Seeing the computer she turned around, Rong Zhan moved closer, bringing the two of them closer.

"The writing style is really poor." Rong Zhan curled his lips in disdain, casually swiped twice on the computer, and gave a fair evaluation.

Su Yang: “…”

"This should have been written by an intern. Logically, such a text should not have been approved for broadcast. Even if it accidentally got to the anchor, every news anchor must have a lot of experience and would have noticed and corrected it in time when it was broadcast."

"You went to the entertainment department, and you are still in contact with the news file?"

"'Idol Descends' is just an entertainment variety show I took on. If I just give up everything on the news department, I'm afraid the rumors that I used my husband's influence to bring in money will be confirmed."

Rong Zhan narrowed his eyes, keenly catching the two words in her words, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Whose influence did you just say you relied on?"

Su Yang was slightly stunned. After thinking about it carefully, his heart trembled slightly and his eyes shifted slightly: "Your momentum."

"I know. Please repeat what you just said."

“…”

Seeing his harmless appearance, Su Yang knew that this guy did it on purpose.

"I'll go and rush for the meal."

Perhaps it was because his gaze was too scorching for her to ignore. Thinking back to the two words that she had just blurted out inadvertently, she felt embarrassed and annoyed. She subconsciously changed the subject and wanted to get up and run away.

"ah……"

But Rong Zhan was quick to grab her wrist and with a gentle tug, pulled her back so that she fell and sat on his lap.

Su Yang was panicked by the weightlessness of his body. He hugged his neck reflexively. When he came to his senses, he saw that he was talking and laughing. He slapped his chest twice in anger: "Rong Zhan, you are sick. If you touch the wound again, do you want to change the medicine?"

Seeing that he deliberately raised his hands away, Su Yang's nervous heart calmed down at once. He quickly let go of his hands and wanted to get up from him, but the hand around his waist pushed him back down.

"Excuse me?"

Su Yang calmed down and regained her senses. She slapped the hand on her waist away and stood up calmly: "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. We are husband and wife. Is the word 'husband' worth making such a fuss for Mr. Rong?"

"I'm not making a fuss about it. It's just that this is the first time I hear you, so it sounds a little unfamiliar. Mrs. Rong, why don't you call me by your name a few more times so that I can get more familiar with it?" Rong Zhan lightly swept his leg with his hand suspended in the air, and the corner of his mouth raised with a smile that seemed like a smile.

Su Yang felt a little embarrassed by his teasing, so he turned his face away and went to the room with his computer.

Soon, the hotel staff brought in dinner. Looking at the steak on the table, Rong Zhan walked to the door, leaned against the wall, and knocked on the door: "Come out for dinner."

The door was opened, and Su Yang was stunned when he saw the person leaning against the door. He walked past him calmly, went straight to the dining table, pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at the steaks neatly arranged on it.

"Western food?"

"dislike?"

"I can't say I hate it, but I can't say I like it either."

"Then I'll ask you what you want to eat, whatever you say is fine." Rong Zhan snorted lightly, frowned, and prepared to turn around to get his phone to call the front desk to change the meal.

“I didn’t say I didn’t eat.”

Su Yang calmly picked up the knife and fork, cut the medium-rare steak elegantly and calmly, put it in his mouth, chewed slowly, and nodded: "It tastes good, why don't you try it."

"Tsk, fickle."

Su Yang looked at the knife he threw away calmly, slightly curved her red lips, and let out a pleasant and pleasant sneer: "How dare you say that to me? You knew that your hand was injured, but you still ordered a steak. Aren't you making things difficult for yourself?"

"I am happy to do so."

Seeing his stubborn and arrogant look, Su Yang glanced at him and was too lazy to argue with him. He put down the knife and fork in his hand, pulled his plate of steak over, picked up his knife and fork, and helped him cut the steak into pieces.

“Hey.”

Su Yang picked up a piece of steak with a fork and handed it to him. He originally thought that he would reach out to take it, but unexpectedly, as soon as he reached out, he leaned over, opened his mouth, bit off the beef on the fork, and tasted it with relish.

"Well, it should be because of the change of cook. The taste is much better than before."

"Eat it yourself."

"I am a wounded man."

"When did you lose that hand?"

"I'm not used to using my left hand." Rong Zhan raised his eyebrows, a smug smile on his lips, and signaled with his eyes: "Give me another piece. I'm hungry. I didn't eat lunch."

Later on, Su Yang had to eat while taking care of the 'disabled person' next to him. His hands were never idle, and the prince would criticize him for all kinds of things, saying that the pieces were too big or that he was fed too fast. He kept giving him all kinds of instructions and he enjoyed it.

No matter how good your temper is, your patience will be worn out. What's more, Su Yang himself doesn't have a very good temper. He just quit and slammed his knife and fork on the table.

"I'm done eating." Su Yang stood up suddenly, pushed the chair behind him away, and glanced at him coldly.

"Where are you going?"

"bath."

"I haven't finished eating yet." Rong Zhan looked at her innocently.

"I don't care about you." Su Yang said these three words coldly and went straight back to the room. He took out a set of clothes and skin care products from the suitcase and went to the bathroom.

Hearing the bathroom door being shut heavily, Rong Zhan raised his eyebrows frivolously, leaned back in his chair leisurely, laughed, and murmured softly: "This anger is not as good as a cold face, tut."

After finishing his work in the evening, Su Yang closed his computer, stretched his muscles, walked to the door and heard the sound of Rong Zhan and Qin Yu still chatting about work outside, so he went back, lifted the quilt and lay down.

I tossed and turned for several times but failed to fall asleep. Thinking that the nap I took in the afternoon was indeed long enough, I simply put the pillow next to me behind my back and used my phone to check the flight ticket back to the capital tomorrow.

After checking the time, Su Yang finally chose a flight at 3:30 in the afternoon. Just as he booked the ticket, the door of the room was pushed open and a tall and handsome figure walked in.

"Are you done?"

"Um."

"I just booked a ticket back to the capital tomorrow afternoon."

"What time?" Rong Zhan walked over and stretched out his hand to her.

Su Yang handed him the phone. After he took it, he carefully scribbled and tapped on it. He frowned and stood up and leaned over: "What are you doing?"

Thanks for the gift from Meng Meng Baby. It's a waste of money! I'll add another chapter to express my gratitude 　　 　 (End of this chapter)