Luxury substitute marriage: The Untouchable Him

Lu Shiyu understood his mother's meaning, so he nodded to regulate his emotions.

Indeed, she still has a chance not to be confused by this moment's defeat.

Gu Changxin, we have a long time to come!

……

Gu Changqing doesn't know that Lu Shiyu plans to compete with her slowly.

After they returned to their new house, Feng Jingyao suddenly asked, "by the way, how are the ready-made clothes made in the design department? The company will start publicity in two days."

Gu Changqing frowned and replied, "it should be almost the same. I have only one set left. I should finish it by catching up tonight."

Feng Jingyao nodded, "it's hard."

Gu Changqing shook his head, said wash, and went into the bathroom.

After a while, she finished washing out, regardless of Feng Jingyao, sat down on the workbench and began to work.

Feng Jingyao didn't say much. He took his nightgown and went to the bathroom to wash. Then he came out without disturbing her. Instead, he took a financial magazine, opened a bottle of red wine for himself, and sat on the sofa in the room and looked at it leisurely.

But he couldn't read the words in the book. He always looked at Gu Changqing inadvertently.

Under the mild light, Gu Changqing's back looks very thin, which makes people want to hold people in their arms.

He took a sip of red wine and stared at Gu Changqing.

Recalling this period of time, I suddenly felt that it was actually very good to go on like this.

Gu Changqing naturally noticed the eyes behind her. Her body was stiff for a moment, but she quickly adjusted to let herself not care and concentrate on her work.

I don't know how long she's been busy. The last ready-made dress finally let her finish.

"It's done!"

She couldn't help stretching and looked at the masterpiece in front of her with an appreciative face.

Feng Jingyao heard the sound and looked sideways.

"It's perfect."

He had to admit Gu Changqing's talent in design again.

The ready-made clothes are bright in color and full of three-dimensional feeling, which is very eye-catching.

Gu Changqing listened to his praise and was about to be modest. He didn't want to have his stomach "cooing" at this time.

The voice is not small. She can guarantee that Feng Jingyao must have heard it.

Suddenly, embarrassment flashed on her face.

"Are you hungry?"

Feng Jingyao didn't laugh at her and asked softly.

Gu Changqing nodded.

"Yes, a little."

She didn't eat anything at all when she had dinner at Lu's house tonight. She had just worked again and naturally consumed quickly.

Feng Jingyao didn't say much either. He asked her to go downstairs and order the servant to make something to eat.

Gu Changqing didn't refuse, nodded and turned away.

When she went to the kitchen, the servant had finished work.

She didn't want to bother, so she planned to get some food by herself.

Just when she opened the refrigerator, she was a little silly.

It was full of raw food, so she couldn't start.

She didn't believe that there was no quick food in such a big kitchen. She began to rummage and finally let her find noodles.

"It's good to have you, or I'll be hungry tonight."

She took the noodles to prepare a bowl for herself. Suddenly, she thought that there was Feng Jingyao upstairs. After so long, should he be hungry?

And I didn't see him eat much at Lu's house before.

Thinking so, she also went upstairs to ask.

"Feng Jingyao, would you like something to eat, too?"

Feng Jingyao was surprised when he heard this.

He subconsciously looked at the time on his mobile phone and frowned: "at this time, the servants should be off duty?"

"Yes, so I'm going to cook it myself. I just thought you didn't seem to eat much at night, so I asked you."

Gu Changqing answered without thinking, but Feng Jingyao narrowed his eyes.

Because he hasn't heard that Miss Gu can cook.

It's said that this young lady is all about clothes, food and mouth. Let alone marry into Feng's house, she is also domineering even when she takes care of her family.

Gu Changqing didn't know that he had aroused Feng Jingyao's suspicion again. Seeing that he didn't reply, he asked again.

"Do you eat?"

Feng Jingyao looked back at her with deep eyes and replied, "eat."

Gu Changqing nodded, then turned and went downstairs to prepare. He didn't notice Feng Jingyao's abnormality, and didn't think there was anything wrong with his cooking.

Who told her she was too hungry!

Instead, Feng Jingyao looked at her leaving figure, as if he thought of something, put down his magazine and followed downstairs.

When he came to the kitchen, he saw that Gu Changqing had put on an apron and skillfully sorted the ingredients on the cupboard.

Wash vegetables, cut vegetables, cut meat, burn oil and cook noodles as skillfully as you often do.

After a while, two bowls of delicious fried sauce noodles were brought to the table.

The color, smell and taste were complete. Feng Jingyao was surprised and more confused.

"You can eat."

Gu Changqing still didn't find the surprise in his eyes. He took chopsticks and handed them to him.

Feng Jingyao revived, glanced at her and sat down to dinner.

His movements are very elegant, like works of art, which are very ornamental. Gu Changqing smacks his tongue in his heart.

It is worthy of being influenced by etiquette. Eating noodles is more elegant than them.

"Does it taste OK?"

She saw Feng Jingyao put down his chopsticks and asked subconsciously.

Feng Jingyao looked at her with complex eyes: "not bad."

"Just get used to it."

I don't know if he has received his praise. Gu Changqing looks happy and lowers his head to eat the noodles in his bowl.

She eats fast because she is hungry.

Feng Jingyao has been paying attention to her. He suddenly pretended to be casual and asked, "do you often cook at home?"

"Well, I used to do it often. I..."

Gu answered subconsciously. Half way through, he found that he didn't believe it and slipped his tongue.

"You what?"

Feng Jingyao didn't seem to see the color on her face and continued to ask.

Gu Changqing smelled the speech, his eyes twinkled at him, and his heart was nervous.

"I... when I was in college, I couldn't get used to eating outside, so sometimes I cooked noodles myself."

Feng Jingyao looked at her uneasy look and said, "can only cook noodles?"

When Gu Changqing heard this, he didn't know whether he believed it or not. He could only harden his head and say, "yes, only this, because this is the simplest."

Feng Jingyao suddenly smiled.

"It's good to be able to cook noodles. Few girls can cook now."

Gu Changqing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It sounded as if he had believed it.

She thought, echoed a few words at the corners of her mouth, and bowed her head to concentrate on eating noodles.

Feng Jingyao looked down at her, his eyes narrowed slightly.

He didn't notice the woman's tension just now. It was like hiding something, which made him vaguely feel that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. He had to hold down for a while and observe later.

Gu Changqing didn't know the doubt in his heart, but the disclosure just now made her very guilty and even afraid to stay with Feng Jingyao.

So she ate noodles quickly and went upstairs in advance on the pretext of finishing her work.

When she got back to the room, she subconsciously patted her chest and warned herself: "it's really dangerous tonight. I almost helped myself. I must pay attention next time!"