Chapter 2184 Jiang Nuan vs Fu Yi
The night passed.

Jiang Nuan didn't sleep well all night, and got up in the morning with a pair of panda eyes. He thought he woke up early enough, but who knew that when he came out of the room, he found a steaming breakfast on the dining table.

"morning."

A slender man in short sleeves came out of the kitchen with a plate in his hand.

Jiang Nuan put down her hair-grabbing hand like an electric shock, her eyes were astonished, "Morning."

Fu Yi looked normal, and greeted her, "You got up as soon as it was done, just in time, let's sit down and have breakfast together."

"Oh." Jiang Nuan pulled the chair in front of her and sat down, staring at the fried dough sticks and soy milk in front of her in a daze, unable to hide the surprised expression on her face, "You made all of these?"

Fu Yi pulled away the chair opposite her, sat down opposite her, and handed her the chopsticks. The slender joints were well defined, and it was impossible to see that those beautiful hands could cook. She had never been late for his cooking before. I thought he couldn't cook like the other princes in Beijing.

"Press, try the taste, it may not suit your taste."

Jiang Nuan picked up the chopsticks full of thoughts, and looked at him secretly with her long eyelashes drooping, "When did you learn to cook? Didn't Wang Ma cook before?"

"The divorce agreement you left behind five years ago suddenly disappeared. I bought a house outside the Rose Garden. I usually live outside. I only go home on Saturdays and weekends. Occasionally, friends will come to my place to play. I have learned over time. Did some, but not much."

He only knows simple home-cooked dishes, and the more complicated ones only know hot pot, which is taught by his appearance.

Jiang Nuan buried her head in her food, struggling while eating, how could she hear the resentment, maybe she heard it wrong.

She raised her head and glanced at the man opposite. Wearing the black top on him made his cold white skin more conspicuous, so his skin color could control this deep color, and he could still wear it nicely.

He has a normal expression, holding a deep-fried dough stick in his left hand. Eating a deep-fried dough stick gives him a sense of luxury, but judging by the expression on his face, it seems that he was just talking casually just now.

Jiang Nuan gasped and put his heart back in his stomach.

After breakfast, she called the institute specifically to ask for a day off, changed her clothes, took the small bag on the sofa, and said to the man who packed the tableware, "The airport hasn't called me yet, let's go, Let's go to the airport to see."

Fu Yi closed his eyelids, the mood on his face seemed not very good, and he said faintly, "You are so anxious to help me find things, it seems that you really don't want me to continue living in your house."

"What?" Jiang Nuan was changing her shoes, but she didn't hear clearly. After changing her shoes, she got up and looked at him blankly, "I didn't hear what you just said."

With a suffocating breath in his chest, Fu Yi walked over expressionlessly, "It's fine if you didn't hear me!"

Jiang Nuan, "..." What, why did you get angry again? People say that a woman's heart is a needle in the bottom of the sea, so why does she think that someone's heart is like a needle in the sea, and she can't be offended.

After she opened the door, she quickly drove the car out of the yard and stopped at the door to wait for someone to get into the car.

Fu Yi then walked out, opened the passenger door with a stinky face, and bent down to sit on it.

"Crack." With a sound, the car door closed.

Jiang Nuan listened to his slamming car door, the corners of her mouth twitched, she couldn't figure out why she had not gone to work, accompanied him to the airport to find a passport, and how could she upset this boss.

(End of this chapter)

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