Chapter 401

After dinner, Yu Manxi finished cleaning the table, and the work of washing dishes fell on Fu Sinian.

When he was an adult, he moved out to live alone. He couldn't cook, wash dishes and clean up. Song Fengwan was sitting on the sofa playing a small game [jump] brought by wechat.

"You play this too?" Yu Manxi sat beside her.

"Your score is so high." Song Fengwan and Yu Manxi have been friends for a long time. They can see each other's ranking, "how did you play so many points?"

Song Fengwan bit his lip and was annoyed. Why did he always jump and die.

"Oh - I've given up the game." Yu Manxi said softly, "when I finished the exam, I would occasionally play games to relax. That day, he was working, so I played on the side all night..."

"He sat next to me and drew me a picture."

"What picture?" Song Fengwan is curious.

"What did he say? He compared the jump time with the distance as a function. The range and height, what is equal to, multiplied by what, and divided by what. Finally, he talked about the acceleration of gravity and got me a set of formulas."

"I had already found some feeling, but he said that I would not be surprised."

Song Fengwan is stunned. Yu Guang glances at the it man washing dishes in the kitchen.

"It's relaxing for me to play a game. Is it necessary to be so tired?"

"Does this formula work well?" Song Fengwan is curious.

"It's very easy to use, but the fun of playing games is gone." Yu Manxi shrugged, "you sit down, I'll cut some fruit for you."

Song Fengwan bit his lip, "Xueba's world is too crazy."

"Is it delicious?" Fu Chen sat beside her and didn't say anything.

Song Fengwan turns his head and looks at a loss. What's good to eat?

"Look, you've been biting..."

Fu Chen's face, which was a little too good-looking, came over before his voice fell.

Lian Mei hang Mou, eyes fell on her clenched lower lip, voice slide to the lowest, ambiguous low, "I try."

Song Fengwan has not made any response yet, and his lower lip is held by him.

He had just had some red soup, and his lips were still burning hot.

Thin hot, containing, biting, canthus slightly hook, voice gentle, "delicious."

Fu Shen held her lips and her voice was vague and low. Song Fengwan reached out to push him away. After all, it was someone else's home. Fu Shen grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips.

"Be afraid of what, those two people are busy, won't come over."

His lips were hot and humid, his fingertips were sensitive, and his voice was deep and attractive. He ran into her heart, and his blood vessels were jumping, and his blood was rolling, and his heart was pounding.

Fu Sinian and Yu Manxi are talking in a low voice. It seems that they won't come out for a while.

Fu Chen pressed song Fengwan on the back of the sofa. As soon as the hot breath blew over her chin, her soft lips stuck to her.

Although it's just a little bit of water, it's full of potential.

After Yan Wangchuan came, as long as he was free, he would take song Fengwan out for dinner. Their time was completely squeezed, and the number of times they met was greatly reduced.

When Yu Manxi came out of the kitchen, Fu Shen and song Fengwan were sitting on the sofa.

Except the little girl's face was scarlet and her lips were red and swollen.

"Wanwan, I think you always want to learn how to cook, or I'll teach you? Anyway, it's still a long time before dinner. It's not difficult to make simple dishes. "

Fu Sinian's face suddenly broke down, "are you going to teach her to cook?"

"What's the point?"

"How bold."

Yu Manxi's face is muddled. If you want to learn a simple stir fry, how can you be bold.

Song Fengwan had this idea. After Yu Manxi invited her, she said yes.

About four o'clock in the afternoon, they went into the kitchen.

Fu Chen gets up directly, "Si Nian, go to your side to sit down?"

It could be dangerous next.

Fu Sinian nodded.

**

Song Fengwan didn't specially learn it. Just looking at her posture with a knife, Yu Manxi was startled.

Is this cutting vegetables?

It's a typical cut.

Even when she cut vegetables, she was afraid that she would cut her hand. After she almost smashed her pot, Yu Manxi knew why Fu Sinian said she was brave.

Just then, the doorbell rang outside.

"Late, don't move until I come back." After Yu Manxi's advice, he rushed to open the door.

She thought it was Fu Chen who came from the next door. After all, he didn't have the password for her door. She didn't think much about it, so she opened the door.

When she saw the two women at the door, her pupils dilated slightly, and there were two people in black standing beside her.

The two people outside are also carefully looking at Yu Manxi, wearing the simplest black bottoms, black trousers, beautiful slender peach blossom eyes, not moving sentimental, spring mountain green, clear and black.

Two people outside the door, one of them is only over 20 years old. She is wearing a soft silk skirt and a classic windbreaker of a big brand. She is gentle and quiet. She has been nurtured for so many years and has been influenced by music, chess, calligraphy and painting, which makes her look very dignified.

"What are you doing here?" Yu Manxi talked to them without any warmth and politeness.

"Don't you invite us in?" The woman at the front spoke.

She is Yu Manxi's biological mother Zou Li, and the one beside her is the well-known miss of he family——

He Shiqing.

"Come in, please." Yu Manxi gets out of the way and lets them go in.

When Zou Li came into the room, she looked at the room carefully, smelled a burning smell from the kitchen, and frowned slightly, "won't you come back home?"

"Would you rather live here? There are so many houses in our family. How can you find such a place? "

"He and Ning fan don't have a clear quarrel. If someone knows, we miss he'll have to be criticized if we live outside."

Zou Li is always on airs. Although she is a mother and daughter, she has no warmth at all.

In her eyes, she is just a bereaved star. She only cares about he Shiqing. She can't remember that she has a daughter who was left in the countryside and whose life and death are unknown.

When she first entered the he family, he Shiqing was not shouting about eating western food. He's chef made a steak, but she couldn't even take a knife and fork.

She can't read big characters, can't even write her name, and is often ridiculed. Even he's family members say that she is a "barbarian". She has been corrupted by the environment, so it's useless to pamper her.

In the countryside, she only used a few cents, plastic cream, where to know what cream, so there was no joke.

Her skin was black and rough, and she was rustic and sloppy. When she first entered the gate of he's house, she was barefoot, because her mother said:

"The shoes are too dirty."

Yu Manxi pulls back her thoughts and looks at the he family's mother and daughter standing at the entrance, "don't you mean I don't deserve the surname he?"

"So I still don't use the name before, for fear of humiliating you again."

"Don't worry, I will never tell you who I am, who my family is, and I will never let you be criticized. If you don't have important things, there are still guests in my family, so I can't entertain you."

Yu Manxi has no feelings with them either. When she was a child, she felt depressed and desperate. After going out for so many years, she has long been open to them.

Facing them again, although the heart fluctuates, the surface can be calm.

"I'm your mother. If you don't come to see me, I'll come to see you. I'll drive me away as soon as I come in? What kind of guests are you entertaining? So much style? "

Zou Li is holding the bag and is ready to go inside.

Nearly hit song Fengwan who rushed out of the kitchen.

Song Fengwan thought it was Fu Chen, but he heard the sound of high heels. He thought it was Yu Manxi's friend and wanted to go out to say hello.

Just listen carefully, and you will find that the dialogue between them is not like that.

A woman is arrogant, and there's nothing shameful about it. It's clearly a deliberate choice. She lowers her head and cuts vegetables, but rushes out.

Before seeing song Fengwan, Zou Li watched the lamp smooth over the blade.

A white glare of light from the front of a flash, stabbing people's eyes.

"Ouch -" Zou Li subconsciously stepped back. Fortunately, he Shiqing helped her in time, "Mom, be careful."

Song Fengwan seems to realize that he is still holding a knife in his hand, "I'm sorry, I'm cooking."

He's mother and daughter look at Song Fengwan. She combs her long hair and wears an apron. It's really like cooking.

"I've just learned how to cook. I'm a little strange. I'm afraid you're scared. I'm sorry." Song Fengwan apologized sincerely, as if he didn't mean to bring up the knife.

But no one cuts vegetables with the handle of a knife.

She's obviously trying to kill people.