have you never drank milk tea? You don't even know about pearls."

Of course Fu Jichen knew that there were pearls in milk tea. As she said, he had never drank it and had no desire to try it.If she hadn't handed it over today, he probably would never have tried this kind of thing in his life.

Shen Jianian teased: "Isn't it delicious?"

Fu Jichen's mouth was full of sweetness, and the back of his tongue was sweet: "It tastes good, drink more."

Seeing that he still had official business to attend to, Shen Jia Nian stopped asking him to gossip, otherwise he would really become the vixen that Wei Ronghua said would affect his work.

She sat down on the sofa in the guest area with milk tea in hand, and opened the foreign novel she took from the bookshelf. The concise and clear translation fell into her eyes, but she couldn't read it in her heart.

Wei Ronghua's words were like magic sounds, swirling in her mind over and over again.

"While I'm here, it's impossible for you to enter the Fu family's door. I advise you to give up on this idea as soon as possible."

"If you want to know better, you can leave by yourself and still be decent. If the old man can't stand it, you may not end well."

"I hope you won't regret what you said today."

Every word was like a sharp knife piercing her heart.

Fu Jichen put his hand into a fist and put it on his chin, scanning the dense text on the computer screen, occasionally raising his eyes to look at Shen Jia Nian.

When I looked at her several times in succession, she always had the same posture.

Fu Jichen simply stared at her. Three minutes passed, and the book spread out on her knees did not turn a page. He deliberately asked: "What book are you reading, so fascinated?" He suddenly spoke, and Shen Jianian was startled and looked at him. Go, with an awkward smile on his lips: "I was distracted."

Fu Jichen didn't go into details, slowly looked away, and returned to his work.

*
At 25:[-] in the morning, Fu Jichen finished the work at hand, almost an hour and a half later than expected.

He turned off the computer, stood up and walked to the sofa.

Shen Jianian was already asleep, her head resting on the corner between the armrest and the backrest of the sofa, curled up in a ball, with a dark gray blanket draped around her body that he brought from the lounge to cover her.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Fu Jichen felt a little regretful. If he had known that he would not let her stay with him, she would still be able to sleep peacefully at home.

Fu Jichen bent down to pick up the book that fell on the carpet, glanced at the title, put it on the coffee table, lifted the blanket and picked up the sleeping person.

As soon as he took a step, the person in his arms moved.

Shen Jia Nian squinted his eyes, every inch of his body was soft, and leaned against him lazily: "Are you done?"

Fu Jichen felt soft in his heart: "Yes."

"What time is it?" Shen Jianian's voice sounded tired, "Is it time to go home?"

"It's 12:30." Fu Jichen saw that she was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open. She still had to struggle for half an hour on the way home. He glanced at the secret door of the lounge and suggested softly, "Why don't we stay here for one night?"

Shen Jianian tried his best to open his sleepy eyelids: "In the office?"

Fu Jichen didn't answer. He carried her around the office desk and chairs, raised his foot and kicked the wall gently. A door opened inward, revealing a separate room.

Because the door panel and the wall are of the same color, they almost blend into one, and you can't even tell if you don't pay attention.

When I walked in, I saw all the household items, just like the office outside. There were floor-to-ceiling windows on the east side, the curtains were opened, and after midnight, there were only a few lights outside.

Fu Jichen put her on the bed, went out and turned off the lights in the office, then came in and looked at the half-asleep person lying on the bed, with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

He opened the closet and found several men's business suits and a small amount of home clothes hanging inside. He took out a black pajamas and gave them to Shen Jianian: "It will be more comfortable to sleep in this."

Shen Jia Nian rested his face on his arm, his eyes were half-squinted. With his other hand, he picked up the clothes on the bed and shook them. His lips moved and his tone was slow: "Why do you only have a top and no pants?"

"The pants are too long for you to wear." Fu Jichen smiled, "The top is enough for you to use as a nightgown."

Shen Jia Nian took the clothes and got into the quilt, took off her long skirt and leggings, and put on his pajamas. The texture of silk was cold when it came into contact with her skin. Her sleepiness was driven away by the coolness. Half done.

Fu Jichen got himself another set of pajamas. Seeing that she was more energetic than before, he asked, "Would you like to take a bath?"

Shen Jianian's head exposed outside the quilt shook: "I washed it at home."

Fu Jichen went to the bathroom to take a shower. He didn't wait too long. He was done in about ten minutes. He lay down on the bed and his next move was to put the person in his arms, as if it was some kind of muscle memory.

Shen Jia Nian smelled the fragrance of his body after bathing, and the remaining half of his sleepiness disappeared. She asked him a very abrupt question: "Do you have a bad relationship with your mother?"

Fu Jichen closed his eyes, rested his chin on her forehead, and his breathing stopped for a moment: "Why do you ask that?"

"Just...a feeling." Shen Jianian couldn't explain.

The relationship between mother and son would definitely not be as close as that between mother and daughter. She had not seen many mothers and children getting along with each other. The only ones she was familiar with were Pei Che and his mother.When they chatted and laughed, their tone and demeanor showed warmth and harmony.

Fu Jichen and his mother don't seem to be very close, and can even be said to be distant and distant.