Chapter 4 Accommodation

"How could he fall in love with such a thing?"

Sitting in front of Ye Rong, Fu Wenyuan carefully flipped through the manuscript, his drooping eyelashes suddenly moved, and asked such a question abruptly, the question was about the protagonist in "Heart Obstruction".

Ye Rong snorted, as if he didn't expect the big boss on the opposite side to ask such an emotional question.

His "Heart Barrier" is a thriller-oriented mystery novel. The protagonist is a mental patient in a lunatic asylum. The novel uses an almost bizarre perspective to write the world in his eyes.

The love and hate in his life all came from the same thing, yes, it was a thing, a deity in the dilapidated church of the madhouse. He even frantically planned a series of serial murders in order to prevent the demolition of the church.

Ye Rong pondered for a while, looked at people's eyes and carefully considered: "...Probably looking for a sustenance, but you know that people's feelings are often unreasonable, and there is usually no reason to like or love, maybe it is Because the weather was good and you were in a good mood that day, you met a person whose appearance or smell made you feel instantly moved, of course, it may also be other coincidences, it is always so inexplicable, normal people Not to mention a lunatic."

Fu Wenyuan raised his eyes to look at him, the emotion in his eyes seemed to be profound but pure, and he nodded slightly after a while, as if he had accepted his nonsense.

Ye Rong just breathed a sigh of relief when Fu Wenyuan's voice entangled again, "Then why does he hate again?"

I can't perfunctorily say that it's because couldn't think of the plot face and rolled the keyboard and typed it randomly.

Ye Rong had no choice but to continue editing, "Because God is too indifferent, he was about to lose his life for his God, but God never gave him a single glance, he was too painful... So..."

While listening to his words, Fu Wenyuan turned to the last page at a glance, his eyes fell on the last few lines, and he frowned invisibly.

Ye Rong also became worried, and asked gently and gently as if waiting for Party A: "What, what's wrong, what do you think is inappropriate? Well...it can be changed."

Fu Wenyuan seemed accustomed to mastering other people's life and death, and said lightly, "He can't die."

After speaking, he probably felt that his tone was too strong, and stared at Ye Rong's eyes again, slowly curling the corners of his lips, and added, "I like him, I want him to live."

Ye Rong hurriedly took out his mobile phone, opened the memo, and wrote it down. At the end, he asked, "Do you have any other requests?"

He closed the manuscript, tapped on his knees slowly, thought for a while, then suddenly raised his right hand and turned the ring on his left index finger, "He committed suicide because he only broke the idol in front of him, but the idol in his heart was not. Still want him to die."

Ye Rong's hands trembled, and then he typed out a few random characters, and then silently deleted word by word.

"Just let him get rid of it completely." Fu Wenyuan said, seeing that Ye Rong's teacup was empty, and filled it for him without making a sound, "After getting rid of him, he will be very happy, it can be seen that he is very content. people."

Ye Rong conscientiously recorded Fu Wenyuan's request word for word like a ruthless coding tool, and silently complained about Lao Tzu in his heart, this is a bloody horror thriller novel!

But he still complimented, "Mr. Fu is a very gentle person."

Unexpectedly, Fu Wenyuan climbed down the pole unceremoniously, as if telling a fact that is obvious to all and taken for granted, and he replied, "I have always been gentle, you will know later."

Ye Rong's eyelids jumped, and she couldn't help but continue to complain in her heart, um, it was gentle, so gentle that it made people kneel and kowtow.

The two discussed each other for a while, and it took ten o'clock in the evening to finalize the general plot.

Ye Rong was thinking about how he should politely and euphemistically raise the question that he had to close the stall and go home early.

Fortunately, the empathetic Mr. Fu seemed to have heard his heart, sipped a cup of tea with his wrist over his head, and in no hurry to instruct the receptionist who had been standing not far away with a very low sense of presence: "Xie Shan, see a visitor out."

I saw the young waiter whose name was called walked up to Fu Wenyuan in two or three steps, bowed his head and said respectfully, "Mr. Fu, the driver, Master Zhang, said that there was a sudden emergency at home, so he went back first, and I just notified me, but no It's a coincidence that I can't drive Mr. Ye, so I might as well let Mr. Ye stay overnight tonight."

Ye Rong, who suddenly heard the bad news, didn't respond before he raised his head and bumped into Fu Wenyuan's line of sight, who came to ask him about his intentions.

"This..." Ye Rong, who was just about to say that he could drive, swallowed the price of the car again, if he scratched it, he would have to sell a kidney to be able to pay for it, and said embarrassingly, "Fu If you don't dislike it, I naturally have no opinion."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a very untimely rumbling sound in his stomach.

Ye Rong hurriedly covered his stomach, his ears were red with embarrassment. He came in a hurry and didn't eat dinner. The squeamish stomach nourished by Ye Sheng's three meals a day couldn't hold back his hunger, and he would growl if he skipped one meal.

The more embarrassed Ye Rong was, the more cheerful it sounded, like a concerto.

"What do you like to eat?" Fu Wenyuan suddenly stood up and asked.

Ye Rong frowned and said politely, "Mr. Fu, don't bother, I..."

Fu Wenyuan rolled up his cuffs, like a faint-hearted monarch who didn't listen, raised his legs and left, "Then cook the noodles."

Ye Rong watched in surprise as he walked towards the open kitchen not far away.

Suddenly, Fu Zhi's mind realized that Fu Wenyuan's hands, who could sign deals of unknown billions with a single move of his fingers, seemed to be cooking noodles for himself?

After thinking about it, he felt that the most reasonable explanation might be that Fu Wenyuan was hungry and wanted to cook noodles and take him with him.

The waiter named Xie Shan next to him was still adding fuel to the fire, "This is the first time Mr. has entered the kitchen, and I can see that Mr. is very happy."

This sentence was so familiar that Ye Rong thought for a moment that in Mr. Ba's essay,

President

Our housekeepers, without exception, would say such a cliché template.

Looking at Fu Wenyuan who was expressionlessly picking the ingredients in front of the counter, Ye Rong really wanted to ask him where he saw that people were happy...

After Xie Shan finished speaking, he went upstairs, probably to clean up the room for Ye Rong.

Ye Rong hesitated for a while, then slowly dawdled to Fu Wenyuan's side, watching him chopping vegetables meticulously but unfamiliarly, and the act of making noodles before the water boiled, he couldn't help but say, "Mr. Fu, let me come. ."

Fu Wenyuan didn't force himself, and let him leave to Ye Rong.

Ye Rong could finish this work with his eyes closed, and then he took over the hand and wielded his knife and spoon. He turned his head and asked, "Does Mr. Fu have any taboos?"

The rich and noble people are very picky with their tongues, and even if they are chopped into mud, they can still be slapped out.

Fu Wenyuan's deep voice sounded from behind, "No, just do what you like."

Ye Rong subconsciously wanted to make Yurong Noodles, and then picked up the chicken breast next to him and planned to make Chicken Noodles.

To be honest, he hadn't thought about what he liked for a long time, like a fly in a transparent glass bottle that was dizzy and buzzing at first, and finally realized that he couldn't escape, and then he had to wait and die slowly. .

In front of Xu Jue, he would give whatever he liked, but in front of Ye Sheng, he would accept whatever Ye Sheng gave, and he would not consider whether he liked it or not.

How fresh, someone said to him today, just do what you like.

Ye Rong threw the whole piece of meat into the pot, cut a section of spring onion, added a few star anise and ginger to make soup, and then took out the meat and put it in ice water, teared it into shreds and drained.

Watching him bow his head and stir up the sauce seriously, the thin sweater with a low collar could not cover his flesh, and the white and fragile neck glowed with a enamel-like luster under the soft light.

Fu Wenyuan stared at the faint blue blood vessels on the side of his neck, as if in an instant, and then quietly moved his eyes away.

After the two bowls of soft white noodles with chicken shreds were drizzled with the red and bright sauce, the index fingers moved, and Ye Rong held the noodles and handed it to the person behind him, "Mr. Fu, try it, don't dislike it."

The two sat face to face at the dining table for supper.

Fu Wenyuan ate gracefully, and sat quietly across from Ye Rong after eating the noodles, and then gently praised, "The noodles are delicious."

Ye Rong saw that he even drank the soup at the bottom of the bowl, and quickly finished the noodles with three or two mouthfuls, wiping his mouth and replying: "The method is very simple, if Mr. Fu still wants to eat, I can teach you. Or that Mr. Xie."

"Xie Shan can't cook." Fu Wenyuan replied, "I can't either."

He said, picked up the teacup at hand, and added, "You didn't make it, I don't want to eat it."

Ye Rong felt that he had a lot of knowledge, and the gentleman who dared to love was also a picky man, but his rank was high enough, and he was not picking ingredients, but people.

Ye Rong said casually, "I have a chance to do it again for you."

Fu Wenyuan was silent, as if thinking.

Ye Rong waited for a while, then stood up and prepared to clean up the dishes, when he heard the big boss who didn't know the suffering of the world also casually reported the number, "Ten thousand."

Ye Rong looked at him with a question mark on his face.

Fu Wenyuan seemed to understand the principle of the exchange of money and goods. "You cook, and I will pay."

Ye Rong understood what he meant almost instantly, and couldn't help thinking that it seemed that Fu Wenyuan really liked his face very much.

He has always been in the eyes of money, thinking that 10,000 a month is actually okay, but he really doesn't like Jinshuiyuan, it's really troublesome to go back and forth, and he doesn't want to deal with people like Fu Wenyuan anymore. Forget it.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to refuse, Fu Wenyuan added, "If a meal of ten thousand is not enough, you can add more. You can decide as much as you want."

Ye Rong, whose imagination was limited by poverty: "..."

He didn't want to either, mainly because he gave too much.

Ye Rong, who swore to fold his waist for five buckets of rice, rubbed his nose and laughed dryly, "It's easy to talk, you can like me, that's really... I can't ask for it."

However, this time the flattery was not right. Fu Wenyuan's expression became restrained, as if he was a little unpleasant.

Ye Rong, who felt that there was a big problem with Fu Wenyuan's reading comprehension, was speechless: "..."

After he finished speaking, as if he had figured it out, he showed Ye Rong his first smile of the night as if the ice and snow were melting. It was light but gentle.

Like a stray, arrogant lion, he folded his claws and bowed his head down to surrender, willing to be a well-behaved big cat.

He looked over, and there seemed to be something else hidden in the faint smile. It was heavy, but it was like a flower like mist. He said, "I should get what you want for you."

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