My wife can't be this cute!

Fu Ziwei couldn't understand at all, why did Song Xiaoke order Mala Tang? Did he think he wasn't uncomfortable enough?

However, this also seemed like something Song Xiaoke would do, after all, he ate instant noodles in the hospital every day.

I went to see him several times before, and almost every time I ate instant noodles.

Although it is said that doctors advise patients to keep in good health and combine work and rest, in fact, they are the ones who do not keep in good health and work the hardest.

For example, Song Xiaoke is a typical example.

Another example is Fu Ziwei, he may be better than Song Xiaoke, but he is not considered a healthy life.

Song Xiaoke went back to the room angrily, and came out again after being angry for 2 minutes.

The door is not closed, Fu Ziwei's murderer must have come in, and he can't be left in his own home to run amok.

After Song Xiaoke walked out of the bedroom, he found Fu Ziwei standing by the dining table, lost in thought about the spicy takeaway.

Song Xiaoke just said in a fit of anger that he didn't want takeaway, but now the takeaway has been brought in and placed on the table, and the fragrance is wafting, he is so hungry that he is useless.

After all, I haven't eaten anything since last night.

I saw Song Xiaoke walked to the dining table in the next second, reaching out for takeaway.

But at this moment, Fu Ziwei didn't let go and reached out to stop him.

"What are you doing?" Song Xiaoke asked.

"Aren't you sick?" Fu Ziwei said.

Song Xiaoke asked back: "So?"

"So it's not appropriate to eat takeaway," Fu Ziwei said.

Of course it's not appropriate, but: "You want to take care of it?" Song Xiaoke choked, and then went to get takeaway.

Fu Ziwei still stopped him from taking it.

When Song Xiaoke saw this, the fire in his heart came up again.

Why is this Fu Ziwei so annoying, he likes to meddle too much.

Song Xiaoke's expression was ugly, and Fu Ziwei saw that he was about to explode emotionally, so he quickly said, "Your place...so don't eat it."

What Fu Ziwei said was very cryptic, but Song Xiaoke understood.

Of course he cherishes himself, so he specially ordered the non-spicy Malatang.

It was like eating a pot of oden, he thought it should be nothing.

But when Fu Ziwei said this, his face turned red and black.

Finally, he said angrily, "Isn't that because of you?"

Fu Ziwei nodded and said, "Yes, so I'll make it for you."

Fu Ziwei paused for a moment, and then added: "Although it's non-spicy, it's still Mala Tang, which affects a little bit. If you eat it, you'll suffer."

Fu Ziwei is not blind, he just saw the notes on the takeout list, a bunch of them: don't put spicy, don't put spicy, don't put spicy, don't want a little bit!

Song Xiaoke was a little convinced.

Because of pi' eye pain, and the feeling of having to shit, it's too painful.

Don't want to make things worse.

But he will never give in.

Then he put down his hand to get the takeaway, turned around, walked to the sofa, lay down carelessly, and said, "I won't eat."

Fu Ziwei didn't say anything when he heard the words, but walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

Song Xiaoke probably doesn't cook much at ordinary times, the refrigerator is very empty, mostly drinks and wine.

Just a few eggs, barely visible tomatoes, and a rotten potato.

Because the ingredients are limited, Fu Ziwei only made a simple noodle soup in the end.

But no matter how difficult it is, Fu Ziwei will not do it.Although he looks like a gentleman and reliable on the surface, as if he is good at everything, he is actually an idiot in life.

It may be an exaggeration to say idiot, but it is normal, anyway, a person can live.

I saw that Fu Ziwei first cut the tomatoes into pieces and stir-fried them in the pot, then added water to boil, poured in the noodles and boiled for a few minutes, then poured in the stirred egg liquid, added salt and chopped green onion, covered the pot and simmered for a few minutes , it will be out of the pan in a while.

Fu Ziwei was tinkering in the kitchen, making the sound of pot lids and stir-frying. Song Xiaoke, who was lazily lying on the sofa, was very upset, but he didn't make any noise after all.

That's it for a tomato and egg noodle. Fu Ziwei put the noodle soup into a soup bowl and took it out.

He struggled with the dining table and sofa coffee table for half a minute, and finally brought it to the sofa coffee table in front of Song Xiaoke.

"Eat something." Fu Ziwei said.

It may be that you are hungry, but the taste of this simple noodle soup is very tempting.

Song Xiaoke, who was lying on the sofa, glanced casually. Fu Ziwei didn't seem to be doing badly, but he looked very attractive anyway.

However, he will never be defeated by a bowl of noodles.

That would be too embarrassing.

Song Xiaoke didn't answer, turned over on the sofa, with his back to Fu Ziwei.

Seeing this, Fu Ziwei straightened his lips.

In fact, he can't get along with people with Song Xiaoke's personality, because he is too freewheeling and flamboyant.

To put it bluntly, he even hates people with this personality a little bit.

His ideal type is like Qiao Chen, gentle, introverted and calm.

Fu Ziwei has a good temper, but in fact it is only on the surface. He is not really good-tempered, and his politeness with others is just a play on the occasion.

In fact, in his bones, he was indifferent and indifferent.

If others had Song Xiaoke's attitude over and over again, he might just leave.

However, I can't say why, but I am a little concerned about Song Xiaoke.

Maybe he loves to make trouble for himself too much, finds faults when he has nothing to do, always dangles in front of himself, and makes a few sour words.

After a long time, he naturally remembered such a person.

In the beginning, Fu Ziwei was actually annoyed by Song Xiaoke, because no one would like a person who was okay with him, who either ridiculed or belittled him.

But after being together for a long time, Fu Ziwei felt that Song Xiaoke was actually quite real.

There are pitfalls everywhere in the workplace, and everyone's hearts are separated from each other. Fu Ziwei has been stumbled several times, but Song Xiaoke, who has always been against him, has never caused him any major stumbling blocks.

Compared with the intrigue behind the scenes, this kind of verbal abuse on the surface seems much better.

Perhaps used to being ridiculed, Fu Ziwei gradually felt that Song Xiaoke was a little bit "cute."

But the main thing is...

Fu Ziwei's eyes fell on the back of Song Xiaoke's neck.

Song Xiaoke wore a T-shirt with a large neckline, the back of his neck was completely exposed, and there was a tooth mark on the back of his neck.

It was bitten by myself that night.

Sorry, really wrong.

Fu Ziwei suppressed a little bit of impatience in his heart, and said again: "Eat something." There was a hint of please in his voice.

Song Xiaoke was really hungry.

He thought, if Fu Ziwei asked him to eat again, he would reluctantly get up and eat.

But when Fu Ziwei said it out loud, the arrogance in Song Xiaoke's heart suddenly rose.

Especially Fu Ziwei's voice was humble and humble, which made him very happy.

Yes, that's what Fu Ziwei should do, so as to calm down the anger in his heart a little bit.

After all, adding new hatred to old hatred, that tone is not so easy to swallow.

Song Xiaoke made a big movement twice, and said in a more impatient tone: "Don't eat."

"Aren't you hungry?" Fu Ziwei asked.

Song Xiaoke told the truth this time: "Hungry."

Fu Ziwei asked again after hearing the words: "Then why don't you eat?"

"I won't eat what you cook," Song Xiaoke said.

Very good, the meaning of targeting is very obvious.

"Okay," Fu Ziwei swallowed, and said, "Then what do you want to eat, I'll go out and buy it for you."

"But it's a little lighter."

"I don't eat what you bought." Song Xiaoke refused to back down even a single step.

This time, Fu Ziwei felt the fire in his throat.

He closed his eyes, controlled his emotions and said: "Song Xiaoke, your body is important, you are not a child anymore, don't be angry with yourself."

At this time, the tone was a little harsh.

Fu Ziwei usually has a light voice in his voice, which makes people feel very gentle and comfortable anyway.

Now the voice is completely lowered, which is actually a bit scary.

Song Xiaoke wasn't afraid, but he suddenly felt uncomfortable, even a little bit wronged.

Song Xiaoke is a very emotional person, and it's easy to explode.

So in the next second, he rolled over from the sofa and sat down, turned around and stared at Fu Ziwei and said, "I won't eat if I say no, what, does it have something to do with you?"

"I didn't ask you to make this noodles. If you made it, I have to eat it?"

"Buy and sell by force, is it okay?"

Song Xiaoke said a lot all at once.

Those who didn't know thought what Fu Ziwei was doing, but he just spoke more seriously.

Seeing this, Fu Ziwei reached out and pinched the bridge of his nose, then eased his emotions, and said to Song Xiaoke, "I didn't mean that. It's just that you are sick now, so eat something to replenish your energy."

However, Song Xiaoke's emotions were still exploding, and he didn't buy it at all.

He stood up suddenly, stretched out his hand and pulled Fu Ziwei's arm with great strength, and then pushed him towards the door.

"You go, I don't welcome you here at all." Song Xiaoke said.

Fu Ziwei said: "Okay, I don't need you to chase me, I can go by myself."

Fu Ziwei was also a little angry at this moment, and he quickly walked to the entrance and put on his shoes.

Then he opened the door very neatly and walked out without dragging his feet.

Before Song Xiaoke could react, Fu Ziwei disappeared at the door.

After being stunned for a long time, Song Xiaoke said angrily: "What are you hypocritical, I'm not sick because of you!"

He was very angry and choked when he spoke, but his eyes were red.

But it only became popular for a moment, Song Xiaoke immediately held back, and then walked back to the living room very stubbornly.

Song Xiaoke glanced at the fragrant tomato and egg noodles on the table. When he saw the noodles, he thought of Fu Ziwei, that pervert with a human face and a beast heart.

So in the next second, Song Xiaoke reached out to pick up the tomato and egg noodles on the coffee table, and walked angrily to the sink in the kitchen, ready to throw it away.

But when he was about to fall, he stopped.

This noodle looks pretty good, the red color of the tomato and the yellow color of the egg are mixed together, and green onion is sprinkled on top.

It's so beautiful, I suddenly don't want to fall down.

The expression on Song Xiaoke's face suddenly faded a lot. He took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick cage at the side, added noodles, and took a mouthful.

First it was just a small mouthful, then another mouthful, then a big mouthful, and then it started to gobble it up.

The noodles reminded him of some past events that had been sealed in his memory and were almost forgotten...