After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

Chapter 4 Overnight

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

Fu Wenyuan sat in front of Ye Rong, turning over the manuscript meticulously, his drooping eyelashes suddenly moved, and he asked such a question abruptly, the question was about the protagonist in "Heart Barrier".

Ye Rong let out an uh, as if he didn't expect that the big boss opposite would ask such an emotional question.

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

The love and hate in his life all come from the same thing, yes, it is a thing, a god statue in the dilapidated church in the madhouse, and he even planned a series of serial murders frantically 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, it may be Because the weather was just right that day and you happened to be in a good mood, you met a person whose appearance or smell made you feel excited for a moment, of course, it may also be other coincidences, it is always so inexplicable, normal people Even so, let alone a madman."

Fu Wenyuan raised his eyes to look at him, the emotion in his eyes seemed to be deep but pure, and he nodded slightly after a while, apparently accepting his nonsense.

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

It can't be perfunctory to say that it's because I didn't expect the plot to roll my face and type randomly on the keyboard.

Ye Rong had no choice but to continue to make up, "Because God is too indifferent, he almost lost his life because of his God, but God never gave him a look, 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 slightly.

Ye Rong also became worried, and asked gently as if serving Party A: "Why, what's the matter, what do you think is inappropriate? Hmm...it can be changed."

Fu Wenyuan seemed to be used to controlling other people's life and death, and said flatly: "He can't die."

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

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

He closed the manuscript, tapped his knees slowly, thought quietly for a while, then suddenly raised his right hand and twirled the ring on the index finger of his left hand, "He committed suicide because what he smashed was only the idol in front of him, but the idol in his heart Still want him to die."

Ye Rong's hand trembled for a moment, and then he pressed a few random characters, and silently deleted them one by one.

"Just let him get rid of it completely." Fu Wenyuan said, seeing Ye Rong's teacup was empty, and filled it up for him silently, "After getting rid of him, he will be very happy. It can be seen that he is very contented." people."

Ye Rong conscientiously recorded Fu Wenyuan's request word by word like a ruthless coding tool, and silently complained about Lao Tzu in his heart. This is an iron-blooded horror and thriller novel!

But he still complimented him by the way, "Mr. Fu is a very gentle person."

Unexpectedly, Fu Wenyuan climbed along the pole unceremoniously, as if he was saying a fact that was obvious to all and taken for granted, Hao replied without knowing it, "I have always been gentle, you will know it later."

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

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

Ye Rong was thinking about how he should politely and tactfully raise the issue that he had to close the stall and go home when it was too early.

Fortunately, the considerate Mr. Fu seemed to have heard his heart, sipped a cup of tea with his wrist hanging, and unhurriedly told 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 to Fu Wenyuan's side in two or three steps, bowed his head and said respectfully: "Mr. Fu, the driver, Master Zhang, said that something urgent happened at home, so he went back first. I was notified just now. Coincidentally, I don't know how to drive and I can't see Mr. Ye off, why not let Mr. Ye stay overnight tonight."

Before Ye Rong could react when he heard the bad news, he raised his head and met the sight of Fu Wenyuan who came over to ask him about his intentions.

"This..." Ye Rong, who was about to say that he could drive, swallowed his words again when he thought about the price of the car. If he scratched and scratched, he would have to sell a kidney to pay for it, and said embarrassingly, "Fu If you don't dislike it, sir, I naturally have no objection."

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

Ye Rong hurriedly covered his stomach, his ears turned red with embarrassment, he came in a hurry and didn't eat dinner, his delicate stomach, fed by Ye Sheng's three meals a day, couldn't bear the hunger, and would scream if he missed a meal.

The more embarrassed Ye Rong was, the happier it barked, like a concerto.

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

Ye Rong sullenly said politely, "Don't bother Mr. Fu, I..."

Fu Wenyuan rolled up his cuffs, like a fool who would not listen to persuasion, 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, Fuzhi realized in his heart that Fu Wenyuan's hand, which can sign an unknown number of billions of deals with a flick of a finger, seems to be cooking noodles for himself?

After thinking about it, he thought the most reasonable explanation might be that Fu Wenyuan was hungry and wanted to cook noodles for himself along the way.

But the waiter beside him named Xie Shan was still adding fuel and vinegar, "This is the first time Mister has entered the kitchen, I can see that Mister is very happy."

This sentence was so familiar that Ye Rong thought for a moment that in Ba Zongwen, all the butlers of the presidents would say such a stereotype without exception.

Looking at Fu Wenyuan who was expressionlessly picking ingredients in front of the food counter, Ye Rong really wanted to ask him how he could tell that he was very happy...

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

Ye Rong hesitated for a while, and slowly lingered to Fu Wenyuan's side, watching him meticulously but unfamiliarly chop vegetables, and the movement of noodles before the water boiled, he couldn't help but said: "Mr. Fu, let me do it .”

Fu Wenyuan didn't force himself, let go and handed it over to Ye Rong.

Ye Rong could finish this job with eyes closed, took the hand and moved the knife and spoon smoothly, then turned around and asked, "Does Mr. Fu have any taboos?"

Rich and noble people are very picky with their tongues, and they can be licked out even if they are chopped into mud. Ye Rong has a deep understanding of this from Xu Jue.

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

Ye Rong was subconsciously making Yurong noodles, then picked up the chicken breast next to him and planned to make chicken shredded noodles.

To be honest, he hasn’t thought about what he likes for a long time, like a fly buzzing dizzily in a transparent glass bottle at first, and finally realizes that he can’t escape from birth and has to wait for death slowly .

In front of Xu Jue, Xu Jue will give whatever he likes, but in front of Ye Sheng, he will accept whatever Ye Sheng gives, without considering whether he likes it or not.

How fresh, someone actually told him today, just do what you like.

Ye Rong threw the whole piece of meat into the pot, cut a section of shallot, added a few star anise and ginger to cook the soup, after the fire boiled, took out the meat piece, put it in ice water, tore it into shreds and drained it.

Watching him lower his head and carefully stir up the sauce, the low-necked thin sweater can't cover the flesh, and his white and fragile neck has a layer of enamel-like luster under the soft light.

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

Two bowls of soft white noodles topped with shredded chicken and drizzled with bright red sauce made people move their index fingers. Ye Rong held the noodles and passed them to the people behind him, "Mr. Fu, try it, don't be disgusted."

The two sat at the dining table facing each other to eat supper.

Fu Wenyuan eats Xiangsiwen, sits opposite Ye Rong and eats the noodles quietly, before boasting gently, "The noodles are delicious."

Ye Rong caught a glimpse that he even drank the soup at the bottom of the bowl, and quickly finished eating the noodles in two or three bites, then wiped his mouth and replied: "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 gained a lot of knowledge. Dare love this master is also picky, but his rank is high enough, and what he picks is not food, but people.

Ye Rong said casually: "I will do it for you again when I have a chance."

Fu Wenyuan was silent, as if he was thinking.

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

Ye Rong looked at him with question marks all over his face.

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

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

He always fell into the eyes of money, and he figured that [-] a month is actually not bad, but he really doesn't like Jinshuiyuan, and it's really troublesome to go back and forth, and he doesn't want to deal with people like Fu Wenyuan anymore. Forget it anyway.

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

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

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

Ye Rong, who swore to bend his waist for five buckets of rice, rubbed his nose and laughed dryly, "It's easy to say, if you can like me, that's really... wishful."

But this time the flattering was not right, Fu Wenyuan's expression was restrained, as if he was a little unhappy, and he said seriously: "I have nothing more than I can ask for from you."

Ye Rong, who felt that Fu Wenyuan's reading comprehension had serious problems, was speechless: "..."

After he finished speaking, as if he had figured it out, he smiled at Ye Rong for the first time tonight, as if the ice and snow were melting. It was light but gentle.

Like a wandering lonely lion, put away its paws, bow its head and surrender, willing to be a well-behaved big cat.

He looked over, and there seemed to be something else hidden in the faint smile, which was heavy but like flowers and mist, and he said: "I should have fulfilled my wish for you."

[The author has something to say: Big cat Fu: Meow meow? 】