Convincing others with appearance

It's nearly 10:30 when dinner is ready.

Fu Runian went to the appointment without eating at night, and was already hungry.

He put a sumptuous three dishes and one soup on the dining table, turned around and served himself a bowl of rice, and when he turned around, he saw Nie Qianhao was still sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Nie Qianhao held a can of beer in his hand, and drank one sip at a time.

Fu Runian raised his eyebrows and asked politely, "Have you eaten yet? Would you like some?"

"No need." Nie Qianhao snorted coldly, with a disdainful tone, "Who knows if what you cook is dark cooking."

Fu Runian didn't care about Nie Qianhao's bad words.

When he got out of the orphanage, he always cooked and ate by himself, and his cooking skills were well honed. Later, when he became a star and his living conditions improved, he didn't bother to do it anymore.

Few of the people I met later knew that Fu Runian could cook, so it's not surprising that Nie Qianhao would think so.

But today is an exception.

In order to celebrate his own 'new life', it must be a little more grand.

Fu Runian was sitting at the dining table, eating happily, when he suddenly heard Nie Qianhao cough a few times on purpose.

He raised his eyebrows and pretended not to hear.

After eating and drinking, it was already eleven o'clock, Fu Runian didn't clear up the dishes, but went to the kitchen to get a new bowl, filled it with rice, and put it on the dining table as if serving the uncle.

After doing all this, Fu Runian glanced at Nie Qianhao, and let out a chuckle in his throat.

Nie Qianhao was taken aback.

In fact, he had been observing Fu Runian all this time, and he understood Fu Runian's meaning when he saw this, his face flushed instantly, but before he could sneer, Fu Runian turned and went to the bathroom.

Nie Qianhao had nowhere to vent his anger.

He looked at the dining table frequently, and after a while, he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and Nie Qianhao said loudly, "It's not good to take a bath just after eating!"

The sound of water covered Nie Qianhao's voice.

Nie Qianhao listened quietly, seeing that Fu Runian did not answer, he was relieved instead.

He stood up, walked lightly to the dining table like a thief, glanced around, picked up the rice, picked up the chopsticks, took two quick bites, and went to pick up the vegetables.

After tasting them one by one, Nie Qianhao had an expression of disbelief on his face.

Unexpectedly, Fu Runian's cooking is quite delicious...

How come I've never seen him cook before?

Thinking so, Nie Qianhao ate a lot faster, and he didn't know if he was afraid that Fu Runian would find out, or because he thought the food was too delicious.

in the bathroom.

Fu Runian was halfway through washing when he suddenly found that the shower gel was gone.

In normal times, Fu Runian would have made do with it long ago, mixed water with shower gel and continued to wash, but today he planned to treat himself better in the future, so naturally he wouldn't let it go.

Thinking of Nie Qianhao who was still in the living room, Fu Runian stretched out his hand and opened the bathroom door, poking his head out.

He was about to call Nie Qianhao to his room to help get a bottle, when he met Nie Qianhao who was halfway through his meal.

Nie Qianhao still had Fu Runian's pork ribs stuffed in his mouth.

Fu Runian burst out laughing.

Nie Qianhao's face also turned red in an instant, he suddenly put the bowl and chopsticks heavily on the table, wiped his mouth, stood up and was about to leave.

"Wait!" Fu Runian called to stop him, "You can't eat for nothing, right?"

"What do you want to do?" Nie Qianhao frowned and clenched his fists.

In the past two years, his popularity has been good, and his fans are also sticky. If Fu Runian asks to use his popularity to sell hype, or ask for some small endorsements, will he agree or refuse?

Fu Runian: "The shower gel in the bathroom is gone, and there is a bottle in the drawer of my room, go and get it for me."

Nie Qianhao, who was struggling, was taken aback: "That's it?"

"Otherwise?" Fu Runian raised his eyebrows.

The steaming heat in the bathroom dissipated a lot during the conversation between the two, and Fu Runian's figure was vaguely outlined behind the frosted glass.

Nie Qianhao's body froze suddenly.

He turned his head and walked quickly to Fu Runian's room.Entering the room, Nie Qianhao had a strange expression on his face, he couldn't tell whether it was disgust or regret.

Right.

Fu Runian has already hugged Mr. Chen's thigh. That fat headed and big-eared person is used to playing games. As long as Fu Runian endures those things, isn't there a lot of resources?

There is no need to ask him for it.

Under Fu Runian's instruction, Nie Qianhao took the shower gel and handed it to Fu Runian reluctantly.

Fu Runian reached out to take the shower gel: "Thank you."

Nie Qianhao snorted, and looked at Fu Runian, only then did he realize that there was a very obvious hickey on Fu Runian's neck.

Perhaps it was because of the passage of time that the hickey had begun to turn purple, which was extremely conspicuous on Fu Runian's fair skin, carrying an indescribably sadistic beauty.

This hickey... must have been left by Mr. Chen.

Nie Qianhao frowned.

So disgusting!

On the other hand, Fu Runian didn't have the ability to read minds, so he naturally didn't know what Nie Qianhao had imagined.

When he was waiting for Nie Qianhao, he had been standing at the door of the bathroom. He had already felt a little cold. At this time, he took the shower gel and slammed the door of the bathroom, but within a few seconds, Fu Runian Thinking of something, he turned and opened the bathroom door.

He thought Nie Qianhao had already left, but suddenly he saw a sculpture standing at the door, and Fu Runian was startled.

"What are you doing here?"

Fu Runian said, "There is one more thing I forgot to mention, remember to wash the dishes after you eat."

Nie Qianhao stared: "Why should I wash the dishes!"

"I cook." Fu Ruyou said flutteringly.

Nie Qianhao choked for a moment, but still said forcefully: "...I don't know how to wash dishes! Do you think I'm a nanny?"

"Whatever you want." Fu Runian curled her lips, and this time she really closed the bathroom door firmly.

Nie Qianhao stood at the door of the bathroom, brushing his hair a little irritably.

He turned his head to look at the table.

"I don't wash dishes..."

Nie Qianhao muttered and walked to the sofa to play with his mobile phone, but he was still a little restless and couldn't continue playing the game.

After a while, he stood up resignedly.

When Fu Runian came out of the shower, the things on the dining table had already been cleared away, and Nie Qianhao was scrolling Weibo on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Fu Runian took a look into the kitchen, seeing that the dishes and chopsticks had been washed, and felt a little amused.

After blowing his hair, he said to the motionless Nie Qianhao, "I'm going to sleep."

Nie Qianhao ignored Fu Runian.

Fu Runian just said that, without expecting to get a response, he turned and went into the bedroom directly.

When only Nie Qianhao was left in the living room, he turned over and got up from the sofa. He looked at Fu Runian's closed bedroom door and said angrily, "Don't let me do the dishes again!"

……

Fu Runian slept deeply this time.

It was probably because he had dreamed all the plots of the original book, so this night, he didn't have any dreams. When he closed his eyes and opened them, it was dawn.

Fu Runian took out his phone and took a look, it was ten past eight.

He lay back on the bed, shielding his eyes with his arms.

About 10 minutes later, when Fu Runian was drowsy and about to fall asleep, the phone rang suddenly, and Fu Runian was pulled back abruptly.

Hearing the ringtone, Fu Runian knew who was calling without even looking.

This was set up by Fu Runian for Qiu Chao back then, and it is unique.

However, a conflict broke out between the two just yesterday, so why did Qiuchao call today?

Not quite his style.

As usual, he should put on airs and wait for Fu Runian to ask him for forgiveness.

Fu Runian lay on the bed and never answered the call.

He recalled the original work, but the content of the original work was relatively trivial, Fu Runian only remembered some relatively big turning points, such small things, he had already forgotten.

After staying there for a while, waiting for the bell to ring for the second time, Fu Runian sat up slowly.

"Fu Runian?" Qiu Chao's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Why did you answer my call so late?"

A tone of provoking guilt.

Fu Runian lazily said: "I was sleeping before."

Hearing Fu Runian's hoarse voice, Qiu Chao paused for a moment, took the initiative to turn the matter over, and talked about the business of the phone call: "The engagement banquet between Wen Yanming and I will be held in three days. , where did you send the invitation?"