Quick wear: Oops! The paranoid god is a love brain

Chapter 650: The disabled boss’ happy wife 05

This is the greatest sincerity that Yan Feng can show.

This is the snack he bought so hard!

Now I am willing to give part of it to Fu Jingcheng. It is simply unjustifiable for Fu Jingcheng not to be grateful, okay?

It's a pity that Fu Jingcheng is not grateful.

He even frowned and looked very reluctant, stretching out his fingers to push the bowl of stinky tofu, but he seemed to feel that there was something dirty in it. After hesitating for a long time, he still couldn't let himself go. The fingertips touched.

He just took back his hand and shook his head.

"I don't eat this kind of thing," he said.

The voice was cold and firm.

It was no different from what Yan Feng remembered.

Completely accustomed to the other party's attitude towards stinky tofu, Yan Feng reached out his hand again with satisfaction, intending to take the stinky tofu back to him.

But the action still failed.

Just because Fu Jingcheng doesn't touch stinky tofu doesn't mean he doesn't touch Yan Feng.

When the little bird's claws were about to catch the stinky tofu, Fu Jingcheng had already reached out and grabbed his thin wrist.

Stopped Yan Feng's movement.

Fu Jingcheng continued: "You won't eat either."

It's not asking him, but simply giving him a conclusion.

Yan Feng rolled his eyes.

It doesn't matter now, so why should I listen to you?

He simply used his other hand to pull the bowl in front of him, happily picked up the small wooden stick and planned to continue eating. Then he saw Fu Jingcheng waving his hand, and the secretary who was following him had stepped forward and put Yan Feng's The stinky tofu was thrown into the trash can next to it, along with the bowl and tofu.

Yan Feng:? ? ?

This is simply too much!

And not only that, Fu Jingcheng did not stop his behavior when he saw the stinky tofu that made him dissatisfied disappear. Instead, he returned his gaze to the ice cream in Yan Feng's hand, and tapped his fingers twice on the armrest of the wheelchair.

Fu Jingcheng asked: "Is this five yuan or two yuan?"

Judging from the time he went downstairs and the degree of melting of the ice cream, combined with the previous consumption records received, the price of the ice cream should be between the two.

Yan Feng blinked.

He had no idea of ​​answering his question.

When he was about to stuff the ice cream into his mouth, Fu Jingcheng spoke again: "Should you throw it away yourself, or will my secretary throw it away for you?"

It was still that calm, but undeniable tone.

Yan Feng was annoyed: "Well, I haven't finished eating yet, why should I throw it away!"

Like a kitten with fried fur.

As Fu Jingcheng watched, the ice in his eyes melted a bit.

The corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, revealing a faint smile, but it was fleeting. Shaking his head, he said: "Eating unhealthy things can easily harm your health. If you want to eat the ones I bought for you, don't eat these."

His attitude has slowed down.

Yan Feng hesitated for a moment, but finally did not continue to fight against him.

He threw away the rest of the ice cream honestly and wiped his mouth with the paper towel on the table. Then he lowered his head and rubbed his belly. Yan Feng was a little dissatisfied: "But you threw away all my lunch. I'm not full."

Fu Jingcheng:......

He didn't even want to expose Yan Feng.

The only thing he threw away from beginning to end was the half bowl of stinky tofu. But judging from the consumption records transmitted on his mobile phone, Yan Feng should have visited all the shops on this snack street.

He didn't throw away the rest.

Judging from Yan Feng's performance just now, it should have all gone into his stomach, right?

He knew this conclusion in his heart, but in fact Fu Jingcheng didn't say it out loud. He just smiled at Yan Feng and followed the other person's wishes and said, "Then I'll take you to have something to eat. What do you want to eat?"

Yan Feng immediately wanted to point to the big squid he just bought.

But when he stretched out his finger, he also thought that even if he pointed, Fu Jingcheng would refuse his choice on the grounds of unhygienic reasons.

In this case, it is better not to let him choose from the beginning.

Withdrawing his slightly surprised look, Yan Feng curled his lips and said, "You won't let me eat what I want to eat anyway, so what else do you want me to choose? Just let me eat whichever one you think is healthy. Just don’t do anything.”

Looking at him like this, Fu Jingcheng knew that this little guy must still be scolding him in his heart.

But I don’t know what happened.

Even if he guessed this kind of thinking, Fu Jingcheng didn't feel a little dissatisfied.

I even thought it was quite interesting.

It seems like this is what the person in front of me should be like.

The way he blathers and jumps is the way he should show off.

It's still lunch time.

Although Fu Jingcheng himself has always had irregular meal times, since someone asked for lunch, of course he had to go together.

The secretary pushed Fu Jingcheng's wheelchair.

When he arrived at the restaurant's box, he pushed Fu Jingcheng into his seat, and the secretary excused himself and left the door.

Only Yan Feng and Fu Jingcheng were left in the room.

Fu Jingcheng asked him: "Why did you run out without lunch? I remember telling the housekeeper not to wrong you. I shouldn't have even made your lunch, right?"

Of course he made lunch, but he didn't eat it himself.

Yan Feng explained the situation carefully to Fu Jingcheng.

Fu Jingcheng frowned again: "What do you want to do by running out without lunch?"

Yan Feng answered quickly: "I want to come see you."

The answer is no different from what I originally imagined.

But this time when he heard it from the other party's mouth, Fu Jingcheng found that not only was he not dissatisfied at all, he even felt a little faintly happy.

He reached over and picked up the water glass on the table. While drinking water, he covered up the smile that couldn't help but curl up at the corner of his mouth.

When the water glass was put down again, the corners of his mouth had returned to their previous appearance. After thinking about it, he said, "Didn't you say you knew what you asked your secretary to tell you yesterday? Why did you come over on your own initiative?"

Yan Feng tilted his head.

After carefully thinking about yesterday's "memory" and confirming that a secretary had indeed gone over to tell him to never disturb Fu Jingcheng, he blinked and asked seriously: "I was just eating downstairs in your company." Does it count as disturbing you? "

Fu Jingcheng really smiled this time.

There was no time to hide it, because the smile had already spread to his eyes.

Yan Feng was right.

He was just eating in front of the company and didn't do anything that would disturb Fu Jingcheng.

And if anyone is disturbing the two of them...

Instead it was him.

Suddenly appearing there, disturbing Yan Feng's lunch...