Rose Manor

After chatting with Bai Changxia, Shen Jia Nian secretly deleted the WeChat post praising the "neighbor aunt". Although her circle of friends was set to be visible for only three days and no one else would see it for more than three days, she didn't want to keep evidence of her stupidity.

When I was about to fall asleep on the sofa, there was a knock on the door outside.

Shen Jianian dragged her cartilage to the entrance, squinted one eye and looked out of the door mirror. She saw Aunt Cheng wearing a maroon hat with a smile on her face.

Shen Jianian sighed and opened the door.

Cheng Jin, who was smiling all over her face, suddenly turned sarcastic. She felt that it was unethical to follow her husband and hide Jianian's information, so she felt embarrassed after seeing her.

"Why did you come here in person in such a cold weather?" Shen Jianian bent down and found a new pair of women's slippers from the shoe cabinet to Cheng Jin.

She didn't expect Fu Jichen to tell the truth.

"It's not very cold." Cheng Jin put on slippers and came in, smiling again on his face, "I made breakfast in the villa, and the driver drove me here."

Shen Jia Nian closed the door, turned around and looked at her: "You were like this a few times before. Did you prepare the meal and deliver it in the car?" That would be too troublesome for her.

"The kitchen next door is fully equipped with ingredients. When I come over, I will cook there and leave it at your door." Since Jianian had seen through her husband's trick, she didn't hide it anymore.

Cheng Jinduo explained: "My husband asked me not to tell you. He said that if you knew the food was sent by him, you would definitely not eat it."

This time it was Shen Jianian's turn to look awkward and touch his nose.

Cheng Jin poured out the food he had brought in the thermos bucket and placed it on the dining table: "Come over and eat. You have your favorite fried dumplings, which will become less crispy over time."

While Shen Jia Nian was having breakfast, Cheng Jin cleaned the living room, but she did not move elsewhere without permission.

"Aunt Cheng, please sit down and rest for a while." Shen Jia Nian turned to the busy figure while eating seafood porridge.

"Hey, okay." Cheng Jin responded, but the movements of his hands did not stop, "Actually, I have nothing to do in the villa in Yunding Palace all day long, especially after you move out, Jianian, sir. I don’t live there much anymore. I feel uncomfortable every time I have some free time.”

Shen Jianian didn't answer. Cheng Jin said to himself: "The day you left, I got up in the middle of the night to get some water. I heard a dog barking in the front yard. I went out and took a look and found that the light was still on in the gentleman's room on the third floor. Then It must have been about three o'clock in the morning. The next morning I went up to clean the house, and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts. I smoked a pack of cigarettes in one night, and it was life-threatening..."

She would not dare to say these words in front of Fu Jichen.

Shen Jianian held the spoon and paused for a moment, but still did not answer.

"After you leave, my husband will move to an apartment near the company, and occasionally go back to Yunding Palace." Cheng Jin rambled while folding the blanket on the sofa, "He called me that morning, and his tone I was very anxious and asked me to come over to cook. I was also wondering why he had changed his residence again. He asked me to cook some light and nutritious sick meals. I thought he was sick. After asking, I found out that you lived next door and he was. I moved here for you."

A portion of seafood porridge left no taste in his mouth at the end of the meal. Shen Jianian took out a tissue to wipe his mouth and leaned on the chair in a daze.

*

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Jichen came back and got out of the elevator. Instead of going back to his own home, he knocked on Shen Jianian's door.

Anyway, he has been discovered, there is no need to continue to cover up.

Shen Jia Nian saw that it was him outside the door and did not open the door.

Fu Jichen knew she was at home, so he raised his hand and knocked twice more, cleared his throat, and said, "Open the door, let's talk."

Through the door panel, Shen Jia Nian replied: "We have nothing to talk about."

Not only was Fu Jichen not discouraged, but he wanted to laugh. She looked like a angry child. He had nothing to argue with her.

Compared to the fact that she was still alive, everything else was secondary. If one day she poked a hole in the sky, he would think it was no big deal, he would be the one to bear it.

Fu Jichen put one hand on the door and compromised: "You can talk to me like this if you insist." He nodded to himself, and his handsome face with a lazy smile added a bit of unruly temperament, which was different from his usual cold and solemn look. The appearance is very different.

"Have you had dinner?" He kept chatting with her in this posture.

Shen Jia Nian didn't know what he was thinking, but suddenly opened the door. Fu Jichen inadvertently leaned forward and threw himself in. Shen Jia Nian took a step back to avoid being affected.

Fu Jichen barely stood firm, with a slightly joking look on his face: "On purpose?"

Shen Jia Nian really didn't mean it. Who knew he put his body weight on the door.

"Fu Jichen, what do you want to do? If you want to live next door, you can do whatever you want. I will be an extra neighbor, but can you be a little more conscious of being a neighbor?"

"Why should neighbors be self-conscious?" Fu Jichen was puzzled and humbly asked her for advice, "Am I not a good neighbor to you? I will give you three meals a day when you are sick..."

"Shut up, shut up." Shen Jianian's voice was irritable and her face turned red.

"Shen Jianian, why are you still asking me what I want to do?" Fu Jichen complied with her wishes and stopped mentioning her illness. Instead, he answered her other questions, "I told you very clearly a long time ago. I have passed it many times and I want to chase you. Whether you agree or not is up to you." Shen Jianian: "I don't chase people like you."

"Then how to chase after him?" Fu Jichen could hardly stop laughing, "Teach me."

Shen Jianian wanted to roll her eyes, but she didn't. She just took a breath secretly, and then said calmly: "We are done talking. You can leave my house now."

Fu Jichen had no intention of leaving just now: "Have you had dinner?" He returned to the original topic, lowered his eyes and glanced at his watch.

"I haven't eaten." Shen Jianian didn't know why she answered him instead of driving him out with a broom.

Fu Jichen took off his coat: "What are you going to eat?"

Shen Jianian's eyes widened as she watched him walk into her living room and towards the kitchen after asking this question.

Before reaching the kitchen, Fu Jichen suddenly realized something. He stopped and looked down at the floor: "Has the floor been mopped?" He retreated along the original path, opened the door, and said to Shen Jia Nian, "Wait a moment. .”

In order to prevent Shen Jia Nian from locking him out, he took off his watch and put it on the cabinet in the entrance of her house.

Fu Jichen went to his house next door and brought a pair of slippers, put them on and walked through her house with peace of mind.

"What are you doing?" Shen Jianian watched helplessly as he not only took off his coat but also his suit at her house.

It was cold, so Fu Jichen wore a vest under his suit. His shirt was dark gray with dark stripes, a very gentlemanly look. He unbuttoned his cufflinks, turned up and folded his sleeves, opened the two refrigerator doors, and took a general glance.

"Wait a minute." Fu Jichen said again, then went next door and got two steaks and some fresh vegetables from his refrigerator.

Shen Jianian planned to cook a pack of instant noodles at night, add at most a fried egg and a few slices of luncheon meat, but the development now exceeded her expectations.

She saw Fu Jichen's intention: "You want to cook here?"

can he cook

He looked so pampered that he didn't look like he knew how to cook.

He wouldn't blow up her kitchen.

This is the house she rents, and blowing up the kitchen would be very troublesome.

"Fu Jichen, can you leave my house?" Shen Jia Nian still requested this.

Fu Jichen ignored it, washed his hands, poured olive oil on the steak, sprinkled with black pepper, and marinated it on a plate. It looked like that.

He actually didn't know how to cook, otherwise he wouldn't have called Aunt Cheng to come over that day.

But he can fry steak.

The only skill I want to show in front of Shen Jianian.

Eating only steak was a bit monotonous, so Fu Jichen turned to Shen Jianian and asked, "Bring over the iPad."

Shen Jianian brought him an iPad from the sofa in the living room, and he searched in the browser how to make spaghetti with meat sauce and cream of mushroom soup. Shen Jianian's face was expressionless. What was the difference between this and her cooking according to the recipe? Maybe he's not as good as her.

"Are there tomatoes in the refrigerator?" Fu Jichen didn't look carefully just now.

Shen Jianian found two tomatoes from the refrigerator and gave them to him. The next second, she realized something was wrong. Why should she listen to him: "Fu Jichen, don't you go back to your own home if you want to cook?"

Fu Jichen read the tutorial and put his iPad on the counter so he could review the steps at any time: "Do you want to go to my house to eat?"

Shen Jianian was annoyed: "Don't change the concept secretly, I don't mean that."

Fu Jichen turned around and leaned against the sink. He was tall, and his head touched the kitchen cabinet hanging on the wall. He looked at her, his brows were bright, and he was hiding a smile, the kind of smile that made people laugh: "Last time you You gave your neighbor a meal you cooked, and as a courtesy, as a neighbor, you should also have a taste of the craftsmanship."

Shen Jia Nian wanted to stuff tomatoes into his mouth, could he stop mentioning this all the time.

It's not over, is it?

"Shen Jianian, let me say it one last time, I am serious about pursuing you." Fu Jichen held her arm and pulled her into his arms. The moment he looked into her eyes, his heartbeat also accelerated, "What are you doing to me?" It's not like you don't feel anything at all, right? Your behavior of resisting my approach will only prove that you care about me in your heart. Only if you really don't care will you be indifferent."

Shen Jia Nian frowned and wanted to retreat. She felt that as long as she got close to this person, she would be full of danger, a danger of losing control.

Fu Jichen hugged her waist tightly, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, with a cherished meaning: "Don't push me away, just try to let nature take its course, okay?"