Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

Mei Shurang looked at her smiling An Ran's face, such flattery made him feel more uncomfortable than when she pretended to be cute before.

In the end, he withdrew his gaze, "Fasten your seat belt and we'll talk about it when we go home."

Sheng Anan could feel his not-so-enthusiastic attitude, so he took the things resentfully, but still kept a little smile on his face, "Okay."

Almost relatively silent along the way.

She felt uncomfortable, so she reached out and opened the window.

The cold wind from outside suddenly rushed in, and her loose hair was blown wildly, wrapping around her face and neck.

She didn't respond, but closed the window again, and then adjusted her hair in slow motion.

"What's wrong?" When Mei Shurang spoke suddenly, she was still lowering her head to sort out the image that was blown by the wind.

Hearing the voice, she raised her head and looked over, "What?"

The man looked at her sideways, touched his thin lips, "Not interested?"

Sheng An'an forced a smile, then took another breath, "Maybe he's not a proactive person, it's weird to do it."

Then I looked at him again, "I don't mean to blame you, but I can feel that although you don't want me to go, you don't necessarily feel the same about me."

The car stopped suddenly.

Sheng An'an knew that it was a bit abrupt and heavy for her to mention this topic suddenly.

But it’s impossible to talk about these things at home. I don’t usually have the opportunity to talk about it. I can only talk about it when I have the opportunity.

After he parked the car, he turned to look at her.

It took a long time to ask: "You decided to stay, is it because of my words that you still can't explain to your uncle, or is it your own decision."

It sounds like three options with no difference, but the difference is actually very big.

She also thought about it for a long time.

Finally facing him squarely, "My decision."

In the past, she had been using the name of revenge on him, so she would not face up to her relationship with him, let alone her feelings towards him in this relationship.

But beyond that name, she can still clearly remember how she felt when she met An Tian outside his villa that day.

He often said that she was jealous, but she didn't take it seriously before.

Her only concern was that she had lied to him.

But even if she confesses, she has to be selfish after she has made some amends.

Mei Shurang looked at her for a while after listening, nodded, then continued driving without saying anything else.

When I got home, Uncle Mei hadn't come back yet.

She clutched the snail and handed it to her aunt, "Please warm it up, I'll go and change clothes first."

When Sheng An went upstairs, Mei Shurang also returned to the bedroom.

She didn't take a shower, changed her clothes and went downstairs directly, and then went into the kitchen, "Is the snail hot?"

Auntie smiled, "Okay, shall we eat now?"

She nodded, "Put it on the dining table, and help me get a plate by the way."

And she herself went out to get a toothpick.

When the aunt put the plate on, she realized that she picked the snail meat with a toothpick and picked it on the plate instead of eating it herself.

Remembering that the young master loves to eat this, but always dislikes the effort of making snail meat, Auntie couldn't help laughing.

Suppressing the voice: "Did you get it for the young master?"

Sheng Anan smiled, "Uncle's birthday is today, and uncle has a gift, so we can't leave the other one out!"

"Impressive!" Auntie teased with a smile on her face, "Then I won't help Miss, I'm afraid the smell I made might not be right for the young master!"

Only then did her face burn, "Stop laughing at me, go get busy!"

Sheng An'an guessed that Mei Shurang probably didn't eat outside, and even if there was a social event, the chances of him eating were not high. He didn't have that habit, so he was probably full of drinks.

So eat some snails, just right.

But she made more than half of it, and the people upstairs haven't come down yet.

If you wait any longer, it will be cold again.

When he finally came down, he was still holding the phone in his hand, probably just hung up his business.

Mei Shurang walked to the door of the restaurant, looked at the movements in her hands, and looked at the stacked snail meat.

Her hands were covered with oil, but she had a faint smile on her face, without any trace of the usual fake coquettishness and disgust.

Obviously, people who eat shrimp are those who have to be peeled by others.

At that moment, Mei Shu felt inexplicably irritated. It wasn't that she couldn't bear her intentional flattery, but it was just annoying.

"Are you finished?" Sheng Anan looked over and spoke first.

The man said "hmm", looked at her, nodded slightly, "Go and wash your hands."

Sheng Anan seemed to be asking for credit, "Do you want to try it?"

The man didn't answer her words, but said: "Your uncle is back."

She was a little surprised, she was too focused just now and didn't hear the sound of the car.

The birthday person is the oldest, so she got up quickly, washed her hands, cleaned up all the snail shells on the dining table, and put the cake away.

The family cut the cake together and made a birthday greeting. The process is not that complicated, but the atmosphere is very good.

When giving gifts, she handed over her small gift box, "I hope uncle likes it!"

Mei Yuelou was smiling, according to the gifts received by the elder and younger, the first two were left untouched, only this one, he asked: "I dismantled it?"

She nodded.

Then when she saw the pen inside, Mei Yuelou first liked it, then frowned, and then worried, "Is this precious?"

Where did she get the money? This was the primary consideration.

Sheng Anan quickly explained, "It's genuine!"

Mei Yuelou couldn't help laughing, "Of course uncle knows it's genuine... But, isn't it too expensive? Where did you get so much money?"

She smiled lightly, and said lightly, "It's just secretly saved from part-time jobs, and there are also royalties for the two papers published before."

"That's not enough money!"

Then Mei Yuelou looked at Mei Shurang, "You funded it?"

Mei Shurang didn't expect that she would give this as a gift.

In other words, he doesn't know her at all now, and he doesn't even know how many part-time jobs she has worked or how much money she has saved.

But since one day you want to go out and buy a house by yourself, you must have some savings.

It's just that this time, half of the suites are probably gone.

"That's right." Sheng An'an answered first, "Let my brother sponsor part of it, but my heart must be mine!"

She raised her chin slightly, a little bit of the cunning and unreasonable in the past.

Only then did Mei Yuelou laugh, "Do the math! That must be An An's own wish!"

At the end, he thanked very seriously, "Uncle likes it very much, and also needs it very much."

Sheng An'an smiled brighter, "You're welcome! It's far worse than my uncle's kindness to me."

After the family birthday party is over.

She helped her aunt clean up the dining room, and after Mei Shu let her in, the aunt avoided her.

"Aren't you going to buy the house?" he asked.

Sheng An settled down, looked at him, and smiled lightly, "If you can't afford it, you can live here forever, as long as uncle doesn't drive me away!"