Fu Yanye nodded, but his expression was full of energy.

Zhuo Jian was so stared at by his phoenix eyes that she immediately covered the camera and hurriedly said to him: "Don't call me if you have nothing to do."

She hung up after saying that, like a thief, threw the phone away and ran downstairs.

Fu Yanye stood at the window, facing the scorching sun, but his mood improved inexplicably.

——

Ouyang Ping cooked noodles, tomato and egg noodles for breakfast.

Zhuo Jian took a sip of the soup and asked her: "Do you think the taste is a bit bland?"

"Don't you like your food too salty? Can I add some soy sauce?"

Ouyang Ping knew Dan, but their voices were surprisingly consistent.

"I'll add it myself."

Zhuo Jian thought for a while, then carried the bowl to the glass counter, but when he was picking up the soy sauce, he looked up and saw vinegar, and then unconsciously focused on the bottle of vinegar.

Ouyang Ping smelled the sour smell and couldn't help but look at Zhuo Jian: "Aren't you going to add soy sauce?"

"Suddenly craving sour food."

Zhuo Jian murmured, not thinking there was any problem, and sat back down holding the bowl.

Ouyang Ping...


Chapter completed!