Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

Fu Qingye was already sitting at the dining table, holding a financial newspaper in his hand, which was his habit every morning. He was wearing a round-neck cotton T-shirt, off-white, with a very relaxed and homely posture.

It was the first time Jiang Manxue saw him dressed so casually, so she couldn't help but take a second look.

It's not that she's curious. Fu Qingye always dresses very neatly, with meticulous shirts, vests, suit jackets, cuff buttons and ties. They are all equipped on hot days, as if they never feel hot.

Suddenly, she put on such a casual T-shirt, which made Jiang Manxue unable to react.

The design of the T-shirt is a casual style, it fits loosely on Fu Qingye's body, exposing the collarbone, and Jiang Manxue suddenly thought of four words - beautiful and delicious.

This Fu Qingye was so different, as if his alienation and coldness had suddenly faded away, and his whole person became softer.

However, when thinking about what happened last night, Jiang Manxue's mind suddenly became muddled, and her whole body tensed up.

Losing her mind, she nearly knocked over the chair with a muffled thud, which embarrassed her.

Hearing the sound, Fu Qingye turned his eyes from the newspaper to Jiang Manxue, and said softly, "What's the rush?"

Jiang Manxue was already guilty, and didn't dare to look at Fu Qingye's face, let alone meet his gaze. She quickly lowered her head and sat down, and whispered: "There is no rush."

Fu Qingye put away the newspaper, "Let's eat."

The breakfast on the table is very rich, including Chinese-style porridge and fried dough sticks, as well as Western-style toast and bacon. The colors are very rich and it looks very appetizing.

One table, one meal, two people, four seasons.

This seems to be the best portrayal of life, Jiang Manxue once wanted this kind of life the most.

There are freshly picked flowers on the table, and there is a person sitting opposite, having breakfast with yourself, chatting a few words, and it will be complete.

Fu Qingye scooped up a bowl of porridge and put it in front of Jiang Manxue. Jiang Manxue saw a few fresh daisies in a vase beside her.

It seemed that Fu Qingye actually... helped her realize the dream she had always wanted to realize.

However, this is wrong!

She quickly regained her composure and began to drink porridge.

While drinking the porridge, she peeked at Fu Qingye who was opposite her, quietly observing his expression, for fear that he would ask why she went to the study last night...

However, Fu Qingye never asked. He drank the porridge slowly, and occasionally used the serving chopsticks to pick up some shredded pickled radish for her.

He didn't ask, but Jiang Manxue's heart felt like a cat scratching, sitting on pins and needles.

While eating, suddenly there was a noise from the entrance.

"Get out of the way, let me in, I want to see Fu Qingye." It was a woman's shrill voice, full of anxiety.

Chen Xiaolu persuaded softly, "Miss Qi, it's not convenient for Mr. Fu to see guests right now, please come again next time."

The restaurant is not far from the entrance, and it is open, without any sound insulation measures, so Jiang Manxue could hear the sound from the entrance clearly.

When she heard the title 'Miss Qi', she tightened her hand holding the chopsticks slightly, and raised her eyes to look at Fu Qingye.

Miss Qi, is that Ciano?
The expression on Fu Qingye's face did not change at all, even the brows did not move, and he still had the usual calm look.

He picked up a chopstick of shredded rouge radish with his serving chopsticks, put it on the plate in front of Jiang Manxue, and said, "Eat, what are you doing in a daze?"

Jiang Manxue hurriedly lowered her head to drink the porridge, moving a little faster.

The voice at the door grew louder and shriller.

"I must see Fu Qingye today! Who are you, you dare to stop me?!"

The visitor no longer had the usual good upbringing, and began to make loud noises like a shrew in the market, with an air of domineering.

After a while, Chen Xiaolu walked in, "Mr. Fu..."

Fu Qingye raised his hand lightly, interrupting Chen Xiaolu's words, Chen Xiaolu comprehended and didn't continue, just stood aside and didn't make a sound.

"Drink another bowl." Fu Qingye said suddenly, his voice was gentle and calm, without arrogance or impatience.

Seeing the empty bowl in front of her, Jiang Manxue realized that Fu Qingye was talking to her again, and she hurriedly shook her head.

"No... no need."

"Are you full?" Fu Qingye asked again, with a slight hook at the end, and even raised his eyebrows slightly.

Jiang Manxue didn't dare to stay here and face Fu Qingye. Hearing his question, she nodded immediately, "I'm full, I'm full."

Fu Qingye seemed very satisfied, and then raised his chin towards Chen Xiaolu, "Let her in."

Even though they said so, the Fu family never met guests at the dinner table.

The phrase 'let her in' made people wait for half an hour, the meals were removed, tea was served in the living room, and after everything was prepared, Chen Xiaolu went to invite people at the door.

During this period, Fu Qingye changed into a set of clothes, took off his homely style pure cotton T-shirt, and put on a shirt again.

The temperature in the living room is moderate, so he didn't wear a suit jacket, but only added a vest over his shirt. It was dark blue, and the shirt was tightly buttoned, and he looked very neat and meticulous.

When the Filipino maid was removing the meals, Jiang Manxue seized the opportunity and hurriedly said to Fu Qingye, "I'll go up first."

Fu Qingye didn't keep her either, which made Jiang Manxue heave a sigh of relief.

To be honest, she really didn't know how to face Ciano.

Ciano was not friendly to her, and even hurt her, but she was soft-spoken, and she knew in her heart that an egg should not touch a rock, so like a little mole, she felt that everything would be fine if she could hide in her own hole .

She ran upstairs and shut herself in the room, still wondering if Fu Qingye had no memory of what happened last night, so she didn't ask her.

Although it is a bit of a fluke, people still have to have a little dream, just in case it comes true.

When Jiang Manxue retreated to the bedroom, the tea in the living room had just been washed once and made a second brew.

Fu Qingye didn't drink Lapsang Souchong's black tea when entertaining guests.

It is not advisable to drink tea after meals, and he always obeys the teachings given by the old man.

When Ciano was brought into the reception room, he was no longer domineering, as if the person who shouted at the door just now was not her, but just an illusion of others.

She was wearing a small fragrant suit with a short skirt on her lower body. The coat on her upper body had been taken off and hung on her wrists, leaving only a tight vest on her body. Waist out, looming, there is a temptation to refuse or welcome.

Her eyes are a little dark, she looks like she lacks sleep, but her makeup is still delicate, but no matter how thick the foundation is, it can't hide the tired look on her entire face.

Fu Qingye pointed to the side, "Sit."

Concise and concise, even uttering this word from thin lips seems to be a great gift.