"I'm already downstairs and will be back soon." Fu Jingting replied warmly.
Rong Shu heard this and smiled, "That's great. I happen to be making the last dish. I'm not afraid it won't taste good after it cools down. So hurry up and start eating right away."
"Yeah." Fu Jingting nodded slightly.
After the call ended, he put down the phone and opened his legs that were folded together.
It looked like he was finally ready to get off the bus.
Sure enough, the next moment, after Fu Jingting put away his mobile phone, he opened the car door, bent down and got out of the car.
Assistant Zhang also quickly lowered the driver's seat window and called out to the man who was about to walk towards the elevator, "Mr. Fu."
Fu Jingting stopped and frowned, as if he was dissatisfied with him for stopping him who was about to go home.
"What's the matter?" Fu Jingting pursed his lips, his tone obviously impatient.
Assistant Zhang's mouth twitched again and again.
Okay, is it his fault for delaying his return home?
Assistant Zhang rolled his eyes inwardly.
Who just stayed in the car without moving after it stopped?
At that time, I didn’t see him hurriedly getting out of the car and going home.
Now that Miss Rong called me, I started to go back anxiously.
Hey, man!
Although he was complaining like this in his heart, Assistant Zhang didn't show it on his face and asked with a smile: "Will I pick you up tomorrow?"
"What do you think?" Fu Jingting asked expressionlessly.
Assistant Zhang glanced at Rong Shu's empty parking space and fell silent. After a few seconds, he spoke again, "I understand, Mr. Fu, what time will you arrive tomorrow morning?"
"Eight o'clock." Fu Jingting thought for a moment and gave a time.
Assistant Zhang nodded and took note of it.
Fu Jingting turned around and left again.
Assistant Zhang thought of something again, stretched out his hand from the car window, and called him again, "Mr. Fu!"
Fu Jingting was really angry this time. He turned around with a dark face and said, "You'd better have something important to do, otherwise you should go back to the group and work the night shift now."
"..." Assistant Zhang took a breath.
This man is really cruel!
"Mr. Fu, I want to say that no matter what happened between you and Miss Rong, I hope you can have a good talk with Miss Rong after you go back tonight and try your best to resolve the misunderstanding so as to avoid further trouble in the future. After all, Rong
You almost sacrificed your life to pursue Miss Miss. I don't want you to break up because of some minor conflicts or misunderstandings. Mr. Fu, let me say this, do you...understand?" Zhang
The assistant looked at Fu Jingting and asked cautiously.
As an assistant, it was extremely inappropriate for him to interfere in his boss's personal feelings.
But he really couldn't bear to see Mr. Fu and Miss Rong separated. Mr. Fu only loved to fall into pain once.
Therefore, he plucked up the courage and courage to give his own suggestions.
I just hope Mr. Fu won’t blame him.
In fact, Fu Jingting really didn't mean to blame Assistant Zhang.
He's not the kind of person who doesn't know what's good or bad.
Assistant Zhang said these words out of concern for him, so that he would not punish Assistant Zhang indiscriminately because of his behavior.
"You don't need to tell me about this, I will do the same." The displeasure on Fu Jingting's face disappeared, replaced by a cold calmness.
This shows that he no longer cares about Assistant Zhang's behavior of calling him out three times just now.
Nor would he care about Assistant Zhang Yuju's rude behavior of interfering in his personal feelings.
After Assistant Zhang heard this, he was relieved. He patted his chest and laughed, "That's good. I won't delay Mr. Fu's reunion with Miss Rong. I'll leave first and come back tomorrow morning."
Fu Jingting hummed.
Assistant Zhang rolled up the window, backed up the car, then turned around and left.
Fu Jingting rubbed his eyebrows and entered the elevator.
Two minutes later, Fu Jingting opened the door to the apartment and walked in.
As soon as you step into the entrance hall, a refreshing aroma of food hits your nostrils.
Smelling this fragrance, Fu Jingting's face became gentler and softened, and his whole body's temperament became gentler, no longer as cold and indifferent as he had been in the parking lot just now.
Fu Jingting changed his shoes and walked into the living room.
There was no one in the living room, only a few dishes and soup were placed on the dining table.
Seeing these dishes, Fu Jingting's eyes flashed with surprise.
Tonight’s meal is so rich!
You know, there are only two of them, and they usually eat at most four dishes and one soup, so it doesn’t cost much.
Sometimes I still can’t finish it, after all, my appetite is there.
But tonight, she cooked so much. There were six or seven dishes on the table alone, not counting soup.
Is there anything good tonight?
She does so much!
Fu Jingting took off his coat, hung it on a shelf, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.
The woman was not in the living room, and there was movement in the kitchen. It was obvious where the woman was.
Fu Jingting's walking movements were very light, so light that there was almost no sound.
When he came to the door of the kitchen, Rong Shu was standing behind the cooking table, her head lowered, doing something seriously.
But it was blocked by her body and Fu Jingting couldn't see it.
But this did not prevent Fu Jingting from leaning on the kitchen door frame, crossing his arms and staring at her figure.
The woman has a good figure. She is 1.68 meters tall. She is not the tallest among women, but she is not short either.
In particular, Rong Shu's body proportions are very good, with a complete nine-head-to-body ratio, and the overall figure looks very tall and outstanding.
Coupled with the protruding front and back, slender waist and long legs, she is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes away.
Fu Jingting's eyes were constantly looking back and forth at the woman's waist and perky buttocks. His eyes were dark as if he wanted to take everything in, making people dare not look at each other too much.
Perhaps because his eyes were too straightforward, Rong Shu vaguely noticed something, stopped the carving knife in her hand, turned around, and met Fu Jingting's deep and dark eyes.
"Ah!" Rong Shu trembled, completely startled.
When Fu Jingting heard her cry, he immediately came to his senses, crossed his long legs and came to her, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and asked urgently, "What's wrong?"
Rong Shu looked at the man's nervous look and said with a smile: "I'm fine, I was scared by you. Suddenly I turned my head and saw a person standing at the door. Anyone would be scared, but you were too.
You didn’t say a word when you came back, not even a sound, isn’t that scary?”
Hearing this, Fu Jingting breathed a sigh of relief, "Sorry, I just wanted to see what you were doing. I didn't expect to scare you."
He really didn't mean it.
I didn't expect her to react so much when she saw him.
Rong Shu looked at the man's apologetic look and patted his arm gently, "Okay, I'm fine. It's not your fault. I was too focused just now, so I was scared so easily."
"What were you doing just now?" Fu Jingting looked past her and looked behind her.
Rong Shu turned around and replied: "Carving flowers."
She picked up the half-carved pumpkin and smiled sheepishly, "The last dish needs to be beautifully presented. I forgot to buy an orchid, so I planned to carve one myself. I learned it online for a while.
It's simple in appearance, but difficult to make. It took me a long time to carve it, but I didn't expect the result to be so poor. It was crooked and it didn't look like a flower, but like a puddle of mud."
Fu Jingting chuckled, "It's a bit similar, but it can still be saved."
"Can this still be saved?" Rong Shu opened her eyes in surprise.