"That's right, I have surpassed Mr. Hia, and Hia always looks condescending.
What's the use of looking good?
After all, a mute is just a mute."
The sounds of several people laughing and joking came from the kitchen, and Fu Shiwen's face darkened. After entering the kitchen, he glanced at the people eating in the kitchen with an indifferent expression.
Fu Shiwen put the bowl and plate on the chopping board, turned around and left as if nothing happened.
When these people saw Fu Shiwen come in, their hearts were hanging.
I thought that Fu Shiwen would say a few words to them, but who would have thought that she would act like a normal person.
It can be seen from this that she is a soft cabbage bun.
"Look at her, she's still a wife, she can't even control us."
Several people looked at each other and smiled sarcastically.
Fu Shiwen came out of the kitchen and exhaled heavily.
She had heard these words too much, and she thought she could get some peace and quiet here, but she didn't expect that someone would still look at her in this way.
She smiled bitterly and walked back to the room slowly.
On Ouyang Xia's side, he went to the garden next door to find Shu Yanxiu.
Ouyang Xia sat at the dining table and asked the chef for a bowl of rice. This was not the first time Ouyang Xia had eaten rice. He had long been accustomed to it.
Shu Yanxiu looked confused when he saw that Ouyang Xia hadn't eaten.
"Are you guys quarreling again, or do you dislike the food cooked by your kitchen mother?"
Shu Yanxiu looked at Ouyang Xia.
Ouyang Xia sighed.
"Oh, don't mention it. I face a mute every day. When I get home, there is no life in the house at all. I feel irritable and uncomfortable."
Ouyang Xia said, inexplicably remembering the scene of Fu Shiwen sitting at the table when he pushed the door open.
He felt that he must be possessed by a ghost to think of that woman.
He was a little irritable and even lost the desire to eat.
"I don't understand the relationship between husband and wife, but you need to communicate more with her."
communicate?
comminicate?
Ouyang Xia looked at Shu Yanxiu like a madman.
"Are you sure what you said is effective? Try communicating with a mute."
Shu Yanxiu immediately closed his mouth. It was really difficult to communicate with a mute.
"What's wrong with me?
But the little mute can write, so you might as well try to listen to the voice in her heart.
In fact, the little mute is really good."
After Shu Yanxiu finished speaking, Ouyang Xia raised his eyes and glanced sideways at Shu Yanxiu.
"You always praise her, why don't you just live with her?"
Ouyang Xia didn't realize at all that his own words were a bit sour.
Shu Yanxiu pouted, what he said was the truth.
"Don't make random jokes like this in the future. If you make random jokes, don't come to my place to make a living in the future."
After Shu Yanxiu finished speaking, he lowered his head and ate seriously.
After Ouyang Xia finished eating, he glanced in the direction of his garden, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank while looking worried.
Shu Yanxiu accompanied him silently, and the two of them clinked glasses quietly and tacitly.
The sky was gradually getting darker. After Fu Shiwen took a bath, she felt empty and a little nauseous. She put on her silk pajamas and went to the kitchen to cook herself a bowl of glutinous rice balls and brought it to the room.
Before she could take action, Ouyang Xia came back smelling of alcohol.
Fu Shiwen held a spoon in his hand, and the glutinous rice balls in the spoon looked shiny under the light.
Ouyang Xia threw the suit in his hand onto the sofa, fastened the two buttons on the collar, and sat quietly opposite Fu Shiwen.
"Tangyuan again?
Do you like glutinous rice balls so much?"
Ouyang Xi looked disdainful, Fu Shiwen lowered her eyes, and she put the dumplings in the spoon back into the bowl.
Her wrists were slender and white, and against the backdrop of Ouyang's heirloom bracelet, Fu Shiwen's skin looked even more milky white.
Ouyang Xia looked a little lost in thought, and his Adam's apple surged uncontrollably.
“If you don’t eat it, it will get cold.
Ouyang Xia reminded, Fu Shiwen paused and slowly put the glutinous rice balls into his mouth.
She may have never particularly liked food in her life, except for desserts.
The reason why she makes so many desserts is because when she is in a bitter mood, making some desserts will make her mood better.
Fu Shiwen's eating posture is very slow and very beautiful. At first glance, she gives people the feeling of being weak and boneless, and her hands are powerless, making people want to hold her in their arms uncontrollably.
Ouyang Xia's deep eyes were full of undercurrents, and he held the cigarette between his long and well-joined fingers, but he never took a puff.
Under the dim and warm light, Fu Shiwen's mouth and cheeks moved softly.
Ouyang Xia was fascinated for a moment.
"Is it tasty?"
In the quiet atmosphere, he suddenly couldn't help but ask.
Fu Shiwen slowly raised his eyes and nodded.
"Give me one and I'll have a taste."
It was obvious that Fu Shiwen was extremely surprised. She tightened her hand holding the spoon, pursed her lips, scooped up a glutinous rice ball, caught it with her hand, leaned forward slightly, and handed it to Ouyang Xia's mouth.
Ouyang Xia really opened his mouth. The soft and glutinous texture of the glutinous rice balls suited his appetite.
Ou Yanxia stared at Fu Shiwen's uneasy expression and raised the corners of her mouth uncontrollably.
"It tastes very good, keep eating."
Ouyang Xia said, put out the unsmoked cigarette in the ashtray, got up and went directly to the bathroom.
Fu Shiwen thought she was drunk. This was her room. What was he doing in the bathroom?
Fu Shiwen quickly stood up to help Ouyang Xia, pointing to the door of the room with fearful eyes.
"You go and eat your food, I'll take a shower and come out."
Ouyang Xia said and had already entered the bathroom.
Fu Shiwen raised his hand to stop him and put it down after thinking about it.
Where does she get the right to stop him?
After all, this is Ouyang Xia's home.
Fu Shiwen finished a bowl of glutinous rice balls, placed the bowl and plate on the table, took a pen and wrote a string of words in her special little notebook.
After that, she sat quietly in front of the window, looking at the night downstairs through the glass.
Ouyang Xia went in quickly and came out quickly. When he came out again, Fu Shiwen's white bath towel was wrapped around his waist. The water stains on his upper body were not wiped off. The water droplets slowly stayed along the clear-textured muscles. Fu Shiwen hurriedly turned his head away in panic.
, with trembling hands, he handed the small notebook to Ouyang Xia.
Page 1: "Mr. Ouyang, you are in the wrong room.
You're drunk. Do you want me to call someone to take you back to your room?"
Ouyang Xia groaned coldly, took a step forward and stretched out his hand to tear off the paper.
Fu Shiwen took a step back, but she still held the small book tightly.
Page 2: "You really are in the wrong room."
Ouyang Xia was stunned. This woman reminded her over and over again that she was in the wrong room. Could it be that she had forgotten that the entire garden belonged to him?
He can sleep in whichever room he wants to sleep in.
Ouyang Xia was a little impatient, so he took another step forward, grabbed the notebook, and tore off the second page with a sharp sound, wanting to see what was written on the third page.