The prince who wears the past and the present has come from afar

Chapter 41

When the phone rang, Chu Zishen and Fu Zhiyuan were lying in bed.

Originally, these two people were calm and self-disciplined, and they also had a good work and rest schedule and the perseverance to get up, but last night they... Well, it was a little late to go crazy, and this had the effect of one plus one less than zero.

One arm of Chu Zishen was still under Fu Zhiyuan's neck, and the other arm groped on the bedside table a few times, picked up his mobile phone and held it up in front of his eyes for a glance, then turned his head and said to Fu Zhiyuan, "It's my sister."

After saying this, he slid the answer button: "Sister? Got off the plane?"

"Yeah!" Fu Jinyu's excited voice came from the phone: "I'm in Hawaii! It's really nice here, I was jet-lagged yesterday, now I guess you should get up, Brother Ninth, the first call you received this morning was from me Bar?"

The girl's crisp voice came from the other end of the phone like a cannonball. Chu Zishen had just woken up, and the core speed was not enough, so he answered her with a long "uh—"

There was still a little sleepiness in that voice.

Fu Jinyu was taken aback: "Ninth brother, you didn't get up? Did I miscalculate the time difference? But I did the calculation three times and then checked it with my mobile phone—" The next words came to an abrupt end, as if being strangled by someone.

It seemed that she understood.

Chu Zi let out a low laugh: "What else do you want to say?"

The voice that woke up in the morning was already a little hoarse, but the voice was processed with radio waves and made a bit magnetic. Coupled with Chu Zishen's unique gentle smile, it was indescribably charming. Fu Jinyu seemed to be burned by the phone, and the muscles in his arms suddenly twitched. With a shake, he hurriedly said: "I'm hanging up, I'm hanging up!"

There was a beeping busy tone on the phone.

I don't know who she looks like with this hot-tempered personality.

Chu Zishen put the phone back on the bedside table, and smiled while putting it down: "The hibiscus tent is warming up the spring night, and the king will not go to court early from now on. People really can't do things that are wrong to their hearts. If they wake up late today, they will be caught."

Fu Zhiyuan has come to his senses, and continues to lie on his side with his pillow on Chu Zishen's arm, raising an eyebrow: "She disturbs people's spring dreams, what are you so guilty of. Do you know it's your girl's handwriting?"

"Hey, hello." Chu Zichen smiled lightly and moved the arm under Fu Zhiyuan's neck: "That's your sister."

"——It must be your apprentice's instigation. Do you want to bet?"

"Forget it." Chu Zishen immediately let out a muffled laugh, obviously knowing that he would be wrong in the calculation.

Fu Zhiyuan found a more comfortable position on Chu Zichen's arm, inserted his other hand into Chu Zichen's soft hair, and suggested, "Sleep for a while?"

"Don't." Chu Zishen twitched his arm: "You are on paid leave now, and I have to work for another week."

Seeing that Chu Zishen wanted to get up, Fu Zhiyuan didn't want to continue to sleep.The two got up from the bed, both topless, with traces of being too hot last night on their skin.

Chu Zishen took out a new shirt, buttoned it in front of the mirror, straightened the collar, and then lightly tapped his neck with his hand: "You must have been too excited last night. The color is too dark. I have to go to work today." .”

There is a purple hickey on the side of his neck, obviously the mark of being sucked and bitten for a long time.

Fu Zhiyuan snorted with a half-smile: "You're not excited." He hadn't buttoned up his clothes yet, with his arms open, walked behind Chu Zishen, opened his arms to the big full-length mirror, and showed it off. Rose-colored traces of himself.

"It's true that the color is not as deep as yours—but the seal you kissed on me doesn't seem very good either."

While talking, Fu Zhiyuan twitched his eyes, and cast a slanted glance at Chu Zichen, the meaning in his eyes was clearly revealed: You have such a bad taste and still tell me, are you guilty?

Chu Zishen laughed loudly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it turns out that my husband knows Xiaozuan—in that case, when you confess to others next time, don't write Xiaozuan wrong again, so as not to be pointed out by the visiting history professor again." .”

These two leisurely and affectionate guys gave each other a few words, and the pink bubbles they made when their auras collided made people want to burn them to death.After talking enough boring nonsense, they washed their faces and brushed their teeth together.

It was a rare day for Fu Zhiyuan not to wear formal clothes, but to wear a set of casual clothes.Standing side by side in front of the mirror with Chu Zishen, the two of them couldn't help but turn their heads to look at each other - they usually wear formal clothes together, even the style and size are the same, but today they are different, so they are not used to it.

Chu Zishen commented: "I'm weak, but it looks fresh."

Formal clothes and military uniforms are enough to dress up a person. Fu Zhiyuan's usual temperament is quite elite when paired with formal clothes. Now that he wears casual clothes, his aura also changes and becomes much gentler than usual.

Fu Zhiyuan laughed: "Don't just think I'm weak, you should change your clothes too."

He found a set of casual clothes of the same color from the closet and handed them to Chu Zishen. Chu Zishen turned his back and changed into his clothes naturally—even deliberately raised his collar to cover his neck.

Then the two stood side by side in a crooked manner again, admiring the beauty of themselves and each other in front of the full-length mirror.When adjusting the collar, it is inevitable that the shoulders collide and rub, and the eyes meet each other again.

When the two of them had calmed down, they interlocked their fingers and went downstairs together in casual clothes of the same color.Fortunately, there was no one else in the family except them, otherwise they would have been blinded.

The food was not placed on the table as usual, Fu Zhiyuan was stunned for half a second before realizing: "Mother Song asked for leave last night. You just came back in time, I didn't have time to call the housekeeper..."

To be precise, after Chu Zishen came back in a hurry last night, they rolled into a ball on the bed. Who else had the heart to think about housekeeping.

Chu Zishen shook his head helplessly: "It's a good thing you don't go to the company today. Then I'll just have a bite on the way, and you can order it yourself."

"What's the use?" Fu Zhiyuan stretched out his hand to stop Chu Zichen: "It's better to eat breakfast at home, it's hot and comfortable. I'll cook this morning, and it's okay to cook some porridge."

It's not that men can't cook, but it's rare for people like Chu Zichen and Fu Zhiyuan to cook.Chu Zishen took a curious look at Fu Zhiyuan, and then heard Fu Zhiyuan say: "But I haven't cooked for a long time, my hands are a little raw, you will be late for work?"

Chu Zishen immediately stated his attitude clearly and straightforwardly: "If you are late, you will be late. If you don't check in for the seventeenth game, at most I will deduct my bonus."

Then they have to dare to deduct it.

Fu Zhiyuan smiled with satisfaction, turned and went into the kitchen.Chu Zishen also followed, observing Fu Zhiyuan's work closely.

"Although I'm completely mentally labored now, I didn't know much about cooking and washing clothes at that time." Fu Zhiyuan was chatting with Chu Zichen while splashing water and washing rice, recalling bitterness and sweetness: "Grandpa sent me as a gift back then." I went abroad to study, and there was a limit on living expenses. I shared the rent with others, and the electricity and water bills were paid together, and the housework was done in turn. I cleaned the floor, cleaned the glass, and I even sewed buttons.”

Chu Zi smiled deeply: "That's really rare."

"It's quite rare." Fu Zhiyuan put gold on his face without hesitation: "Others with the same family as me, none of them are as miserable as I am. Grandpa looks down on my father, afraid that I will be disabled at home, Send me directly abroad to grind. The food is so unpalatable, I would rather go back to China to eat steamed buns."

"Heaven does not save everyone to save themselves." Chu Zi said with a deep smile: "You see, don't you know how to cook porridge? It's quite useful now."

"That's right." Fu Zhiyuan sighed pretentiously: "This is how the skill of cooking is refined."

While washing and washing the rice, he boasted to Chu Zishen: "The food I cooked at that time was very famous among those studying abroad, because I was careful and accurate, and the food I cooked was very delicious."

"I don't dare to mention Buddha jumping over the wall, but I can still cook home-cooked dishes with confidence."

However, after he returned to China, he kept his ten fingers clean and raised him little by little according to the young master's treatment. Now he can only support a soy sauce bottle in the kitchen, and he is very unfamiliar with washing rice.

He turned his head and saw that Chu Zichen was still idling there, so he dug out a piece of ham and threw it to Chu Zichen: "Help me cut it up. I'll make ham porridge later."

His attitude was so natural, as if he had forgotten the old adage that "a gentleman stays away from the kitchen", and he also forgot that Chu Zishen was a native of ancient times.

Chu Zishen took the ham without any objection, picked a handy one among the knives, pulled out the chopping board and started cutting.While cutting, he shook his head and sighed: "The gentleman is far away from the kitchen. The famous name of Chu's life was ruined by the hands of a child named Fu Huangkou. Alas!"

Although he complained so much in his mouth, he cut it with joy in his hands.

Fu Zhiyuan sneaked a glance at him in his busy schedule, saw that his ham-cutting skills were good, and decided not to compare the truth with him.

If calculated according to Chu Zishen's body in this life, he is about ten years younger than Fu Zhiyuan, so how can he call Fu Zhiyuan a "yellow mouth boy".

Chu Zishen smiled and said nothing, brushing and dicing.He cut it twice to find the feel. The ham under the slice was thin and neat. After a rough scan, the spacing between each slice was almost the same.

After cutting it for a while, he decided that enough was enough. After all, this was to add ham to porridge, not porridge to ham.However, he seemed to like the feel of cutting things. He went to the refrigerator for a while and took out two cucumbers.

Every time he came and went to the refrigerator, he had to pass Fu Zhiyuan. Fu Zhiyuan took a look and said, "There is no cucumber in the porridge, it's not good."

"En." Chu Zishen responded calmly: "Look at your hard work, I'll try to make a cold dish."

Fu Zhiyuan was slightly shocked: "You can cook?"

"No." Chu Zichen replied simply and neatly: "Just try it, I have seen Song Ma mix cold dishes."

Although he doesn't know much about cooking, he has seen it, and he thinks it won't be too difficult to cook it himself - it's just a cold dish.

Chu Zishen was thinking while cutting cucumber shreds.Not to mention the taste of the food, just speaking, his knife skills are pretty good.

He reckoned to put salt and soy sauce, patted garlic, and stirred clumsily.

Fu Zhiyuan was almost done with it, so he came up and posted it: "Give me a bite."

Chu Zichen hadn't tasted the cold dishes he had mixed, but he felt that they were not bad, so he picked up a few with chopsticks and put them into Fu Zhiyuan's mouth.

then……

... On the same day, Chu Zishen was involved in a case of intentional injury.