Chapter 375 The Only Life-Saving Straw
I just promised his mother not to provoke him.
And then he heard what you said?
This is... too embarrassing.
"Nanxi..."
He Nanxi wanted to turn her face away, but thinking of his illness, she stopped herself.
"Are you... okay?"
She was used to Fu Ci Yan's cold face, so her tone changed very abruptly.
"Just wanted to come see you."
Fu Ci Yan's tone was also a bit stiff.
He came suddenly today without any reason.
But there was a voice in his heart telling him that he must come and see her.
In the past, he didn't dare to appear in front of He Nanxi without any reason, for fear of being disliked.
But today he really couldn't help it.
When he thought about He Nanxi being with someone else, he felt as uncomfortable as if he was pricked by a needle.
"I'm fine."
He Nanxi looked at him and tried to lower her voice.
He was now under a streetlight, but the light seemed not to reach him.
He looked haggard at first glance, with fatigue and struggle between his eyebrows.
She was so familiar with that look.
He is ill.
He couldn't control his anxiety, and his hands hanging by his sides were shaking.
He Nanxi could probably guess how he felt right now.
Feeling anxious, palpitations, nausea, and even thoughts of self-harm.
She suddenly realized that she might be his only lifeline.
"Have you... eaten yet?"
It was rare for He Nanxi to say anything extra to him, and there was a little more light in Fu Ci Yan's eyes.
"Not yet, do you want to go eat something together?"
Lisa: “Let’s eat…”
"Let's go eat braised duck."
Lisa: “Hmm?”
Didn’t they just have takeout?
"I'll drive."
Fu Ci Yan was afraid that He Nanxi would return, so he turned around and walked towards the parking lot.
Lisa was a little confused:
“You are…”
Didn’t you just say you had no feelings?
How come he became so friendly the next second?
A woman’s heart is as deep as the sea!
He Nanxi: "Hmm... I'm not full yet. Let's go eat something else. Fu Ciyan has money anyway, so let him treat us."
Lisa scratched her head, feeling that there was something shameful going on between the two of them.
He Nanxi looked at the anxious figure, his eyes dimmed slightly.
She had been sick before and knew what it was like.
Looking at his expression, if I really leave without mercy, who knows what he will do.
Forget it, forget it. He saved me from those thugs back then, so I'll just consider it as repaying his kindness.
This old duck stew is an authentic seafood dish, very authentic, with a rich and delicious soup.
The soup dumplings here are also very delicious. Even though Lisa was full, she couldn't stop eating.
She touched her belly, feeling very disappointed:
"Why am I gaining weight right after arriving in Hai City?"
He Nanxi picked up another steamed dumpling for her:
"Since you're so tired from work, it's not too much to eat something delicious."
Lisa took a bite, and the juice in the soup dumpling flowed out, and she quickly sucked it up.
"You're right, I'm just treating myself."
"Why don't you eat?"
Fu Ciyan came back to his senses and smiled: "I'm not very hungry."
He Nanxi sighed and served him a bowl of old duck soup:
"Drink it, your stomach will feel better."
Fu Ci Yan was stunned, and there was a hint of inquiry in his eyes when he looked at He Nanxi.
Did she know?
"You don't want to be hospitalized even though you have gastric bleeding? Your body is so strong?"
He Nanxi's words dispelled Fu Ciyan's doubts. He obediently took the soup handed over by He Nanxi and chuckled:
"I'm in good health, you know."
"Haha, of course I know. You got yourself wet and blown cold to delay the divorce, and you got a fever, but you got better after a good night's sleep."
Fu Ciyan: ...
"Ahem, this soup tastes good."
He changed the subject, and He Nanxi followed his lead without saying anything more.
He drank the soup in an elegant manner, the spoon gently touching his lips, his brows slightly furrowed. It wasn't just that he was scalded, he also had no appetite.
He Nanxi understood that Fu Ciyan was still feeling a little unwell at this time, and jokingly said:
"Hey, are you trying to lose weight? My cat eats more than you do."
Fu Ci Yan looked up at her smiling face and actually felt a little better.
He has always been used to hiding his weaknesses and pretending to be nothing wrong and making jokes.
"I'm not losing weight. I don't know why, but I just can't gain weight."
Lisa gnashed her teeth while eating the duck:
"Damn it! I'm going to fight you guys who can't gain weight!"
He Nanxi was full. She held her chin and chatted with Lisa:
"But I think men who are too thin are not good-looking and feel uncomfortable to touch."
Lisa agreed: "That's right, do you still remember the lead dancer A Qing? He had a really good figure. He looked thin when dressed, and had a lot of flesh when undressed."
He Nanxi glanced at Fu Ciyan casually and said secretly:
"I think so too."
"Boss, bring another serving of soup dumplings."
Fu Ci Yan had a blank expression on his face. He poured himself a bowl of soup and asked the boss to order more dishes.
"I'm just too tired recently. Once I get some makeup done, I'll look better than that Ah Qing."
He Nanxi heard a hint of sourness and smiled:
"Okay, then I'll wait and see. Why don't you go and dance too? I promise to cheer for you."
He Nanxi tilted his head, thinking of Fu Ciyan's shirt bursting.
Siha~
Fu Ci Yan's spoon for soup paused.
he?
Dance?
Or a striptease...oh no, a clothes-tearing dance?
As he thought about it, he started picking his toes.
"If you want to see it, it's not impossible."
He seemed calm, but if you looked closely, even the tips of his ears were red.
God knows what he was thinking when he said this.
I can dig out a villa with my toes!
Lisa almost spit out a mouthful of soup.
"Mr. Fu, you really have no... uh... bottom line."
Fu Ci Yan: Haha, so funny. As long as I can get my wife, I don’t care about bottom line, I don’t even need to care about my chastity.
He Nanxi tried hard to hold back her laughter, fearing that laughing too loudly would upset the child.
"You should just focus on being the CEO. Dancing isn't for you."
She really couldn't imagine what it would look like when the extremely noble Fu Ci Yan twisted his waist and hips!
Fu Ciyan's face looked a little pitiful:
"Do you like people like Aqing?"
He Nanxi: "What?"
"A Qing is not as good as me. I am more reliable. Look at me. Don't like him."
Fu Ci Yan's eyes drooped slightly, making him look like a big puppy.
He Nanxi: ...
This is really a typical symptom of anxiety disorder!
"You think too much. Just eat your soup dumplings."
He Nanxi pushed the soup dumpling towards Fu Ciyan in annoyance:
"Even food can't stop you from talking."
Fu Ci Yan narrowed his gaze and concentrated on eating the soup dumplings.
He needs to gain weight as soon as possible and have a better figure than A Qing!
After eating and drinking, He Nanxi yawned:
"Let's go home."
Fu Ci Yan sent Lisa off first, and when they arrived at He Nanxi's house, his hands gripping the steering wheel slowly tightened.
"Nanxi, I will take care of Ji Jiaojiao. Can you wait for me for a while?"
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