Seeking love through marriage: Mr. is too arrogant

At the dining table, Jiang Manxue looked at the coriander in the bowl in front of her, looking as if she was facing an enemy, but the next second she heard Fu Qingye's question.

The phoenix eyes are shining, as if the peach blossoms are awakened by the spring breeze.

Jiang Manxue was very wronged, she looked dazed, and answered very seriously, "I didn't pretend to be stupid."

Fu Qingye took a piece of siu mai with his serving chopsticks and put it on the plate in front of Jiang Manxue, "That's right, you are already stupid, so you don't need to pretend."

Jiang Manxue heard this sentence clearly, she stared at Fu Qingye with disbelief, "Fu Qingye, do you know how good I was when I was in school, and my grades have been among the top three in the school all year round."

Fu Qingye snorted softly, "Top three? Needless to say, you must be the No.3, why? There are only three of you in the whole school."

Hearing these words, Jiang Manxue was so angry that she turned into a puffer fish, "No, my school is the No. [-] middle school in Guancheng, Asakawa No. [-] Middle School. Yunji, what do you know?"

Fu Qingye raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why don't I know? There is a teaching building in Qianchuan No. [-] Middle School, which was built with the funds of the Fu family."

"Ah?" Jiang Manxue was very surprised, "Which building?"

There was a black casserole on the dining table, and when the lid of the casserole was lifted, there was faint steam. Fu Qingye picked up a small pure white bone china bowl, as if he wanted to serve porridge.

Wu Ma, who stood aside for a long time, hastily said, "Master, let me come."

Fu Qingye waved his hand, "Mama Wu, go and do your own work."

Wu Ma nodded kindly, and left from the dining table in response.

With no one else around, Jiang Manxue felt a little more relaxed. She really didn't like sitting and eating by herself, but someone was standing by. It was so strange.

Fu Qingye picked up a spoon and stirred it in the casserole, and then scooped out a bowl. Following his movements, the cuffs of his shirt shrank up a little, revealing the watch on his wrist. The simple style exudes an elitism wind.

While scooping up the porridge with a spoon, Fu Qingye said, "Tingxuelou, the name of that building is Tingxuelou."

Jiang Manxue's eyes widened in surprise, "Ah? That building? My God, Tingxue Building is the most comfortable building in our school. It's a paradise for art students. There are studios, piano rooms, and dance rooms inside. ...It has everything you need, and it is full of floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Every time the weather is sunny and the sun is shining, the building is shining, so beautiful."

"You like it very much?" Fu Qingye paused slightly while scooping up the porridge, holding the small pure white bone china bowl with his slender fingers. The smoke and fire of the mortal world.

Jiang Manxue nodded, and replied without hesitation: "Yes, I like it, I like it very much. I often go to that building to bask in the sun."

"Just like it." Fu Qingye nodded imperceptibly, seemingly satisfied.

Jiang Manxue couldn't keep up with Fu Qingye's brain circuit, but after hearing what he said, she agreed, "Well, I like it very much. I used to go there often, but later Lu..."

Her words stopped suddenly, and it was only then that she realized that she was chatting with Fu Qingye, not some girlfriend who could confide in gossip and gossip, and she couldn't talk about everything.

She didn't continue, and Fu Qingye didn't ask, as if she didn't hear the sentence that was stuck in the middle.With his usual expression, he slowly filled the bowl with porridge and placed it in front of Jiang Manxue.

"Eat quickly, it will be cold later."

Fu Qingye's voice was very gentle and calm. After he finished speaking, he brought the bowl of sashimi porridge with coriander in front of Jiang Manxue to himself, and started to eat naturally.

"Hey, that's me..." Jiang Manxue watched helplessly as Fu Qingye started to drink porridge.

Fu Qingye looked up at her, "What's the matter? Don't you want to eat coriander? Maybe you changed your mind."

When Jiang Manxue heard this, she quickly shook her head like a drum, "No, no, no..."

The smell of coriander is killing her, okay? !How could there be such a strange thing as coriander in the world!
But... Jiang Manxue saw that Fu Qingye had already drank less than half of the bowl of sashimi porridge with coriander, and immediately swallowed back the words he wanted to say.

That's what she ate!
She just took a tentative sip!

Did Fu Qingye not notice?My God, a person like Fu Qingye definitely wouldn't eat what others have eaten, so let's not talk about it, because if he angered him by talking about it, he would have no good fruit to eat.

Jiang Manxue just started to drink porridge and eat siu mai silently, holding on to what she thought was a 'lucky' mentality.

After eating the siu mai, Fu Qingye gave Jiang Manxue another yellow bun with his serving chopsticks.

Jiang Manxue quickly shook her head, "I can't eat anymore."

Fu Qingye frowned slightly, looking a little unhappy, and there was still a faint chill in his body.

Jiang Manxue shrank her shoulders immediately, a little frightened, could it be that her inability to eat is also a heinous event?

"Then...then I'd better eat some more." Jiang Manxue said cautiously.

After she finished speaking, Fu Qingye's brows relaxed a little, and he filled another bowl of porridge for her, but this time it was not full, only half the bowl was filled.

Jiang Manxue breathed a sigh of relief. Although she loves to eat delicious food, her appetite is really small. She usually only eats a little to be full. She is really afraid that Fu Qingye will fill her up with another bowl of porridge, and she will be stuffed to death. her.

The two people at the dining table were speechless for a while, only the occasional slight sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding. Although they were silent, there was no embarrassment, but a different kind of warmth and tranquility.

There are a few fresh roses in a vase on the side, and there are some crystal dew on the petals, with a faint fragrance and sweetness.

After Fu Qingye stopped the chopsticks, Jiang Manxue immediately sat up straight, feeling a little unreasonable in her heart.

Fu Qingye glanced at the small bowl in front of her, um, it was very clean, there was nothing left.

"Are you used to eating?" Fu Qingye asked softly, as if it was an unusual question.

Jiang Manxue nodded, "I'm used to eating, I'm not picky."

As soon as she said this, she saw a playful light in Fu Qingye's eyes, and immediately continued: "It's just that I don't like coriander, it's just coriander."

Fu Qingye was noncommittal, he glanced at Jiang Manxue's cheek, it was bruised and swollen, and there was a little bruise.

Jiang Manxue noticed his gaze, turned her head slightly, and pushed her long hair over her shoulders, trying to cover it, and then said, "Do you have a mask? Help me find a mask, I'm going out like this . . . it's really scary."

Fu Qingye tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and suddenly said: "Jiang Manxue, I just said you were pretending to be stupid, don't you understand?"

"Huh?" Jiang Manxue was a little confused, and then said angrily: "Didn't you say it too, I'm so stupid, don't pretend. You said that, why do I understand... understand how stupid I am ?"

Fu Qingye got up and walked to her side. His aura carried an aggressive oppression, which made Jiang Manxue shrink back unconsciously, wanting to escape.

Fu Qingye didn't do anything, just leaned over slightly, curled up a strand of her hair with his fingers, and said slowly: "Jiang Manxue, if you lose even a strand of hair, my heart will hurt, don't you understand? "

This sentence is too fancy, as if it is a joke that a playboy who has been in love for a long time can say casually to a beauty. Compared with a confession, it is more like a joke, a joke that is not distracted.

Jiang Manxue would rather take it as a joke, she pursed her lips, "Fu Qingye, stop teasing me, there are so many women who like you, and all of them are better than me, how can a person like me be worthy of you?" Woolen cloth."

Fu Qingye's fingers lightly touched her swollen cheeks, which were warm and tender.

"What about you? The man you want to rely on will only hit you and make you hurt, won't you?"

Jiang Manxue turned her head in a daze, meeting his eyes.

The beauty of being punctured suddenly made the atmosphere stagnate for a moment. Jiang Manxue didn't expect Fu Qingye to say it so bluntly. She thought he wouldn't ask. After all, he never asked, right?

He is obviously such a gentleman, taking care of her inner feelings in every way, giving her a step down, she thought he...wouldn't break it.

Jiang Manxue clenched her teeth tightly, her eyes filled with embarrassment.

"None of your business." She said with difficulty.

Fu Qingye laughed, "Yes, it's none of my business, so what do those women you call better than you, women who like me, have any business with you?"

Jiang Manxue didn't know how to reply, she was already clumsy and never good at arguing with others, let alone an old fritter like Fu Qingye who had been immersed in the mall for many years.

"Whatever you say is reasonable, I can't say no to you." She was a little discouraged.

Fu Qingye no longer played with the ends of her hair with his fingers, as if deliberately giving her breathing space.He got up and walked to the other side, put on his suit jacket, and when he straightened his sleeves, he said, "Jiang Manxue, you have to admit that you have a crush on me."

"I didn't." Jiang Manxue retorted loudly.

Fu Qingye didn't take it seriously, feeling confident that the prey was in his hands.

He pulled his thin lips slightly, with a smile that was not a smile, and his chin slightly raised, "Jiang Manxue, does it feel good to deceive yourself? If you don't like me, why come home with me and sit by the same table with me?" Eat at the table?"

Jiang Manxue's face immediately flushed red with shame and embarrassment.

"That's because I consider you a friend."

"Tsk, even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe your reason."

Under Fu Qingye's playful, even clear eyes, Jiang Manxue felt a tingling sensation all over her body, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself right there, the embarrassment oppressed her and she could barely straighten up .

Her eyes were a little red, not sad, but a little angry, angry for no reason.

It's probably a kind of anger that I regard you as a friend, but you play tricks on me and always want to sleep with me... This kind of anger.