Chapter 412 How Do You Know I'm Busy

Gu Zhou just sat down calmly.

This question is indeed asked in a serious manner.

Wang Yuanling gradually came back to his senses from his shock.

Her brain was working at the fastest speed, and she even suspected that Mr. Gu had hit the locator in her car.

"Mr. Gu, why are you here?" she asked again.

Gu Zhou said calmly, "Just passing by."

Wang Yuanling glanced around silently.

This is almost the end of the street.

Who passing by can reach the end of the street?

It's obvious that it's a lie.

She forced a smile, but couldn't help but questioning it in her tone: "Mr. Gu's passing by is really a bit excessive."

Gu Zhou lazily asked, "Is this the road to Mr. Ling's house? I can't pass by?"

Wang Yuanling narrowed his eyes at the right moment and said, "Of course."

Gu Zhou stared at her inconsistent reaction and sneered.

Looking at Gu Zhou who appeared without any warning.

Tan Wenzhou sensed something.

The eyes behind the frame darkened.

The waiter brought out the eel porridge, and the aroma was fragrant.

Seeing an extra person, he shouted, "Oh, there's another handsome guy? What should I do? This porridge is only for two people."

Gu Zhou didn't care: "Isn't it enough to just share it?"

The waiter put the porridge down and said immediately: "Okay, I'll get you another bowl."

Tan Wenzhou's eyes darkened, but his tone remained gentle, with a subtle insistence in his voice: "Azhou, you can order more of whatever you want. This porridge only serves two people. Yuan Ling wants to eat it, and I'm worried that this portion won't be enough for her."

Gu Zhou raised his lips casually, and looked straight at Tan Wenzhou, saying meaningfully, "Why, you don't want to share it with me?"

Tan Wenzhou's smile froze a little: "I remember that you didn't seem to like porridge very much."

Gu Zhou looked very calm: "That was in the past, not now."

Tan Wenzhou was silent for two seconds, then smiled meaningfully: "So you like porridge now?"

The air is stagnant.

They looked at each other.

Between the two eyes, there was a colorless and tasteless confrontation.

Although they were not talking to each other, their eyes seemed to convey a thousand words.

Wang Yuanling was keenly aware of the silent smoke of war and immediately tried to smooth things over: "It's okay, Brother Zhou. Although this porridge is said to be for two people, I think the portion is quite large. It may take three people to finish it."

She tried to lighten the mood.

Tan Wenzhou's gentle smile paused, and his eyes softened slightly when he looked at Wang Yuanling, but his voice was still solemn: "In that case, let's share the food together. I'm just worried that you won't have enough."

He finally gave in, but the worry and dissatisfaction did not dissipate.

Wang Yuanling replied considerately: "It's okay, if it's not enough, we can order more."

Tan Wenzhou glanced at Gu Zhou, whose expression was still distracted. A heavy feeling welled up in his heart, but he still managed a smile: "Okay."

The waiter came back with three bowls in his hand: "Come on, come on, you guys eat first. If you need anything, feel free to call me."

His enthusiastic attitude was at odds with the frozen, subtle atmosphere at the table.

Wang Yuanling turned his attention away from Gu Zhou and smiled at the waiter: "Okay, thank you."

Waiter: "You're welcome, beautiful lady~"

Someone at the next table happened to call him, and he called out, "I'm coming!"

He ran away immediately.

The brief excitement he brought was instantly taken away, leaving behind only an even more awkward silence.

The three people, each with their own thoughts, remained motionless.

Wang Yuanling was the first to break the eerie silence between the three people.

She leaned forward and smiled slightly: "This porridge smells really good, let me share it."

Gu Zhou remained calm, his eyes casually fixed on her slender wrist.

Tan Wenzhou made a move to stand up: "Yuan Ling, let me fight."

Wang Yuanling spooned the thick porridge into the bowl: "No, no, Brother Zhou, please sit down."

Tan Wenzhou: "Sorry to bother you."

Wang Yuanling smiled: "What's the trouble? You're too polite."

Soon, the first bowl of porridge was served.

She put down the spoon, picked up the bowl of steaming porridge, and raised her head...

Gu Zhou and Tan Wenzhou's gazes, like two invisible searchlights, focused on her at the same time, on the bowl in her hand.

Wang Yuanling's bowl just stayed where it was.

I don't know whether to go left or right.

On the left is Gu Zhou, whose eyes are scorching and full of unquestionable aggression.

His words "split it" are still fresh in my mind, and the look in his eyes at this moment is saying bluntly: It depends on your choice.

On the right is Tan Wenzhou, with a gentle smile but deep eyes.

His previous worries and concessions now turned into silent expectations, as if he was waiting for her to prove her preference.

The air seemed to have been sucked out.

The aroma of porridge filled the air, but it couldn't dispel the suffocating tension.

Gu Zhou's scrutinizing and playful gaze seemed to be able to penetrate her hesitation, making her feel an invisible pressure.

In this critical silence, a bony hand suddenly stretched out, and with irresistible force, it directly covered the back of Wang Yuanling's hand holding the bowl!

The warm touch, with the friction of thin calluses, startled Wang Yuanling so much that he almost knocked over the bowl.

She looked up in surprise and met Gu Zhou's bottomless black eyes.

The corners of Gu Zhou's lips curled up in a very faint, yet very controlling arc. He exerted a little force with his fingers and almost "took" the bowl from her hand.

His voice was low and slightly hoarse, breaking the silence. "First bowl, I'll taste it for Mr. Ling to see how salty it is."

Tan Wenzhou pushed the frame hard with his fingertips, and the light reflected from the lenses concealed the depth in his eyes.

Wang Yuanling couldn't find any suitable adjectives to describe Gu Zhou's domineering behavior, but on the other hand, she was relieved that she didn't have to make the choice herself.

After all, the atmosphere just now.

Really.

stiff.

Her watery eyes curved slightly: "Then Mr. Gu, try it? We used to eat here often, and the food here is pretty good."

Gu Zhou picked up the porcelain spoon beside him and slowly stirred the thick porridge.

He scooped up a small spoonful, blew on it, and then put it into his mouth.

His movements were relaxed and as if it was natural, as if the bowl of porridge was supposed to be his, as if the silent struggle just now had never happened.

After tasting it, he raised his dark eyes and said casually, "The cooking temperature is just right, the eel is tender, and the rice is cooked soft and rotten." He paused, his eyes fixed on Wang Yuanling, and said slowly, "Such delicious food, but President Ling didn't share it with me. Isn't that a bit too much?"

It's simply turning the tables.

Wang Yuanling was impressed by his mouth that could turn white into black and black into white.

She smiled wryly: "I thought Mr. Gu was busy tonight."

"Boss Ling didn't even call me to confirm." Gu Zhou scooped up another spoonful of porridge and put it into his mouth very slowly, but his eyes never left her face. His focused gaze seemed to be tasting her instead of the porridge: "How do you know I must be busy?"

His chewing movements were slow and clear, and his eyes remained fixed on her even as his Adam's apple rolled.

There was a moment.

Wang Yuanling just felt that what he put into his mouth was not porridge.

But she.