Chapter 11 Uncle, are you very familiar with Shen Nanzhi?
"Who does Mr. Fu want to pursue?"
Shen Nanzhi met Fu Qingyan's eyes in surprise.
Those eyes were hidden behind the lenses, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
But she was also really curious about what kind of woman could make someone like Fu Qingyan actively pursue her.
"You want to know?"
Fu Qingyan asked back.
For some reason, Shen Nanzhi's heart suddenly jumped.
She hurriedly looked away and lowered her head to look at the cup. "If you don't want to say it, Mr. Fu, you can just pretend I didn't ask."
Fu Qingyan decided to quit while he was ahead.
He restrained himself and looked away, his voice low: "You will know later."
Then he changed the subject, chatted for a few minutes, and asked Shen Nanzhi to rest early.
The rain outside started to fall again.
After Shen Nanzhi packed up everything and went to bed, she felt relaxed and exhausted.
There are several unread messages on the phone.
[Jiang Zao: Miss Chen, I'm sorry for causing you trouble today. I've already transferred the balance to your bank card. The extra amount is just mental compensation.]
[Jiang Zao: Thank you for letting me see his true face. I have decided to divorce him.]
Shen Nanzhi checked the text message and found that a sum of money had indeed arrived, and the amount was twice the original balance.
She typed a line of words and replied.
[You deserve better, Zhou Zilang doesn't.]
Zhou Zilang is Lu Yanzhou's good brother. Now it seems that birds of a feather flock together.
It's all garbage produced in the same trash can.
Shen Nanzhi tossed and turned until midnight, fell asleep in a daze, and was woken up by thirst again.
She left the room and went to the kitchen to get some water.
But he saw Fu Qingyan in the living room.
He was wearing loose home clothes, his black hair was messy, and from the angle where Shen Nanzhi was standing, only his clear and sharp jaw could be seen.
Fu Qingyan was looking for something in the drawer.
"Mr. Fu."
Shen Nanzhi hesitated for a moment and then stepped forward.
When she got closer, she realized how pale the man's face was.
His brows were tightly furrowed, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he was holding his abdomen with one hand, looking very painful.
Shen Nanzhi reacted immediately and she quickly squatted down.
"Mr. Fu, where is the medicine? I'll get it for you."
"It should be... in the drawer."
The hoarse voice revealed a sense of weakness. Shen Nanzhi searched two drawers and finally saw a small white bottle.
"Is this it?"
"Thanks."
Fu Qingyan poured out two pills and swallowed them dry. His long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyelids.
Shen Nanzhi then went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of water, one of which was handed to him.
"Give."
After drinking a glass of water, Fu Qingyan's frown relaxed a little.
He raised his hand and rubbed his brow, saying, "Sorry for disturbing you."
Ana Shen shook her head, pondered for a few seconds, and asked tentatively: “Stomachache?”
Fu Qingyan hummed lightly, "It's an old problem, don't worry."
The living room was quiet for a moment. Seeing Shen Nanzhi still standing there, Fu Qingyan's handsome brows frowned again.
"Go back to your room and rest first."
The hour hand of the clock on the wall pointed to the number four.
Shen Nanzhi was no longer sleepy.
She thought about what happened yesterday, and then realized that she had hardly eaten anything the whole day, and Fu Qingyan was with her, but she hadn't seen him eat anything.
In an instant, Shen Nanzhi felt a bit of self-blame in his heart.
"I'm not sleepy, Mr. Fu. I saw some noodles in the kitchen just now. Do you want some?"
In the seven years she has been with Lu Yanzhou, she has learned a lot.
One of them is cooking.
But no matter what she made, Lu Yanzhou would just take a few bites perfunctorily and say he was full.
Later she found out that she and Ji Yunshu were full.
Thinking of the clown-like past, Shen Nanzhi couldn't help but reveal a hint of irony in his eyes.
Soon, Fu Qingyan's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Let me do it."
After taking the stomach medicine, the colic had subsided. Apart from feeling a little weak, Fu Qingyan felt fine.
He was tall and slender, half a head taller than Shen Nanzhi.
The shadows of the two people overlapped and entangled on the wall.
Shen Nanzhi asked him to sit down and rest, and his attitude unconsciously became a little strong.
Looking at Shen Nanzhi's serious face, Fu Qingyan stepped back and said that he would help.
The kitchen is large enough to accommodate two people.
They divided the work and cooperated with each other, and their tacit understanding was like a loving couple.
The ready-made tomatoes and eggs are just enough to make two bowls of tomato and egg noodles.
Fifteen minutes later.
Shen Nanzhi and Fu Qingyan each held a bowl and sat at the dining table.
The steaming smoke blurred the vision and the fragrance was fragrant.
Fu Qingyan's eating movements were elegant and there was nothing wrong with them.
Only then did Shen Nanzhi realize that he was not wearing glasses.
His pale and handsome facial features have a stronger visual impact, and his temperament is cold and noble, with a sense of alienation.
Perhaps because her gaze was too direct, Fu Qingyan stopped eating and looked up to meet her gaze.
“Miss Shen, is there something on my face?”
Being caught peeking, Shen Nanzhi couldn't help but blush in embarrassment.
“No, no.”
Ana Shen stuttered for a moment, then added, “I’m just curious that someone like Mr. Fu can actually cook.”
She had observed it just now in the kitchen.
Fu Qingyan's knife skills are very skillful, he doesn't look like a novice.
"In the Fu family, it's the men who cook."
Shen Nanzhi was surprised.
She knew that the Fu family was a top chaebol that was no less powerful than the Lu family.
Fu Qingyan said that it was the men in the Fu family who cooked, which was no less than hearing the sun rise from the west.
Fu Qingyan pretended to be casual and asked, "Lu Yanzhou can't cook?"
When mentioning her scumbag ex, Shen Nanzhi's face turned visibly ugly.
Fu Qingyan apologized immediately.
"I'm sorry, I'm not..."
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Ana Shen, “No need to apologize, it’s not your problem.”
After all, they are related by blood. Lu Yanzhou and Fu Qingyan are simply two extremes.
Shen Nanzhi couldn't help but begin to doubt his own vision.
The restaurant fell silent again.
Neither of them spoke, and the moment Shen Nanzhi put down his chopsticks, Fu Qingyan took the initiative to stand up and start cleaning up.
Shen Nanzhi wanted to help, but was firmly rejected by him.
"It's getting late, you should go back to your room and rest, I'll be here."
Fu Qingyan's narrow eyes were deep and contained an unquestionable look.
Shen Nanzhi had no choice but to give up.
I don’t know if it’s because she was full, but Shen Nanzhi slept soundly in the second half of the night.
When I woke up, it was already eleven o'clock.
Shen Nanzhi was a little annoyed that she overslept the first time she stayed at someone else's house, and she couldn't help but speed up her packing.
When she packed up and went out, she found that besides Fu Qingyan, there was another familiar face in the living room.
Shen Nanzhi hid back again.
Lu Yanzhou's voice came to his ears, and he asked Fu Qingyan.
"Uncle, are you and Shen Nanzhi... very familiar?"
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