Enemy is difficult: Mr. President, please let it go

Chapter 84 Fu Sichen is a Rat That Steals It
Ni Jiaren narrowed her eyes, feeling sleepy, "Aunt Qin, go to sleep first. I'll wait a little longer..."

"Eh."

After repeated persuasion to no avail, Aunt Qin couldn't take it anymore, so she finally compromised and went to the house to rest.

The night outside was getting heavier and heavier. Ni Jiaren, who was tired all day, glanced at the food that was getting cold on the table, stared at the entrance, and blinked wearily.

His birthday has passed...

Fu Sichen drove to the door, it was already late at night, there was only a faint light on the road, and the lights upstairs in the villa had already been turned off.

She is already asleep.

I felt a loss in my heart.

Obviously he was the one who had been procrastinating and unwilling to come back, and complained that she didn't wait for him.

Fu Sichen didn't understand his state of mind, so he quietly stopped the car, took out the key and opened the door of the villa.

A gleam of light leaked from the room, and immediately, the smell of food entered his nostrils, and Fu Sichen pushed the door open in surprise.Ni Jiaren was lying on the dining table, tilting her head as if falling asleep.

On the dining table, there was a table full of sumptuous dishes, and there was also a cake that was not very delicate in appearance. On the pure white cream was written crookedly: Fu Sichen, happy birthday.

A 3 and a 0 candle are inserted on it, implying that he has entered 30 years old.

His footsteps were not controlled by reason at all, and at some point, he was already standing in front of the dining table.

A table full of dishes, all of which he usually prefers...

Fu Sichen walked around the dining table, walked to her side, gently pulled away the chair beside her, and sat beside her, watching her sleep unsteadily because she was lying on her stomach, her lips were slightly pouted, and her long eyelashes were drooping Come down, leaving a row of shadows under the light.

He had to admit that seeing her waiting made his heart jump for joy.

She still remembers his birthday and has been waiting for him to come home for his birthday.

That cake, she made it herself, right?

Fu Sichen raised his hand, took a sip of cream, and it tasted like ordinary cream, but it was sweeter than ordinary cake.

He thought that waiting for him here would be a deserted room with dark walls.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be the cold but untouched food, the crooked cake, and her sleeping soundly.

Actually think about it, when did she miss her birthday?

Except for these five years, he has never been back, it seems that he has not.

Picking up the chopsticks, he casually picked up a chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth.The dish is a bit cold, and the taste is not as good as when it is hot, but... It seems that this is not Aunt Qin's handicraft, and the taste is not quite the same.

Suddenly thinking of something, he suddenly turned his eyes...

Could it be that she cooks the whole table?

Ni Jiaren hadn't noticed his return yet, she was sleeping soundly, seemed a little hungry, and smelled the fragrance again, smashed her mouth, rubbed her arms, and fell asleep again.

Fu Sichen picked up his chopsticks again and tasted almost every dish.

Sure enough, this was not Aunt Qin's craftsmanship.

On earth... when did she learn to cook?

He didn't even know.

In the past, Ni Jiaren was spoiled by her family, so she didn't know what it was like to cook. He laughed at her more than once. As a girl, she couldn't cook.

In a blink of an eye, she learned it and did it so delicately.

Knowing that he was out to socialize, she still made this table of meals and waited for him to come back, even though she didn't know when he would come back.

Only this time, did she wait for herself like this, or...she has been here for five years?

Looking at her sleeping profile, Fu Sichen's hand holding the chopsticks trembled suddenly, and knocked on the ceramic bowl, making a clear and crisp sound.

Ni Jiaren was clever, her body trembled, and she woke up in a daze.

Just as he opened his eyes, he was facing Fu Sichen who was sitting beside her.

"Are you back?" Her voice was still a little confused, and her eyes were not fully opened, which was her most natural state.

Fu Sichen looked away dully, "Yes."

"Have you eaten yet? I'm ready..." Ni Jiaren sat up immediately, looked at the whole table, only to realize that they were already completely cold...

Fu Sichen glanced over lightly, and said in a cold tone, "I've eaten."

His gaze didn't stay on Ni Jiaren, he was a little scared, afraid that he couldn't help hugging her, couldn't help telling her that he was so happy to see the birthday surprise she prepared again.

She promised to give him the same surprise every year, and she did it...

It's just that he didn't dare to respond like before.

"Hmm." Ni Jiaren lowered her head in disappointment.

Sure enough, after waiting all night, the result was still the same.

He never thought about celebrating her birthday with her, even if he saw her preparing a table of meals, he was indifferent.

"go to sleep."

"it is good."

Ni Jiaren didn't have the courage to raise her eyes to look at him, she lowered her head and went straight up the stairs.

Seeing her disappear around the corner, Fu Sichen looked away, and looked at the dishes on this table again, feeling a faint pain in his heart.

Picking up the chopsticks again, he put the cold dishes on the table into his mouth one by one, until he filled his empty stomach, even a little bit full, he still scratched a small cake, and the sweetness instantly filled his heart.

I really want to tell her that the dishes are delicious and so are the cakes.

However, he can't.

There was only a pile of leftovers left on the table, so Fu Sichen turned and went upstairs.

The light was still shining through the crack of the bedroom door, and Ni Jiaren was still awake.

Gently pushing the door open, Ni Jiaren was sitting on the bed with a paper bag in her arms, looking down at the things in the bag, as if thinking about something.

Hearing the sound of him entering the door, Ni Jiaren raised her eyes slightly to confirm that he had come in. She didn't look into his eyes, but just raised the corners of her mouth slightly, "Fu Sichen, although the time has passed, I still want to tell you... ..."

"Happy birthday."

She reached out and put the bag in her hand on the side where he usually slept, and didn't give it to him directly.

It's just that the thing was not put down, and the ears were shocked by the sound.

"boom!"

Fu Sichen went out sideways, slammed the bedroom door, his head hit the door uncontrollably, his deep eyes closed secretly, and his heart ached.

He almost lost control in front of her.

He could see how much she had paid for herself, but the hateful thing was that he couldn't respond.

Why is she so obsessed with one thing?Even with bruises all over his body, he still stubbornly rushed into the thorny field.

Her light words, very plain, stirred up waves in his heart, and that indifferent smile also deeply hurt his heart.

But he had to admit that what he was looking for more at the moment was joy, and he suppressed all the pain in his heart.

She wished him a happy birthday with a meal and a cake for him and a birthday present.

He has been missing this scene for five years.

The beauty was shocked by the sound of the door being slammed, and then froze.

Is he still... unwilling to accept even one of his birthday wishes?

Obviously... Isn't their relationship much better?

Why did he keep avoiding her?

Ni Jiaren was annoyed when the door was pushed open again.

"Fu...Sichen?"

He didn't answer, walked around the bed silently, picked up the box, and asked softly, as if nothing had happened, "For me?"

"...um." Why did he come back again?

Ni Jiaren suddenly couldn't understand Fu Sichen's temper.

Fu Sichen sized it up for a moment, then took it apart...

a watch.

Vacheron Constantin's limited-edition watch is still the one he saw a long time ago.

Because he was in the United States, he had no resources, so he forgot in a moment and missed the time to order. Later, he didn't bother to worry about a watch.

Unexpectedly, it was bought by her.

Even though time flies by, things are right and people are wrong, but she is still the one who knows what she likes best, and she can tell that he will like it just by taking a look.

The corner of Fu Sichen's mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc.

Outside the door, he still couldn't help wondering what the gift she was giving him, so he walked in calmly, as if nothing had happened.

As it turns out, his decision was correct.

Gift, he likes it very much.

Ni Jiaren was a little surprised, he even opened her gift, and asked cautiously, "Do you still... like it?"

"Ah."

Fu Sichen murmured, resisting the urge to put it on, and then put the watch back into the box.

She also noticed that he still had the same watch on his hand. He had worn it for many years and had never changed it.

He replied with a perfunctory "Yes", but he didn't intend to replace it. In fact... you still don't like it, right?

"I'm going to take a shower."

After all, he went to the bathroom.

Ni Jiaren glanced sideways at the gift box that he had randomly placed on the bedside table, feeling a sense of loss in her heart.

He accepted it, though, and it was fine.

Originally, she thought that he didn't even bother to look at the gift she gave her.

After waking up, Ni Jiaren was also a little hungry, she lifted the quilt and went downstairs, wanting to go downstairs to eat something.Standing in the hall, I was surprised to find that the dishes on the table had been tampered with, and even the cake...was cut off a small piece!

Has Fu Sichen eaten her cooking?
Ni Jiaren turned her head to look at Aunt Qin's room, but there was no sign of her moving.

Sure enough, it was Fu Sichen.

Surprise hit her brain too quickly, and a smile climbed up her cheek in an instant, and she couldn't help raising the most brilliant arc.

Even though he ate the food she made, he still pretended to be so reserved. In fact, he closed the door just now...could he be secretly happy?

Even if he can't regard her as his wife, he will still recall in his heart more or less the past, every birthday she spent with him, he will remember that she is still the same as she was back then, right?

Regardless of what to eat, she rushed all the way back to the bedroom in her slippers.

"Fu Sichen!"

Her cheerful voice was pleasant and clear. Fu Sichen, who had just come out of the shower, froze for a moment, but turned to look at the smiling Ni Jiaren.

"You ate the dishes I made, right? You even ate the cake!" Her excited expression seemed to have caught his secret.

Fu Sichen's ears were slightly red, but he still said with a straight face, "It must be a mouse."

How did she run downstairs?

"How could it be a mouse? You think I'm a fool! If a mouse ate it, would it eat a little of each dish, and would the cake be cut so neatly? That mouse is really capable!" Ni Jiaren said airily, staring Looking at his body that was still dripping water just out of the bath, he pursed his lips slightly, and raised his lips involuntarily.

Such a Ni Jiaren, like her in the past, Fu Sichen felt that he almost couldn't help but reply to her, don't you always be that mouse?
Finally, he held back abruptly.

Worried that he would lose control, he froze, "Ni Jiaren, aren't you pushing yourself too hard?"

"I don't care." Ni Jiaren seemed to ignore his sarcasm, and sat down on the bed, shamelessly, "I didn't celebrate your birthday today, let's make it up another day. You are 30 years old, so you have to have a good birthday." ?”

Fu Sichen frowned, and Ni Jiaren went on to say, "You've already accepted gifts from others, and you're saying you're taking advantage of them. Why don't you treat me to dinner?"

"..."

"Fu Sichen, the roots of your ears are red!" Ni Jiaren stared at Fu Sichen's ears and shouted in surprise as if she had discovered a new continent.

(End of this chapter)