I was spoiled after being forced to marry

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time before Grandma's voice came again, "Okay, since you have made your decision, Grandma won't force you. You look obedient and obedient, but you are actually very stubborn in your bones. You made your own decision. It's useless for others to say anything. You just promise grandma, you must take care of yourself, and you must tell grandma if you have something to say, don't just report good news but not bad news."

"Yes, I see, you should also take a good rest. You see what time it is now, go to sleep, and I will call you in the morning tomorrow, okay?"

Fan Xing knew that there was nothing he could do about grandma's concession, and he felt uncomfortable, but right now he couldn't help it.

"Okay." After talking, grandma suddenly remembered something, and continued: "By the way, you can call Xiao Ai. He came to the hospital today as a volunteer and came to see me by the way. He didn't know you weren't coming back, so why don't you come back?" I look forward to going to the same university as you soon."

Fan Xing didn't expect to hear this name suddenly, he couldn't help clenching his hands on the phone, and said softly, "I will contact him."

After hanging up the phone, Fan Xingwo was lost in thought on the hanging chair. His white and slender fingers unconsciously wrote a few letters on his arm - Eric.

Eric, the Xiao Ai in the grandma's mouth, is Asian like Fan Xing, the difference is that he is a very rich Asian, and he went to the best noble school.

The first time Fan Xing met him was at a certain nationwide mathematics competition. Both of them participated, and the other won the first place.

At that time, Fan Xing thought that he was the type of middle school student president, tall, rich and handsome, a top student, serious and rigorous in doing things, and a role model for everyone in the eyes of the teacher.

It was only later that I realized that he had made a mistake. The other party was like a different person when he left school. He took off his glasses, took off his school uniform, and fought smoothly. How could he still be an ascetic school bully who can help his classmates with their homework?Just a typical bad boy.

Fan Xing, who had just seen the other party win the first prize in the national mathematics competition, saw the other party effortlessly beating up a few punks until their noses and faces were swollen.

He really got to know Eric a few weeks later, when he was working in a cafe, he met a few drunk punks, who saw him as an Asian face, with a dirty mouth, and even two came up to him. foot.

At this moment, Eric appeared, knocked down several people without saying a word, and forced them to apologize to Fan Xing.

Afterwards, Fan Xing invited him to drink coffee to express his gratitude, and the other party suddenly approached him: "I know you, we were in the same group in the last math competition."

Fan Xing was a little surprised. After all, he didn't perform well last time and didn't get any rankings. The other party really had no reason to notice him.

The other party seemed to have seen through his mind, and smiled like a sneaky cat: "I have always had a photographic memory for handsome boys." After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and introduced himself: "Hello, my name is How about you, Eric?"

On that day, they officially met, but they didn't have any intersections. After all, one went to the best noble middle school, and the other went to a public middle school that didn't cost money. There was really no chance to meet each other.

However, some people are destined to be different from others from the moment he appeared.

In Fan Xing's heart, Eric is that person.

He used to be so happy that he could finally go to the same university as Eric, and stayed up all night.But now, they are far apart, and...he is married to someone else.

Fan Xing suddenly felt sad in his heart.This was the first time he had released this feeling to attack himself after he decided to marry He Qingmo.

Just this one time, one last time...

He kept admonishing himself in his heart, reminding himself.

After a long time, he was freed from this emotion, and looked at the time, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon.

He quickly cleared up his mood, got up and went downstairs with the computer in his arms, thinking that He Qingmo was at home, so he couldn't make dinner too casually, so he went directly downstairs to the kitchen.But I found a sticky note on the refrigerator - don't wait for me for dinner.

The handwriting is fluent and flying, pleasing to the eye, especially beautiful.

Although He Qingmo took his hand to write last night, the words written by dipping in water were not clear after all, and it was not as intuitive as writing them on paper.

Fan Xing stared at the word with envy, he couldn't bear to throw away the sticky note, and put it in his pocket, planning to copy it at night.

Since He Qingmo was not at home, it didn't matter what he had for dinner.Fan Xing plans to make a soup dumpling.

Although he grew up abroad, he still likes Chinese food, and his grandmother's cooking skills are very good. He has been fascinated by it since he was a child, especially when his grandmother fell ill, he basically cooks by himself, and his cooking skills have improved a lot.

For things like soup dumplings, make more and store them in the refrigerator. Whenever you want to eat them, just take them out and steam them, which is also very convenient.

He Qingmo's assistant is a real person. At noon, Fan Xing just said that he wanted to buy some ingredients, and the assistant came directly to fill up the kitchen.

In this way, it is convenient for Fan Xing to do whatever he wants.

However, making soup dumplings is a bit troublesome, chopping the stuffing and rolling out the dough. In short, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening when he finished his work.

He ate a few casual bites, cleaned up the kitchen, and then moved his laptop over and sat down in the dining room to get busy.

Originally, there were some things that he should have done in the afternoon, but a phone call from his grandma made him indulge himself, but nothing was done in the end.

He first processed the video of making soup dumplings just now, edited it into a 5-minute short video, added text commentary and BGM, then opened a well-known domestic video website and registered as a UP host, and made this video of teaching how to make soup dumplings sent it up.

After posting it, he didn't quit, but searched for similar videos to watch.

He himself is not unfamiliar with this website. When he was abroad, he would watch it occasionally and learn from it.

But now that he plans to become this type of UP master himself, he has to learn more things, such as video recording and editing, text commentary or direct voice commentary, commentary style, etc., all of which need to be learned.

He was so absorbed in watching that he forgot the time for a moment, until he heard the sound of the door opening, he was startled to realize that it was past twelve o'clock.

He hastily turned off the computer, jumped off the chair, and ran out to greet him. He Qingmo had already entered the door with his suit on his arms and was lowering his head to change his shoes.

Fan Xing took the initiative to say hello, "Brother is back." He took the man's clothes and hung them up. The faint smell of alcohol on the man's body made him feel a little uncomfortable.