I and my bestie dressed up as a rich man's wife and ran away with the ball

To be honest, Su Ran was not sure that she could convince Fu Siyu, but Fu Siyu compromised faster than she could imagine.

Looking at Fu Siyu's stern profile, Su Ran wanted to laugh.

She was secretly trying to suppress her smile, but unexpectedly Fu Siyu suddenly turned around and caught her smile.

Su Ran coughed and quickly hugged Fu Siyu's arm, "I'm so happy that you are willing to try the food I cook."

As she spoke, Su Ran opened the lunch box and stuffed the chopsticks into Fu Siyu's hand.

Fu Siyu hesitated for a moment, but still turned his gaze to the food.

Su Ran cooks home-cooked dishes. Their sophistication cannot be compared with that of professional chefs, but they are colorful, fragrant and delicious, and very appetizing.

Fu Siyu took a bite, and Su Ran asked expectantly, "How is it? Is it delicious?"

Fu Siyu didn't say anything and continued to take the second and third bites.

A smile appeared in Su Ran's eyes. Okay, this is the rhythm of approval.

After all, when Fu Siyu is at home, he will never take a second bite of something he doesn’t like.

While Fu Siyu was eating, Su Ran had nothing to do, so she sat aside and drew.

By the time Fu Siyu finished eating, Su Ran had just completed the outline of the painting in her hand.

Su Ran noticed that Fu Siyu glanced at her hand. She thought that Fu Siyu might be curious but was too embarrassed to ask. She handed the drawing board to Fu Siyu and asked, "Look, is my drawing good?"

Su Ran painted the scene in the car when she and Fu Siyu were returning home from the suburbs last time.

In the picture, Su Ran was sitting in Fu Siyu's arms, gently lifting Fu Siyu's chin with her hand, with a smile in her eyes. Fu Siyu raised his eyes slightly, and pinched Su Ran's waist with his fingers, each finger was clearly visible.

The sky outside the car window was full of stars, the lights inside the car were dim, the two people hugging each other were hidden in the shadows, but their eyes were surprisingly bright.

The interweaving of light and dark creates a lot of tension.

Even those who have not experienced it personally can feel the indescribable atmosphere, let alone those who have experienced it personally.

Almost instantly, the scene, touch, and smell of that time emerged in Fu Siyu's mind.

His hands tightened unconsciously around the drawing board, and he wanted to say that the painting was not bad, but when he thought of the half scarf, his expression darkened again, "Why don't you draw that half scarf as well?"

Su Ran laughed. Why didn't she realize that Fu Siyu was such a vengeful person before?

She took out a scarf from her bag and handed it to Fu Siyu, "Is this what you are talking about?"

The first time Fu Siyu saw the scarf, his face turned dark.

But soon, he discovered something was different.

The main difference is that this one is uglier and rougher, and it's not just half a line, but a complete line.

"I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have bought you a fake gift. This is the gift I spent several days rushing to make. I hope you won't be angry anymore, okay?"

Fu Siyu's eyes fell on the scarf, "Where did you buy it?"

"I really made this myself, I swear." Su Ran raised her hand, "You are the only person in this world who has received a gift made by me so far."

The key point is, in this world, before you travel through the book, it is not included.

Fu Siyu's eyes moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, but when he saw Su Ran's injured finger, he narrowed his eyes slightly, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Su Ran quickly hid her hands behind her back and said, "It's okay. I got crushed while filming. Look at your scarf."

Fu Siyu reached out, pulled Su Ran's arm, and forcefully pried open her tightly closed hands. Then he saw some very small wounds on her fingers.

The injuries were not serious, and most of them had already scabbed over. It was just that because Su Ran's skin was too fair, they looked a little conspicuous.

"From knitting a scarf?"

"No, that's not it." Su Ran tried her best to deny it, fearing that Fu Siyu would think she was pretending to be pitiful and deceiving him again.

But Fu Siyu held her wrist and gently touched the wound on her fingertips, "You lied when you should have told the truth, and you tried every means to hide it when you were really hurt. I really don't know what you were thinking."

"I'm afraid you'll think I'm pretending to be pitiful again."

The warmth from Fu Siyu's palm was transmitted along the skin of her wrist, inexplicably giving Su Ran some confidence.

She pinched Fu Siyu's sleeve with her backhand and slowed down her tone, "I really know I was wrong, please forgive me, okay?"

There was a slight shaking from the cuffs of his sleeves, and when he lowered his eyes he saw Su Ran's shining eyes. Fu Siyu's heart seemed to be brushed by Su Ran's curled eyelashes.

"Does it matter to you whether I'm angry or not?"

Oh my, the great Mr. Fu is acting as arrogant as a child.

Su Ran quickly hugged his arm, "Of course it's important. You are my favorite man in the world. Of course I care about your thoughts."

Well...men, it’s not really a lie.

Hearing Su Ran's words, Fu Siyu's eyes moved slightly, and his gaze like a deep well fell on Su Ran's face.

It is undeniable that his heart, which had been irritated by Su Ran's deception in the past few days, was now in high spirits because of Su Ran's flattery.

Fu Siyu lowered his eyes. So far, he still hasn't figured out why Su Ran could foresee so many plots, nor is he sure if she is the original Su Ran.

Strictly speaking, he was still wary of her.

But at the same time, this woman can easily affect his emotions. It can even be said that if he is sure that Su Ran is safe, he doesn't mind letting her stay by his side.

Seeing that Fu Siyu remained silent, Su Ran felt uneasy. She reached out and poked Fu Siyu's wrist, "Fu..."

"Why do you keep calling me Mr. Fu?" Fu Siyu suddenly spoke up, but brought up a completely unrelated topic.

"Ah?" Su Ran was stunned for a moment, then according to her position as a canary that was gradually gaining the favor of the sponsor, she smiled at Fu Siyu very politely, "Dear~"

Su Ran clearly felt that Fu Siyu's body stiffened for a moment, and then he frowned, "That's not what I meant. This is so embarrassing."

"Oh." Su Ran has been immersed in various novels for a long time, so she has a little understanding of the tsundere psychology of the domineering president.

Facing Fu Siyu's rejection at this time, Su Ran followed his wrist and consciously put her arm around his neck, staring at Fu Siyu with sparkling eyes, "I thought you would like this name, do you really not like it? Dear~~"

Su Ran's voice is originally the sweet type, and when she slowed down the tempo, it even had a delicate and soft Wu dialect feel.

She came closer to him with a smile on her face, and with just three simple words, she made Fu Siyu speechless.

Su Ran felt the tightness of the embrace on her waist increase, and the smile in her eyes deepened. "I cooked meals and scarves for you myself, and I promise that I won't buy you fake gifts in the future. Can you forgive me this time? I know you are the best~~"

If someone had told Fu Siyu before that he would compromise his principles because of a woman's words without the interference of a strong plot setting, he would definitely think it was a fantasy.

However, at this moment, looking at Su Ran's smiling eyes, Fu Siyu knew that he shouldn't spoil Su Ran too much, but he still clearly heard himself say, "Okay."