Chapter 17: Men should eat less coriander, it kills sperm
"Sister Nanxi, how can you say that about Brother Yan?"
Ji Jiaojiao tested it cautiously and cautiously.
Wen Nanxi put down the spoon, a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth:
"Oh, it's all my fault. I'll go apologize to him and try to comfort him. What do you think?"
Ji Jiaojiao: ...
She didn't dare speak.
Ji Jiaojiao had long noticed that Fu Ci Yan had special feelings for Wen Nanxi, and since she returned to China, Fu Ci Yan had always kept his distance from her, so she didn't dare to take the risk.
What if Fu Ci Yan was really coaxed by Wen Nanxi?
Then what does she have to do with it!
Wen Nanxi didn't have much appetite, so he ate a little and went upstairs.
Ji Jiaojiao went to the company.
The atmosphere in the entire Fu headquarters was extremely low, and everyone was busy working. She went all the way to the president's office, and as soon as she reached the door, she heard Fu Ci Yan cursing.
Several executives were scolded and left in disgrace.
Yu Zhao stood beside Fu Ci Yan, not daring to breathe, for fear of being implicated.
"Brother Yan, I brought you some breakfast."
Ji Jiaojiao stood timidly at the door, her voice gentle and considerate, as if she wanted to show concern but was too embarrassed to step forward.
When Fu Ci Yan saw Ji Jiaojiao coming, his expression improved a little, but the depression in his heart had not yet dissipated.
"Bring it here."
Ji Jiaojiao acted as if she had received a blessing. She trotted a few steps and placed the lunch box on the desk. Inside was a bowl of millet porridge and some steamed dumplings as side dishes.
Fu Ciyan drank his porridge slowly and asked casually:
"Did she drink that bowl of brown sugar and longan soup?"
Ji Jiaojiao subconsciously lowered her head, then looked up cautiously, as if she wanted to say something but didn't dare to. This made Fu Ci Yan frown again, and his voice became much lower.
"What did she say?"
Ji Jiaojiao whispered:
"Sister Nanxi didn't drink it... She said she wouldn't drink soup cooked by a scumbag."
Bang--
The bowl of porridge was placed heavily on the table, and Fu Ci Yan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
Ji Jiaojiao quickly comforted:
"Brother Yan, don't be angry. Sister Nanxi is just angry... She definitely didn't mean to call you a scumbag."
Fu Ciyan felt that the porridge was sour and bitter, difficult to swallow, and pressed his forehead irritably:
"If you don't want to eat it, throw it away."
Seeing the fire was ignited, Ji Jiaojiao struck while the iron was hot:
"Brother Yan, Sister Nanxi is actually just worried about the project. Otherwise... I should leave Aurora."
Fu Ciyan felt a little soft-hearted when he saw her pitiful look. After all, she was the sister he had raised, and her brother died because of him, so he always felt guilty towards Ji Jiaojiao. He comforted her:
"It has nothing to do with you, you don't have to blame yourself."
Ji Jiaojiao listened, holding her chin with both hands, her eyes sparkling:
"Brother Yan, how about I help you persuade Sister Nanxi? After all, she is my sister-in-law. I want to see you guys doing well. Can I stay in your villa for the next few days?"
Fu Ciyan was a little surprised:
"Do you and her get along?"
Ji Jiaojiao nodded vigorously:
"After all, we are both girls. I always feel that my sister-in-law has some misunderstandings about me, so she is targeting me. I will have a good talk with her when she calms down. I don't want you to quarrel all the time."
Fu Ci Yan didn't expect that Ji Jiaojiao still had this intention, but she was right. Wen Nanxi always refused to communicate with him recently, and he was a little at a loss as to where to start.
Women are always easier to talk to.
"Then stay here. I'm going on a business trip these days, so you should spend some time with her."
Ji Jiaojiao smiled and secretly planned how to kick Wen Nanxi out of the villa.
She wants Wen Nanxi to be ruined!
…
Wen Nanxi rested for a day before she felt her stomachache was better.
Fu Ci Yan and Ji Jiaojiao came back together in the evening.
Fu Ci Yan was still wearing the suit he wore when he went out in the morning. The stiff fabric made him look tall and straight. His indifferent eyes swept across her lightly without stopping for a moment.
The little girl next to him was obviously taller than him. She was lively and playful, pure and innocent. They were talking and laughing in a very harmonious manner. She subconsciously took the coat that Fu Ci Yan took off and hung it aside.
She suddenly felt that Fu Ci Yan and Ji Jiaojiao were quite a good match.
The overbearing president and the cute little princess, who are also pseudo-siblings, would create a taboo atmosphere in the novel.
Mrs. Yu greeted him warmly and asked about his well-being.
Wen Nanxi sat alone at the dining table, isolating the three people in the living room by himself.
Fu Ci Yan licked his back teeth when he saw her like this.
There is a feeling of being treated coldly and violently.
"Why, am I, a two-faced scumbag, bothering you when I come back for dinner?"
Wen Nanxi paused with his chopsticks and looked over:
"Then you leave?"
Fu Ciyan: ...
Ji Jiaojiao picked up a piece of pork ribs for Fu Ciyan:
"Sister Nanxi, please stop being angry. This is Brother Yan's villa."
Wen Nanxi put down her chopsticks:
"Oh, I'll go then."
There were ten dishes, half of which she didn't like, and the other half had coriander in them.
There is a pair of scumbags and bitches showing off their love in front of me.
This meal is inedible, it's unlucky.
She walked to the first staircase and turned to look at Fu Ciyan coldly:
"Men should eat less coriander, it kills sperm."
Fu Ciyan: ...
It turns out that women who are menstruating should not be messed with.
Wen Nanxi put on her coat and went out. Although the project was snatched away by Ji Jiaojiao, Lisa still gave her a bonus.
With money in her pocket, wouldn't it be nice for her to go out and eat?
The sound of the door closing seemed to be filled with indifference. Fu Ciyan looked at Mrs. Yu:
"Sister Yu, what did I say last time?"
Mrs. Yu was a little embarrassed:
"Aren't you and Miss Jiaojiao here? You both love cilantro, and it's because she made two dishes by herself..."
The more Mrs. Yu spoke, the lower her voice became, but she still grumbled unconvincedly:
"Not eating cilantro is just pretentious. Just eat it all when you're hungry."
Fu Ciyan threw away his chopsticks with a forced smile:
"Who said I like cilantro?"
Mrs. Yu choked and said, "Haven't you liked eating it since you were a child?"
Fu Ciyan lost his appetite, stood up from the table and walked towards the door:
"No, it kills sperm."
Mrs. Yu: ...
"Also, if you can't do the job here, Sister Yu, I can replace you with someone else."
The door was slammed shut again, frightening Mrs. Yu so much that her face changed.
Ji Jiaojiao didn't dare to say a word the whole time. She could see that Fu Ci Yan was really angry.
Fu Ciyan went out and got in the car. He pointed at the online taxi that was leaving a trail of dust in front of him and said to Xiao Li:
"See that car? Follow her."
Xiao Li responded and quickly stepped on the accelerator, secretly complaining in his heart.
Why is the president still playing the game of her running away from his wife with his wife?
A man's heart is like a needle in the sea, it is impossible to guess.
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