Chapter 3 Oh my god, Xiaoting is starving!
Yunyang scrambled out of bed, quickly tidied herself up, and ran all the way to the restaurant.
Four and a half hours have passed. Could she have already been judged as attempting to escape?
Chop off her feet!!!
However, the long dining table, which could seat twenty people, was completely empty.
Only Giulio stood motionless beside the main seat, like a medieval sculpture.
When he saw her arrive, he merely lifted his eyelids slightly.
Yun Yang didn't dare to speak, so she could only imitate him and stand like a wooden stake next to him.
Time passed second by second, and when the hour hand of the wall clock pointed to 11:30, Guchiro finally moved.
He took the steps measured by his ruler, went upstairs, and arrived at the door of Fu Xiaoting's bedroom, raising his hand to knock on the door.
"Sir, it's lunchtime."
Yun Yang, who followed closely behind: "..."
It turns out the boss himself overslept.
Soon, Fu Xiaoting came out in a wheelchair. He was wearing a casual black silk shirt with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing his pale collarbone.
Yunyang stared intently at the man's retreating figure.
That's great, she also wants to walk while sitting.
Arrive at the restaurant.
The chef pushed the food cart and brought the dishes up.
Yun Yang glanced at it. Serving vegetables?
There doesn't seem to be anything worth laying out.
In the center of a huge white porcelain plate, there was only a small bunch of vegetable salad, so green it seemed to glow, and a small glass of unidentified green juice was placed next to it.
Fu Xiaoting looked at the healthy meal in front of him, his handsome face expressionless, but his heart was in turmoil.
[It's that again! It's that again! I'm the boss, not an animal! I really want some fried dough sticks and soy milk, or even just a scallion pancake!]
Yun Yang watched him silently.
Why doesn't the boss just say what he wants to eat?
Then it dawned on me: Oh, he's mute, he can't speak.
Does he not even know sign language, or is he simply illiterate?
That's so tragic.
Her thoughts were wandering when suddenly a cold gaze fell upon her.
[What's this nanny's name again? Yunyang. What's she up to? How's she supposed to eat if you don't get her a fork?]
Yun Yang's mind went blank, and goosebumps suddenly appeared all over her body.
He immediately picked up the fork next to Fu Xiaoting and respectfully presented it to him.
Fu Xiaoting, he was very fond of her.
Fu Xiaoting held his fork, poked at the grass on his plate a few times with a blank expression, forced himself to eat two bites, then pushed the plate away, signaling it to be taken away.
The chef and nutritionist standing to the side immediately broke out in a cold sweat, thinking there was something wrong with the food they had prepared.
Giulio's eyes also turned dangerous as he glanced at the chef's slightly trembling hands, as if considering which joint to start chopping from.
In the afternoon, Yunyang was taken to the study.
Jukiro made her stand by the desk, just stand there, doing nothing.
Behind the enormous mahogany desk, Fu Xiaoting was looking down at a document. He was extremely focused, his brows furrowed, and the atmosphere around him was frighteningly tense.
Yun Yang was bored out of her mind and could only steal glances at him.
[What kind of rubbish is this? What does "clean up the traitors at the dock" mean? Are you going to clean them up with a broom? Physical exorcism?]
Yun Yang almost lost her composure.
She watched as Fu Xiaoting picked up the pen on the table and drew a broom on a piece of white paper next to the documents.
After drawing the broom, he drew a little person riding the broom and wearing round-framed glasses.
After finishing drawing Harry Potter, he still wasn't satisfied and drew a pancake as tall as a person next to it.
Harry Potter eats a pancake.
Yun Yang was shocked.
Who says this boss can't make empty promises? This boss is incredibly good at it.
well.
However, it's also quite pitiful.
A once powerful figure suddenly lost his speech, couldn't use sign language, and was illiterate. He had to express his desire for a pancake by drawing pictures, but no one could understand them.
Life is so hard.
"Gurgle—"
A clear rumbling sound broke the silence of the study.
Yun Yang instinctively covered her stomach; it was normal for her to be hungry after missing two meals.
But then she realized that the sound wasn't coming from her.
The man in the wheelchair sat upright, his face cold and stern, but his heart had gone mad.
[I'm starving... I'm starving... I really want to eat something, fried chicken, burgers, cola, fries, spicy hot pot...]
Fu Xiaoting seemed unable to suppress his frustration any longer. He gripped the pen tightly and slammed it hard into the table!
"Duh!"
The expensive fountain pen nib is deeply embedded in the hard mahogany tabletop.
Still not satisfied, he pulled it out again, moved it to a different spot, and stuck it in again!
"Duh! Duh! Duh!"
He just stood there expressionless, frantically stabbing the table with his pen, again and again.
[Aaaaaah, I'm starving! Everyone, go die, go die, go die!]
Yun Yang was so startled by this sudden outburst of madness that she took a step back, instantly speechless at her earlier sympathy.
Why pity a mentally ill person?
After venting his anger, Fu Xiaoting seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He let go of the pen, letting it roll to the ground, and then lay motionless on the table.
Oh my god, Xiaoting is starving!
Yun Yang looked at the back of Fu Xiaoting's head, hesitated for a long time, and then carefully retreated.
Guchiro stood guard outside the door.
When she came out, a question mark appeared on her brow.
Yun Yang's lips curved slightly: "Should we get Mr. Fu some food? He didn't have any at noon..."
“No need.” Before Yun Yang could finish speaking, Jujiro interrupted her firmly, “The master has recently had a poor appetite and eats very little.”
Yun Yang: "..."
I'm impressed.
Even big shots have to limit their meals.
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