Chapter 244 My OCD Triggered?
He had a gloomy face on the way back and hasn't recovered yet. Does he need to drown his sorrows in alcohol?
Tang Wan'er pouted and complained somewhat unhappily, "Uncle, you're so unpredictable all the time, it's easy to scare a little baby like me! If you're in a bad mood, why don't you tell me? I'll help you analyze it, maybe talking it out will make you feel better! My friends all think I'm a joy to be around. Wherever I am, there's usually laughter and joy."
Fu Yanzun frowned slightly; he didn't like using the word "unpredictable" to describe himself.
He considers himself a man who can control his emotions.
But thinking about it carefully, it seems that ever since he met this girl, his emotions have inexplicably become anxious and insecure.
He couldn't explain why.
He thought it was a bit far-fetched to say that he fell in love with Tang Wan'er.
They don't even have the most basic understanding of each other, so talking about feelings is a bit too superficial.
Perhaps it's because this girl's personality is just too difficult to control; she's not the obedient little rabbit who does whatever you want.
Well, she's not the obedient type either.
Perhaps he was used to being in control of everything, and the sudden escape of someone from his control made him feel irritable?
He glanced at Tang Wan'er, who was still dripping wet, her hair pattering down onto the beige leather sofa.
Her fair and pretty little feet were bare as she stepped on the cold floor tiles.
Fu Yanzun sighed, and much of the resentment he had felt dissipated.
"Put your shoes on and dry your hair."
Tang Wan'er hates anything tedious, such as why you have to blow-dry your hair after washing it. She thinks it's a waste of time and hates hair dryers because they make her face feel so dry.
Besides, the temperature is already very high in the middle of summer, wouldn't it be cooler to go barefoot?
No one has ever cared about her in these matters since she was a child, so she has long become somewhat unruly.
"It's too much trouble. I don't like blow-drying my hair, and I don't like wearing shoes. It's not winter, why should I wear shoes?"
Fu Yanzun stood up without saying a word and then went up to the second floor.
Tang Wan'er pouted.
She glanced at the footprints she had left on the ground.
And then there were water stains on the sofa; she suddenly understood something.
This man's OCD must have flared up again; he's upset that she's dirtying his place, right?
Living with a man who's obsessed with cleanliness must be a real headache.
She thought Fu Yanzun had gone back to his room to sleep in anger, but she didn't expect that when he came down, he was carrying a pair of slippers in one hand and a hairdryer in the other.
For some reason, I felt that he looked a bit ridiculous.
But I also felt a strange warmth, even though it might be because he was annoyed that I had dirtied his place, which is why he did that.
But I don't know why, I still feel a warm feeling in my heart.
Fu Yanzun placed the slippers beside her feet. "Put your shoes on."
Tang Wan'er didn't know whether she felt guilty or was intimidated by his aura, but she obediently put her two little feet into his shoes.
Fu Yanzun plugged in the power cord, walked behind the sofa, and gently began to blow-dry Tang Wan'er's hair.
Tang Wan'er was a little flattered and a little unaccustomed to being served by others.
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