After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

Chapter 69 The Pink Apron

Fu Wenyuan woke up wrapped in a burst of warm food aroma.

He put on his bathrobe casually, opened the door sleepily, and shouted towards the kitchen: "Xie Shan, why haven't you gotten out yet..."

Half of the frosted sliding door was pushed open, and half of his head suddenly poked out. Ye Rong said with a crooked smile, "Mr. Fu, it's me."

Fu Wenyuan didn't dress properly, he was used to casually at home, his loose pajamas didn't even button up, and he could see his neat and beautiful abdominal muscles with a light shake.

Ye Rong glanced intentionally or unintentionally, then slowly put his furry head back.

Fu Wenyuan woke up suddenly, remembering that he had kicked Xie Shan out of the house.

Now the home is the world of two of him and Ye Rong!

Ye Rong ran out with a small casserole, put it on the table, touched his earlobe, and saw that Fu Wenyuan's attention was all on the pink apron of the cartoon bunny on his body, he felt a little embarrassed, "I brought this by myself. Yes, I bought it at a discount in the supermarket, and I usually wear it casually at home."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and took a small bowl to fill the hot porridge to dry, and urged Fu Wenyuan to wash up quickly, and said earnestly: "You can drink it directly when you come."

Fu Wenyuan didn't know what he was thinking, his Adam's apple moved slightly, he hummed after a while, rubbed his brows and turned back to wash.

By coincidence, the pink bunny apron on Ye Rong kept spinning in his mind.

The soft black straps of the apron were knotted around Ye Rong's neck and waist.

It matched his fair complexion very well, and when he was crying or sweating, it would turn into a light and soft pink, which was so pleasing to the eye.

Fu Wenyuan thought silently, the anger that was suppressed until dawn last night was inexplicably filled with an ordinary apron, and the firewood was poured with oil.

When Fu Wenyuan came down again, Ye Rong's sweet pumpkin porridge had been reheated several times.

Fu Wenyuan said sorry in a suit and tie, came over and sat down, Ye Rong lowered his eyes in a little disappointment, and handed over the bowl and chopsticks.

Ye Rong put a spring roll on Fu Wenyuan's plate.

The soft, glutinous fragrance at the entrance made Fu Wenyuan in a trance for a while. A bouquet of dewy fiery red roses stuck in a glass vase on the table was reflected in his eyes. look over here.

Fu Wenyuan has never had much memory of the past between him and Ye Rong, but in this situation, he is absolutely sure that they must have had such a peaceful and warm time.

Two people sit facing each other, drinking a bowl of porridge or biting a piece of cake in the morning light, beside a bouquet of flowers, amidst the ticking of the swinging wall clock.

Fu Wenyuan guessed that the self at that time probably felt the same as the self at the moment, and felt that this was his most sincere wish in the world.

Ye Rong saw that he took a sip and stopped eating, but stared at himself without speaking, so he put down the spoon and leaned over to wonder: "What's the matter, doesn't the taste suit your liking? If you want something sweet, you can put some more sugar……"

However, history is always surprisingly similar, and Mr. Fu's weird brain circuits are always the same.

His eyes fell on the yellow pumpkin porridge in front of Ye Rong, and he said softly, "I want to taste your bowl."

Ye Rong seriously doubted whether Fu Wenyuan had any special hobbies: "..."

Ye Rong smacked his lips, although he explained to him that the taste was the same, but he obediently handed over his bowl and spoon.

Fu Wenyuan didn't answer, but the old trick was repeated and he was fed by Ye Rong's hand, as if he was tasting some delicious food.

His extremely aggressive eyes faced Ye Rong directly, moved inch by inch, and finally stopped on his light-colored lips.

The soft pumpkin is mixed with fragrant rice grains to make porridge for a long time, and the sweet but not greasy taste is lingering on the tip of the tongue for a moment.

"Your taste is really sweet."

Fu Wenyuan commented after tasting it carefully.

Ye Rong's eyes widened slightly upon hearing this, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was making a serious evaluation or flirting.

Chinese culture is as broad and profound as ever...

He coughed and withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, lowered his head and continued to drink the porridge, but his ears turned red quietly.

[The author has something to say: the update in the next two days may not be stable, things are all piled up, I'm sorry everyone > people <]