Chapter 27 Chapter 27 Let's do something love
Chapter 27
He did it?!
This was somewhat unexpected. Shang Ziyi had never thought that a gifted child like Fu Zhou could cook. His arrogant look showed that he was a pampered young master.
It was hard for her to imagine him cooking in front of the stove with his sleeves rolled up.
"You're kidding me, right?" Shang Ziyi was so surprised that she forgot to keep her distance, letting their breaths blend and linger together.
"I never lie." Fu Zhou moved closer. Not only did their breaths intertwine, but their eyelashes fluttered as if they were touching. "If you don't believe me, I'll show you next time."
His voice was low and gentle, like the tinkling sound of spring water falling to the ground in a mountain stream, and one could even taste the mellow aroma of wine.
When I hear it, my heart is moved.
Although there were people in front of him, it was as if he saw fireworks, and he was standing there at the moment when the fireworks were blooming.
The fireworks were too dazzling, Shang Ziyi's breathing stopped and she subconsciously stepped back.
She used too much force and fell backwards. Seeing this, Fu Zhou put his arm around her waist and said "be careful".
Shang Ziyi gasped and broke free from his hands, saying in a coquettish voice, "Don't touch me."
Her voice was trembling and not very strong, and coupled with her misty eyes, it sounded like she was acting coquettishly.
Fu Zhou withdrew his hand, his eyes still fixed on her cheek, "Are you okay?"
"Try what you did just now and see if you can still be okay?" she pouted.
Fu Zhou had no experience in coaxing women, and he didn't know what to say in this situation. He simply kept silent, took the new spoon handed to him by the servant, and placed it in front of Shang Ziyi, "The porridge is getting cold."
Shang Ziyi's heartbeat quickened, her cheeks flushed, and she no longer had the heart to eat the porridge. She stretched out her hand and pushed it away, "I don't want to eat anymore."
"Why aren't you eating? Didn't you just say you were hungry?"
"I'm so angry with you." She said deliberately.
"What did I do?" Fu Zhou was a little confused. He seemed to have done nothing.
"Next time you talk, just speak clearly and don't get so close to me." Shang Ziyi bit her lip and said shyly.
"What if I don't want it?" Fu Zhou leaned over again calmly, staring at her straight in the eye. "Is this it? Or this?"
He approached little by little, and by the time Shang Ziyi realized something was wrong, the distance between them was only a fist.
The lingering breath, the intertwined smells, and the awkwardness that could be felt just by opening her mouth made her unable to utter a word.
"We've got the marriage certificate," Fu Zhou said suddenly. "Everything we do is legal."
Shang Ziyi: “…………”
"We haven't had the wedding yet." Shang Ziyi placed her slender fingers on his chest, "We need to keep our distance."
Fu Zhou gently curled the corners of his lips, glanced at her blushing face, and said softly, "Okay, keep your distance."
He stepped back and didn't go any further.
After Shang Ziyi finished her meal, they went to the living room together. Only then did Shang Ziyi notice the several photo albums on the coffee table.
"This is?"
"We're taking wedding photos tomorrow. You can choose which one you like first."
Shang Ziyi picked up a book at random, flipped through it, put it down, picked up another one, put it down again, picked it up and put it down again for the third time, and said helplessly, "Did you choose these?"
Fu Zhou: “A friend recommended it.”
"I don't like it." Shang Ziyi pouted, "It's too ordinary, not amazing at all."
"So what kind do you like? Tell me and I'll find it."
"I don't have a particular favorite, whatever feels right is fine."
No one could do anything without saying anything specific, but Fu Zhou still agreed, "Okay, I'll do it right away and write you back before evening."
Shang Ziyi: "The team must be top-notch. No casual ones are acceptable. I don't need too many dresses, just a few dozen will do. Ordinary ones are not acceptable. I want one designed by a famous designer, and the wedding dress must be inlaid with diamonds."
"By the way, the shoes should also match."
"Do you know the size of my feet?"
"I can--"
"I know." Fu Zhou suddenly spoke.
"Huh? How do you know?" Shang Ziyi asked with trembling eyelashes, curiosity in her watery eyes. She didn't remember telling him the size.
"That night, I kissed and touched her." Fu Zhou said calmly.
That night...
Shang Ziyi's cheeks flushed. If that was true, he had touched more than just her feet. He had touched every part of her body.
"The size of the dress..."
"I know that, too."
Fu Zhou had measured her waist, which was as thin as a hand, and her proud breasts, and he still remembered them vividly.
Shang Ziyi: “…” There’s really no way to chat anymore.
She stood up and said, "I'm sleepy. I'm going to take a nap. You can go now."
Fu Zhou held her hand, slowly raised his head and looked up at her. Shang Ziyi vaguely saw a look of worship in his eyes.
She thought it must be her illusion. How could he possibly worship her?
"W-what?"
"There's one place I don't know the size of, so you have to tell me."
“…”
Shang Ziyi pulled her hand away, "Where?"
Fu Zhou stood up, changing his angle of looking up to looking down. He looked at Shang Ziyi, watching the blush on her cheeks spread behind her ears and then to her neck, before he spoke slowly.
"Broad shoulders," he said. "That night, you didn't let me touch you."
Shang Ziyi's shoulders are ticklish and painful. She feels uncomfortable all over when touched, so she resists being touched by others.
"Nonsense, that night... you touched him." She muttered softly.
He was so strong that she couldn't break free, but she finally let him touch her. However, he didn't touch her continuously like he did other places.
"Did you touch it?" Fu Zhou said, "I don't remember."
With this posture and tone, Shang Ziyi suddenly didn't know how to continue the conversation. She hesitantly said, "You go first. I'll send you the detailed measurements on WeChat later."
Seeing that he didn't move, she cried out and pushed him, "Go, go quickly."
She was so embarrassed.
Fu Zhou curled the corners of his lips and turned to leave.
Shang Ziyi waited for him to walk out the door, then went upstairs. She didn't know if she was distracted by him or what, but her legs were weak. After going upstairs, she kicked off her shoes and lay down on the bed.
I took the phone, opened WeChat, found his profile picture, and started typing.
After typing, if you feel it is wrong, delete it and re-enter it.
After a moment, I still felt that something was wrong, so I deleted it and entered it again.
It took five or six repetitions before it was sent out.
Fu Zhou quickly replied: [Okay.]
He is always different when we meet and chat.
When you meet him, his eyes are murderous, his voice is seductive, and even his breath can devour you.
When chatting, he was as cold as an ice man, without any warmth at all.
The most infuriating thing is that he speaks concisely and efficiently, without a single word of nonsense.
Shang Ziyi sent another message.
[You said it would be done before evening, not even a minute later.]
Fu Zhou: [Yes, okay.]
Shang Ziyi: [Besides typing these two words, can you do anything else?]
Fu Zhou was slow to reply this time.
After seeing his reply, Shang Ziyi covered her face with her hands, whimpered, and fell on the bed, shaking her legs and kicking them wildly.
Fu Zhou: [Why do I feel like something is wrong with my bust? It seems too big.]
*
Fu Zhou had Shen Yang deliver the plan before dusk.
Shen Yang said respectfully: "These are the best teams in Europe. You can choose whichever one you think is suitable."
Shang Ziyi pinched it with her fingertips and flipped it over, pretending not to care and said, "Why are you here? Where is your Mr. Fu?"
Shen Yang: "Boss Fu has a meeting to attend and can't spare the time."
After hearing this, Shang Ziyi's favorable impression of Fu Zhou decreased by one point, and her resentment towards him increased by one point.
"I really work so hard that I forget to eat and sleep," she said.
Shen Yang was a sharp man, he immediately understood what was going on and explained, "It's a very important cooperation project, worth tens of billions, Mr. Fu can't leave."
Shang Ziyi: "Businessmen pursue profit, that's right, money is more important."
Shen Yang: “…”
Shen Yang changed the subject, "The dresses were made in Milan, and they are all designed by well-known designers. If you don't like them, you can always change them."
Shang Ziyi raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows, "If I want to change my husband, can I still do it?"
Shen Yang coughed for a while, "Boss Fu has booked a restaurant and invited you to dinner tonight, what do you think?"
Shang Ziyi covered the album tightly and said calmly, "I'm busy."
Who doesn't know how to do something like this?
Shen Yang touched the tip of his nose and complained in his heart, it was just as the rumors said, it was not easy to serve.
It’s better to let the boss teach himself how to coax people.
He left first, using the excuse that he was busy.
Shang Ziyi didn't mean to make things difficult for her, she was just angry. He begged her to marry him, but he didn't show up for such an important event as taking wedding photos. It was too much.
snort.
She touched her belly and whispered, "Baby, your daddy is not good at all. We don't like him anymore."
The little guy in her belly was clearly just an embryo, but she actually responded. Shang Ziyi was surprised and asked, "Did you move?"
No matter what, just think of it as the baby moving.
She continued to whisper: "Shall we go play with Aunt Fan Xue?"
"Okay, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as your agreement."
Fan Xue was getting so stressed out by the pressure of getting married that she rushed over in a hurry after receiving Shang Ziyi's call.
"What's wrong, baby?"
Shang Ziyi recounted all of Fu Zhou's "evil deeds" and asked, "Did he go too far?"
Fan Xue: "It's a multi-billion dollar business, so of course work is important."
"You mean I'm not as important as hundreds of billions?" Shang Ziyi was nitpicking, with the corners of her mouth turned down.
"Who said that? You're the most important." Fan Xue coaxed her, "Can tens of billions be compared to you? Absolutely not."
"Fu Zhou is no good. I'll make him kneel on the washboard later."
Shang Ziyi's emotions came and went quickly, "I want to eat hot pot."
"Don't you hate the smell of mutton the most?" He said that it was not something a refined woman should eat.
"I suddenly like it now." Shang Ziyi touched her belly and said, "Maybe the baby likes it."
"If the baby likes it, then we'll eat it." Fan Xue said, "We must not let the baby down."
Shang Ziyi kept shouting that she wanted to eat, but in the end she didn't eat much, and it all went into Fan Xue's stomach.
"Your appetite is too small. The baby won't be full." Fan Xue said.
"I have no appetite." Shang Ziyi pouted, "I want to drink porridge."
"Porridge?" Fan Xue remembered. "Oh, there's a century-old porridge place in the west of the city. It's really delicious. Come on, I'll take you there."
The two went to the century-old store that Fan Xue mentioned, ordered porridge, and after taking a bite, Shang Ziyi covered her lips and went to the bathroom, fearing that she would vomit in the toilet for a long time.
Fan Xue was terrified, "Are you okay?"
Shang Ziyi shook her head, "It's okay."
"Is your morning sickness that bad?"
"It didn't happen before. It just started."
"Is there something wrong with the porridge?" Fan Xue said.
Shang Ziyi shook her head, "I don't know."
She rinsed her mouth and slowly stood up. Fan Xue helped her walk out. "You haven't eaten much. If you're not hungry, the baby will be too. Tell me what you want to eat and I'll go buy it."
Shang Ziyi curled her lips. "Porridge."
Fan Xue: “…”
Fan Xue: "You just vomited."
"It's not from this store." Shang Ziyi said, "It's from another one."
"Which other place?" Fan Xue comforted, "It doesn't matter how far or near, I'll take you there to eat."
"I can't eat it." Shang Ziyi's face turned pale. "It's not the porridge in the store, it's made by someone else."
“Who endured it?”
"Fu Zhou."
At eight o'clock, Fu Zhou received a call from Shang Ziyi. The first thing he said was, "I want to eat porridge, the porridge you made."
Fu Zhou had just finished a meeting and hadn't even had time to take a sip of water. The people in front of him hadn't left yet, but when they heard him speak, they all stopped.
"Now?"
"right."
"How about tomorrow?" Fu Zhou coaxed.
"No." Shang Ziyi said, "I want to drink it tonight."
Fu Zhou was helpless, "Okay, I'll make it and send it to you."
After the call ended, he raised his head and met Shudao's eyes. "What's up?"
Everyone shook their heads, "It's okay."
They hurried out of the meeting room and hid in the corner to discuss things.
"Mr. Fu's tone of voice was so gentle just now."
"I guess she's the future president's wife."
"I always thought Mr. Fu only knew how to curse people, but it turns out I was just superficial."
"I bet, when Mr. Fu gets married, he'll definitely be henpecked."
"I agree plus one."
"Agree and add two."
“…”
Shang Ziyi thought about it and felt that the delivery was too slow, so she sent a WeChat message.
【You should just come to my house and do it. 】
Fu Zhou: [Will uncle and aunt be able to do this?]
Shang Ziyi: [My parents are out on a trip and just called to say they won't be back tonight.]
Shang Ziyi: [Tonight it's just you and me.]
Shang Ziyi: [You can do anything.]
After a long time, Fu Zhou replied:
【Is it really possible to do anything?】
Shang Ziyi hadn't even caught her breath yet.
Fu Zhou then said: [Then do something you love.]
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