flstandardbreds Chapter 145 Can we remarry?
Chapter 145 Can we remarry?
The moment Fu Ruoshi was pushed away by her, a look of loss flashed across his face.
But he quickly cheered up and said, "I'll help you serve the food, you go sit outside."
Wen Zhixia was still not used to the way he lowered himself.
She could never tell whether Fu Ruoshi's current flattery was out of enjoyment of the pursuit or because he had not found a better alternative, because he had no shortage of suitors and ambition, and he was a person who would do anything to achieve his goals. For things that he wanted but were not easy to get, his ambition would be multiplied.
At this point, she was in no position to ask.
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Fu."
She made her position clear again.
"Wen Zhixia," Fu Ruoshi cooked for someone for the first time in his life, but was treated coldly. The young master got angry and said, "You are the first person to eat the meal I made myself. Can you think clearly before you speak?"
"The first one?" Wen Zhixia blurted out, "Are you sure you can eat this meal?"
"??? You question me?"
Fu Ruoshi put the dishes on the table with a bang, "Is cooking difficult?"
Wen Zhixia glanced at him, full of curiosity, and without being polite to him, she directly took the bowl and took a bite of the chicken leg, ready to criticize him harshly.
One bite, damn...
tasty.......
A slap in the face.
Wen Zhixia has a characteristic: she can't help laughing when she eats something delicious.
The chicken leg is marinated, but it is not salty or greasy, and has a burnt aroma. It bursts with juice when you bite it.
Takeaway, definitely takeaway.
Wen Zhixia didn't believe it and quickly took another bite of the scrambled eggs with tomatoes.
Although not as amazing as the chicken legs, the eggs are fresh and tender without being fishy, and the soup is rich and refreshing, which is also above average.
"When did you learn to cook?" Wen Zhixia was incredulous. "What did you use to roast the chicken legs?"
After all, Fu Ruoshi had studied abroad, and his cooking skills were not at the level of a master chef, but they were definitely decent.
"It's microwave-baked. You have all the seasonings in your kitchen. Can't I just search for a menu online?" Fu Ruoshi folded his hands. Seeing Wen Zhixia's surprise, he felt secretly happy. "Is it delicious? Don't pretend, tell the truth."
Wen Zhixia said nothing. After eating half a bowl of rice with scrambled eggs and tomatoes, he finally blurted out:
"It's not tasty, but I can change it if you wash the dishes."
???
Looking across the entire Jincheng, who else could make Master Fu cook and wash dishes?
Fu Ruoshi was unwilling, but when he saw Wen Zhixia, who had escaped death and looked listless, he couldn't bear to compete with her.
After dinner, Wen Zhixia leaned on the sofa in a daze, listening to the sound of Fu Ruoshi washing dishes and cleaning up in the kitchen, and it still felt very unreal.
But this sense of unreality disappeared when I saw the cigarette butt on the table.
If only all this could have happened half a year ago.
Wen Zhixia thought regretfully, and gradually she felt sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.
When she was half asleep, she felt someone picked her up, carried her into the bedroom, and gently placed her on the bed.
"I'm going out for a while," Fu Ruoshi's voice reached her ears, "I'll be back when you wake up."
When Wen Zhixia heard him say he was leaving, her heart felt empty for a moment, but then when she heard he was coming back, she felt relieved again.
When Fu Ruoshi left the community, the Maybach was already waiting on the roadside.
After getting in the car, Liu Zhen brought him a new key. "Mr. Fu, these are your wife's keys. We also found some criminal investigators from the Public Security Bureau. They checked and confirmed that the car was tampered with."
Fu Ruoshi's expression was calm, because this was exactly what he expected.
The previous fire in the park and Wen Zhixia’s brake failure today were both man-made.
Apart from Zhao Xiaoning, he couldn't think of anyone else who would do bad things so intensively in such a short period of time.
But why did he harm Wen Zhixia? Wasn't he the one he hated the most?
Fu Ruoshi was thinking.
Then, Liu Zhen sent a video to Fu Ruoshi. "Look, based on the driving records and electronic surveillance, we found this man in the hoodie loitering near your car, but he was well disguised. We are still looking for him."
Fu Ruoshi watched the video and his fists gradually clenched.
"Go to the Criminal Investigation Brigade," he said. "I have a clue, and I know how to investigate."
The taillights of the Maybach were like the blood-red eyes of a black panther, burning with thirst for blood, rushing into the rainy night.
In the middle of the night, the rain gradually got heavier.
Wen Zhixia was awakened by the sound of rain. She was very thirsty and got up to look for water.
The water in the kettle was still warm. Fu Ruoshi had boiled it for her before he left.
His cigarettes and lighter were placed next to him, as if to suggest that he would come back.
Wen Zhixia drank water and stared at the rain outside the window in a daze.
Fan Xiaolin sent her a message: [Baby, are you awake? ]
Wen Zhixia replied: [Wake up, baby, why are you still awake? ]
Fan Xiaolin: [I came back early. I just finished writing the manuscript. I'll bring you some food later.]
Wen Zhixia replied: [Don’t do that. Once you’ve submitted your manuscript, take a good rest. I also need to sleep for a while.]
After this message, Fan Xiaolin did not reply to her again. Wen Zhixia was no longer sleepy after taking a shower, and sat on the bed, looking at her phone boredly.
Not long after watching, there was a noise outside the door.
Wen Zhixia quickly got up from the bed and went to the living room. She heard the sound of plastic bags outside the door and thought Fan Xiaolin had come again.
"Bao, why are you so anxious at this time..."
When the door opened, it was not Fan Xiaolin but Fu Ruoshi.
Eyes facing each other.
Wen Zhixia opened the door in surprise.
"You're suddenly calling me so affectionately," Fu Ruoshi raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, "I'm quite embarrassed."
He went into the house and put the fresh vegetables, meat, eggs and milk he had bought on the table. Perhaps because of the rain, his hair was slightly wet and there was rain on his hands.
He lowered his head and cleared the food on the table without saying a word. He looked very homely, but his slightly stern expression seemed very abnormal. His brows were slightly furrowed, and he seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, which was rare.
Wen Zhixia watched him take out the food one by one and said awkwardly, "Mr. Fu, I'm very grateful for saving my life, but can you please stop doing this and that for me all the time? I said I can't afford it, and I'm not incapable of taking care of myself."
She asked herself that after being with Fu Ruoshi for a long time, she would say some cruel and harsh words to hurt others. Although she did not think so, she did not want to continue this endless game of chasing.
Hearing this, Fu Ruoshi paused.
"I told you not to call me Mr. Fu."
He put down his things and turned to look at Wen Zhixia:
"I know this is a hasty decision and you might think I'm playing games with you again, but I'm not. I've thought about it for a long time and I assure you I'm serious."
After saying that, he walked up to Wen Zhixia, looked at her stunned expression, pressed her shoulders, took a deep breath and said:
"Wen Zhixia, will you remarry me? Right now, I'll take you to America."
Before he finished speaking, he bent his knees and knelt straight in front of her.