Gu Nanzhi's eyes lit up: "Is this a case of anger for beauty?"

A low laugh escaped Feng Chen's throat, and he rubbed Gu Nanzhi's head: "Well, forget it."

Gu Nanzhi rubbed his neck, and the man's hand grasped hers and asked, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

His palm was dry but a little hot, and it felt warm when he held it like this.

Gu Nanzhi looked down at the man's hand with visibly slender knuckles, and couldn't help but squeeze it: "Go home and cook it yourself. I want to eat the food you cooked."

Feng Chen gave a faint hum, which was considered to be in agreement with her words.

Gu Nanzhi put her head against his shoulder and wrapped her arms tightly around his.

Feng Chen lowered his head to look at her, with a hint of smile in his dark eyes.

Gu Nanzhi was angered by Wang Xiumei's arrogant look today. He went home and rummaged through the ingredients available at home, and found a recipe specifically for a spicy and sour recipe.

Gu Nanzhi was wearing disposable sanitary gloves and squeezing lemon juice into the chicken, mixing it while squeezing it. Suddenly his hand paused and trembled slightly.

She felt the hot temperature coming from her back and the cool breath of the man.

He wasn't completely close, but she could feel the man's shirt brushing against her clothes.

Feeling the man's warm breath brushing against his temples, Gu Nanzhi turned his head slightly, raised his neck and saw the man's resolute chin.

Normally, his chin was always tense and extremely cold and serious, but at this moment, her eyes felt that the lines were gentle.

The man said calmly: "Didn't you tell me to do it?"

Gu Nanzhi raised his lips: "I forgot it when I was searching for recipes. I will give you my seat later."

Her ears felt hot and she kissed the man's chin.

Feng Chen's low and seductive voice whispered in her ear: "So proactive?"

Gu Nanzhi's eyes were bright, but she didn't answer or refute. The man's lips were pressed against her earlobe.

She was very well-behaved at the moment, maybe because she was happy to protect her today.

Seeing her look like this, the man no longer felt suppressed and carried her away from the kitchen...

Gu Nanzhi was lying on the sofa panting slightly, with a thin layer of sweat on her face. She took out the paper towel on the coffee table and wiped it. The man next to her sneered when he saw her action.

Gu Nanzhi buried her face in his neck and said in a coquettish tone, "I'm hungry, you go cook."

Feng Chen's hot palm caressed her face: "Wait."

His shirt was a little wrinkled, which was caused by being grabbed by Gu Nanzhi. At this moment, he looked a little too casual, not at all the inhumane and cold-hearted person he was in the company.

He rolled up his sleeves, exposing the strong muscles of his forearms and went to the kitchen.

Gu Nazhi was lying lazily on the sofa. He had no energy left after being tortured by him, so he just turned over and looked at the man.

When she heard a sound coming from the kitchen, she smiled with a crooked eyebrow.

She shook her head, straightened her clothes, stood up, walked to the kitchen door, leaned against the door frame, and looked at the man's tall body standing in the kitchen.

The man didn't wear an apron, his sleeves were rolled up, and he stayed a bit casual while cooking.

Tsk, if she hadn't known that Feng Chen still had Bai Yueguang in her heart, maybe she might have fallen.

Think about it, who wouldn't like a man who can do everything he can to dote on you at home and wash your hands and make soup for you?

But it's a pity that this man is not destined to be hers.

Gu Nanzhi's eyes darkened, and she shook her head again to stop herself from thinking about these miscellaneous things, her eyes still focused on the man.

She walked up behind the man and she was already close to him while he was cooking vegetables.

"Aren't you tired?"

The man didn't look back. At this moment, her cheek was pressed against his muscular back. He clicked his tongue: "Don't make trouble."

"I just want to see you cooking." Gu Nanzhi pressed her cheek against his and rubbed his back a few times like a small animal: "Who would have thought that the famous Feng Shenfeng would always cook for me at home? Woolen cloth."

Feng Chen's voice was somewhat hoarse, and he said calmly: "If you want, you can go out and show off as Mrs. Feng."

This is another time to make her public.

Gu Nanzhi said nothing and just rubbed randomly on his back.

After the man finally cooked the dishes under her trouble, Gu Nanzhi was also arranging the cooking table.

After finishing everything, Feng Chen suddenly asked: "Where is your cell phone?"

"In my bag."

As soon as she finished speaking, the man had gone to the living room to take out the mobile phone from her bag and came back.

"Take a photo and send it to Feng Yu."

The man handed the phone to Gu Nanzhi, and Gu Nanzhi chuckled: "Why didn't you say send the photo to Shen Zechuan?"

The man glanced at her faintly: "It's less than three months old. If you want to send it to him, that's not impossible."

Gu Nanzhi was speechless for a moment, oh, it turns out that Feng Chen still remembered that he couldn't disclose this matter for less than three months. No wonder he only sent it to Feng Yu.

Gu Nanzhi leaned against the kitchen door and took a picture of the man's back while he was cooking.

After taking the photo, the man was a little satisfied. He took the food to the table and then sat next to Gu Nanzhi.

"Send it to him once you've finished taking it."

Gu Nanzhi couldn't help but clicked his tongue. He really didn't understand why a good man suddenly became like this.

After seeing her send the photo, Feng Chen's deep black eyes flashed with joy: "I'm going to fry another dish, you eat it first."

The man pinched her face and returned to the kitchen.

The corners of Gu Nazhi's lips curled up slightly as she watched the man busy cooking with his back to her. When he lifted the shovel, the muscles on his shoulder blades also appeared and disappeared.

Gu Nanzhi couldn't hold it back and secretly took another photo and saved it in his mobile phone.

Seeing Feng Chen's skillful movements, the smile in his eyes grew stronger.

She couldn't help but wonder, was Feng Chen also so mature and steady when he was in college?

Just as Gu Nanzhi was thinking about it, Feng Yu replied to her on WeChat.

Feng Yu:?

Feng Yu: What do you mean? Who is this?

Feng Yu:...My brother-in-law! !

Gu Nanzhi could feel Feng Yu's shock from these messages.

Feng Yu: Will my uncle cook for you? Why are you sending me this?

Feng Yu: Gu Nazhi, what do you mean?

Gu Nanzhi saw that he was a little angry, but he raised his lips slightly.

Gu Nanzhi: Your brother-in-law said he hoped you would die, so he asked me to take a photo for you to see. It’s not that I want to ignore you, but your brother-in-law asked me to send it to you. Are you honored, my friend? I didn’t even post this picture, I just sent it to you, no need to thank you.

Feng Yu:......

Feng Yu: Wait a minute, my uncle’s clothes are so wrinkled in this picture... What have you done!

Gu Nanzhi sneered back at him.

Gu Nanzhi: Do things that need to be mosaic between husband and wife.

Feng Yu: Can my brother-in-law see if I send you a message now?

Gu Nanzhi: What do you think?

Feng Yu: Oh, my uncle’s back is really perfect. My uncle and my aunt are a perfect match. They are the best couple in the world. I’ll leave first if I have something else to do.