Zhou Moshi was half-leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed, mumbling something to the flat screen on the coffee table in front of him.
Su Fanxing knocked on the door lightly, walked into the study holding a tray, and could hear from a distance that he was speaking English.
The low, magnetic voice has a lazy and unrestrained London accent.
Extremely elegant.
She licked the corner of her slightly dry lips and suddenly felt a dryness in her throat.
From her perspective, Zhou Moshi had a focused expression, with slightly wet hair covering his forehead and falling above his sharp eyebrows.
Unlike usual, this time he was wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, covering up the extremely enchanting teardrop mole, showing the image of a beast in human clothing to the fullest.
When talking about the deal, he curled his lips and chuckled, twirling the pen lightly with his fingertips, looking extremely frivolous.
Su Fanxing lowered her eyelashes, gritted her teeth, and then walked towards him quietly.
I have to say, this man's appearance is really deceptive.
If she only looked at his face, she would never have been able to associate his past behavior with this man.
Su Fanxing waited until Zhou Moshi closed the tablet before she stepped forward and put down the tray in front of her.
Zhou Moshi took off his silver-rimmed glasses, and a bright chain hung the glasses on his chest. Paired with a black turtleneck sweater, he made it look like a high-end fashion item.
The fingertips lightly pinched the center of the eyebrows, and the slender fingers with distinct joints had an inexplicable desire.
"Just put it here." He didn't even raise his head, and there was an indescribable tiredness in his voice.
Su Fanxing did as she was told, but did not leave.
Instead, she placed her hands on the armrests of the sofa and suddenly leaned her upper body closer to the man.
She reacted quickly, placing a light kiss on Zhou Moshi's lips, then retracted her body and curled her lips slightly.
"You want to eat dessert while taking medicine? Are you a child?"
“…”
He raised his narrow eyelashes slightly, and when he saw that it was her, the murderous intent in Zhou Moshi's eyes disappeared instantly.
What followed was a slightly displeased, feigned indifference: "Who allowed you in?"
Su Fanxing didn't mind his indifference at all. Instead, she pushed the tray on the table towards him and said, "Take your medicine quickly. Your fever just subsided. You can't let it get to the point of fainting again."
She kept bringing up things that were not related to the topic, which made Zhou Moshi's face even more gloomy.
"Who gave it to me?"
"It's my fault. You should take the medicine quickly, otherwise... I will eat all of this." Su Fanxing raised her eyebrows slightly, picked up a big fortune and put it into her mouth, feeling the satisfying feeling of the cream melting in her mouth.
Zhou Moshi was too lazy to pay attention to her. He picked up a handful of medicine pills that the old doctor had already prepared for him and frowned.
When he finally made up his mind and swallowed the pills, his eyes were as determined as if he was going to join the Party. It was as if what he was holding in his hand was not a small pill, but some kind of demon.
He drank half a pot of water and quickly pinched a macaron and put it in his mouth.
Su Fanxing found it funny. She didn't expect that this living devil, who was fearless, would be afraid of this small pill.
She held her chin with both hands, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly: "If you had told me earlier that you like desserts, I could have baked a cake for you myself -"
Zhou Moshi glanced at her, but did not stop digging the cake with the spoon in his hand.
"Are you talking about the kind that's packed from outside?"
Su Fanxing choked, knowing that he was referring to the time when she claimed that the porridge she bought from Xu Ji was cooked by herself.
She raised her head slightly in disbelief: "Don't you believe I can do it? Come on! I'll show you -"
Su Fanxing did not lie.
She may not be able to cook, but making desserts is her forte.
When she was dating Xu Jinyan, she specially found several top-notch pastry chefs to teach her, just to learn how to make that person's favorite chocolate mousse.
Later, she really learned how to make mousse with excellent taste, but that person... never had the chance to eat it again.
All in all, three years have passed since those days.
To make desserts, the housekeeper naturally has to prepare the ingredients.
"Mr. Zhou, what kind of dessert would you like to make?" the butler asked respectfully as usual.
Zhou Moshi didn't even raise his head: "Chocolate mousse."
Hearing about this dessert, Su Fanxing subconsciously exclaimed: "No!"
Then, realizing that her reaction was too excited, she forced a smile and said to Zhou Moshi, "I don't know how to make chocolate mousse, but can I make durian mille-feuille?"
"Whatever." Zhou Moshi didn't care too much and casually threw the half-bitten Daifuku back into the plate.
His expression did not show any joy from eating dessert, but rather a slight lack of interest.
I can’t explain it, but I always feel that the taste is a little off.
Su Fanxing suddenly had the idea of making desserts, which was a long-awaited inspiration.
But when it comes to reporting the ingredients needed, I just can’t remember the key grams.
She asked the housekeeper to wait at the door while she went back to the house and got her cell phone.
But I didn't expect that when I opened my phone, the screen would be full of obscene words.
All the news came from the same person - her good sister, Su Luoyue.
Su Luoyue: [Su Fanxing, you've made a name for yourself out there. Have you found a backer?]
Su Luoyue: [I know even without you telling me that you're keeping a gigolo who looks a lot like Xu Jinyan, right?]
Su Luoyue: [Haha, be careful, don't let your sponsor know about this! ]
"......" Su Fanxing was speechless. What a mess.
This is not the first time that Su Luoyue has suddenly fallen ill. Given her personality, she should have blocked Su Luoyue directly.
But this time...
Su Fanxing suddenly felt playful and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of her lips.
Her good sister was right about one thing: her financial backer... was a real person.
It was none other than her future brother-in-law, Zhou Moshi.
She suddenly felt a little bit reluctant. What if Su Luoyue was kept in the dark?
"Miss Su? Did you find it?"
Su Fanxing was lost in thought until the housekeeper's voice woke her up.
"Well, take notes." She then hurriedly found the recipe and read it to the housekeeper.
When everything was ready, she went to the kitchen to beat the egg whites, and naturally asked the butler to help her.
For a while, the kitchen was silent, with only the sounds of two people busying around.
From time to time, polite yet distant conversations could be heard.
"Could you please crack eight eggs for me?"
"Ms. Su, how much water should be added to this batter? Is the ratio sufficient?"
"Miss Su, is the cream whipped enough to this degree?"
The two of them worked for a while and were very efficient.
Su Fanxing was so absorbed in the sense of accomplishment of making pancake crusts that she didn't notice that the man busying around behind her had been replaced.
"Could you please pass me that clean spatula over there?"
This time, no one answered her.
The spatula was handed to Su Fanxing's palm, and their fingertips touched each other, but she didn't feel anything unusual and didn't look back.
Until his hot and hard chest pressed against her back.
She subconsciously froze, and before she could turn around, the pink earrings were snatched away by the person behind her.
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