RPAGF Chapter 309 Being so sensible makes people feel distressed
Chapter 309 Being so sensible makes people feel distressed
The moment Wen Zhixia saw him standing at the door, her hands turned cold.
Song Ailing was also surprised.
But she was used to all sorts of storms, so she remained calm and didn't say a word.
"When did you two get together?"
Fu Ruoshi walked into the room slowly, tilted his head to glance at the coffee table, and said nothing.
"I'm bored at home, looking for someone to drink tea with me," Song Ailing said calmly, "Why, can I still count on you and Fu Keming?"
Fu Ruoshi smiled lazily and reached out to take the documents on the table.
"What are you doing?" Song Ailing reached out and held him down.
"Look," Fu Ruoshi said calmly, "What is it? Can't I see it?"
"My things are mine," Song Ailing slapped his hand away. "They have nothing to do with you. I'm asking you if you've finished your resort business. If not, you'll have to bear the consequences yourself. Don't expect us to clean it up for you."
Fu Ruoshi looked at her, then turned back to look at Wen Zhixia, smiled playfully, and let go of her hand. "Is it done? If not, do you still have the chance to drink tea here?"
After saying that, he leaned back on the sofa, looking a little tired.
In the living room, the atmosphere was inexplicably strange.
The nanny knocked on the door and came in, "Mr. Song, Mr. Fu, the snacks are ready."
Outside the door, the nanny said, "Should we bring it in now?"
Song Ailing pointed to the bar at the door and said, "Put it there first."
"That's so crowded," Fu Ruoshi pointed at the coffee table, "Put it here."
Wen Zhixia stood up and took the soup bowl. "Thank you. I can handle it myself."
Sure enough, just as she picked up the soup bowl, Fu Ruoshi jumped up from the sofa and went over to pull her hand away, "Who asked you to hold this? This is not your job."
As soon as he left, Song Ailing collected the documents on the table and put them into her bag.
"I'm going back to my room. You two can eat slowly."
She left after saying this.
Wen Zhixia breathed a sigh of relief.
The nanny brought the sweet soup, peanuts, crispy soybeans, and pastries to the table and said to Wen Zhixia, "Miss Wen, Mr. Song and the others don't have the habit of eating dinner. I asked the kitchen to prepare a few dishes just for you. You can drink the soup first, and we will go cook the dishes now."
Fu Ruoshi warned, "Don't add any spicy food, don't use any seafood or fish or shrimp, she likes food with more meat and less bones. Also, give her a mugwort pillow, she has a stomachache."
"How do you know I don't like fish?" Wen Zhixia asked in astonishment, "How do you know I have an upset stomach?"
Fu Ruoshi pointed disapprovingly at the fermented glutinous rice soup on the table. He added, "I've never seen you order fish when I've had dinner with you. One time, I ordered fish, but you didn't eat a single bite and just kept gnawing on the spareribs. Don't you remember?"
Wen Zhixia was shocked.
How could he, such a perceptive person, not see that I was hiding something from him?
What was he thinking about?
Wen Zhixia was puzzled.
"Drink, what are you looking at?" Fu Ruoshi saw her staring at him, and said with a slow smile, "Do you think I'm a feast for the eyes?"
Wen Zhixia came back to her senses with an "oh".
She lowered her head to get the bowl for soup, but found that the soup in the bowl had already been filled by Fu Ruoshi.
"Are you okay? Why are you so distracted?" He turned his head to glance at the empty coffee table and asked, "Did Song Ailing give you any trouble today? If she did, tell me."
"Really? I just wanted to come over for dinner." Wen Zhixia could only bite the bullet and change the subject. "Have the workers in Jinghai been settled?"
Fu Ruoshi ate the soybeans on the plate and said nonchalantly, "The person has been asked to leave. The remaining money can only be paid after Fu Keming comes back to sign. But it's not a big problem. If I were older, I wouldn't be able to come back now."
He explained it in more detail than he had just told Song Ailing, as if he was reporting on his work. Wen Zhixia smiled and said, "You can definitely handle such a small matter. I'm just asking casually, I don't mean any other harm."
Fu Ruoshi asked in surprise, "Really? You trust me so much?"
"Of course," Wen Zhixia gave him a puzzled look. "This is the truth. Do you need my confirmation?"
After saying that, he put the mugwort pillow on his stomach and started eating.
Fu Ruoshi looked at her, his eyes somewhat touched.
Wen Zhixia ate with relish. Fu Ruoshi sat next to her. Although he didn't eat a single bite, he felt inexplicably happy when he saw her wolfing down the food with her puffy little face.
"Who wants you to support me?" Wen Zhixia said angrily, "Can you stop staring at me while I eat? I can't enjoy my meal if you stare at me."
"Okay, okay," Fu Ruoshi stood up angrily and walked towards the sofa while complaining, "I've only heard of people peeing but not being able to pee, but I've never heard of people not being able to eat while looking at it."
In fact, Wen Zhixia just wanted to find an excuse not to confront him face to face.
Otherwise she always felt that she would reveal something.
Although the cooking skills of the Fu Family Villa were as stable as ever, Wen Zhixia had something on her mind and she ate the meal with trepidation. However, in order to give face to the chef, she still tried her best to finish it.
Until she finished the last grain of rice, Fu Ruoshi sat quietly on the sofa, looking at his phone.
Apart from answering the phone and drinking tea, he hardly made any sound.
Being sensible makes people feel distressed.
"I'm done eating," Wen Zhixia stood up. "I have to go home tonight to sort out some paper materials. I have to go now. Please tell Mr. Song for me."
Fu Ruoshi was about to make a call, but he immediately hung up after hearing the words, and then jumped off the sofa and said, "Ignore her, I'll take you there."
The two of them didn't communicate much during the rest of the journey.
Fu Ruoshi had been talking on the phone with Zhuo Rui's people. Wen Zhixia didn't quite understand the professional content they were talking about in English, but she thought it was for the best, for fear that he would not be busy with work and start asking herself questions.
After all, his attitude tonight was really abnormal.
Even when the car arrived downstairs of the residential complex, Fu Ruoshi still didn't ask anything.
"Goodbye, thank you for sending me off. Come to my house for hotpot later." Wen Zhixia loosened her seat belt and said to him.
"Don't wait until next time, let's do it now," Fu Ruoshi pulled her arm, "I happen to be free tonight."
Wen Zhixia paused.
No, she was afraid that if she stayed alone with him for too long, she would reveal some clues.
"Who eats hot pot at night? You don't eat dinner," she said kindly, "Okay, good night. See you another day."
After saying that, she removed her arm from his palm, got out of the car and went home.
Fu Ruoshi watched her back as she walked into the corridor, and then the voice-controlled lights lit up one by one.
He gradually put away the smile on his face.
Tonight he noticed that something was wrong with Wen Zhixia.
But he could see that she was embarrassed and unwilling to talk about it.
Therefore, he did not force her to speak.
Fu Ruoshi thought a lot about his future with her, if she was finally willing to choose him, but in a complicated family like the Fu family, with her kind and soft-hearted personality, she would definitely encounter many dilemmas like today.
He didn't want to embarrass her, nor did he want to be the one who made things difficult for her.
He just wanted her to be a lady who turned a deaf ear to the world outside, enjoy life and do what she liked.
Fu Ruoshi sighed, took out his cell phone with a heavy heart, and opened the chat interface with Fu Keming.
The last message I sent him two days ago:
[There are some things you don’t have to hide from me]