Chapter 61: Chapter 61: Not Even as Important as Vegetable Money
Fu Si was taken aback and after a while, he couldn’t help but cover his face and let out a soft laugh.
He had forgotten that his roommate, Chi, thought differently from ordinary women.
Chi Gui looked at the two of them, puzzled, “Was what I said incorrect?”
“No, very correct,” Fu Si put down his hand and looked at Chi Gui with a smile.
His phoenix eyes reflected the dim light of the stairwell entrance, as if they contained a sky full of stars that could illuminate someone’s heart.
“However, I urgently need a place to eat right now, and I wonder if I could trouble you for that?”
She had deliberately put it that way, and yet this man hadn’t given up the idea?
Why does it feel… that he’s not quite like the Mr. Fu from the rumors?
Seeing Chi Gui’s reluctant appearance, Fu Si could only play his last card, “As compensation during the time I mooch off your meals, you will get a fifty percent discount on anything you buy from my store in the future. And I’ll buy the groceries; you just need to give me the menu each day.”
Chi Gui immediately nodded, “Deal, it’s settled.”
He had pitied Chi Gui just a moment ago, but now he couldn’t help but feel sorry for Mr. Fu.
So, in Chi Gui’s eyes, Mr. Fu wasn’t even as important as a few vegetables?
Chi Gui had already gone inside, “There’s only vegetable soup tonight.”
She usually ate light meals in the evening.
“I’m not picky,” Fu Si, smiling, walked into Chi Gui’s room and added another sentence, “Easy to feed.”
Qin Cheng subconsciously wanted to follow inside, but as soon as he reached the doorway, he was met with a cold glance from Fu Si.
Qin Cheng’s steps faltered.
Chi Gui, having hung up her coat, caught this scene and asked, “Aren’t you coming in?”
Under the immense pressure of Mr. Fu’s gaze, Qin Cheng swallowed and said, “No need, I still have to watch those guys fix the kitchen; I’ll just call for takeout later.” Find the newest release on novel fire.net
“Okay,” Chi Gui didn’t have much to say.
She generally didn’t interfere in other people’s business.
Qin Cheng smiled as he closed the door for Chi Gui, then turned around to see the dark and cold room opposite, instantly feeling the chill air slapping wildly on his face.
He couldn’t help but feel gloomy as he pulled out his phone and sent a message in his small group: [A man with a girlfriend is a treasure; a man without one is like a weed.]
Wen Zhao, the wife-boasting fanatic, was always the first to respond: [Brother, you’re absolutely right! Here, take a look at what my girlfriend made for me tonight!]
Soon, picture after picture of delicious food flooded the group chat.
Qin Cheng, cold and hungry: …
He fiercely blacklisted Wen Zhao!
Fu Si sat on the sofa, surveying his surroundings.
The small room, which Chi Gui had made cozy and comfortable, felt even more pleasant than the fleeting glimpse he got when he last came to deliver goods.
Just then, Little Guai sensed someone come back and walked out of the bedroom, greeting in a milky voice, “Welcome home, Fairy Sister!”
After speaking, the robot’s eyes scanned and noticed another person, politely inquired, “How should I address you?”
Fu Si saw Little Guai, raised his eyebrows, and a hint of dark light flashed in his phoenix eyes.
This robot… is it somewhat like the latest model developed by the Han Family?
“Did you buy it?” Fu Si squinted at Little Guai and asked with a raised eyebrow.
Chi Gui patted Little Guai on the head, signaling it to move on its own, and while walking toward the kitchen, she answered Fu Si’s question, “No, it was a gift.”
She answered succinctly, and Fu Si didn’t ask any further.
Resting his chin lazily in one hand, his phoenix eyes watched Little Guai’s robotic head.
When the Han Family developed the latest model of the robot, they had given him one.
But as he could only return home a few times a year, after receiving it, he left it for the butler to deal with, and didn’t have a deep impression of these robots.
What exactly was this robot…
Fu Si was pondering this when he saw Little Guai suddenly turn a corner and enter the kitchen as well, considerately squatting next to Chi Gui and helping her pick vegetables.
In the small kitchen, the two “people” were closely side by side, silently and harmoniously working on the task at hand.
The scene, no matter how one looked at it, was… bothering.
The hand Fu Si used to prop up his chin slowly dropped, and his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed.