C24 How Can You be so Shameless?

She stopped crying and stared at him in disbelief. "Wang Zixuan, how can you be so shameless?"

"How am I shameless? If you and I didn't do anything last night, are you abnormal, or am I abnormal? " He put the model back in its place and said, "Xu Shiyuan, I like doing those things with you. Moreover, I know that you like them too. Any other questions? "I don't love you, and you don't love me either. We're just in a purely physical relationship, we're very free!"

"You —" What else could she say to such a person?

Ignoring her, he sat back in his seat and continued his work. He turned to the computer and said, "You can get yourself some breakfast. There should be food in the kitchen downstairs. I'll take you home when my work is over. It's best not to disturb me until then! "

Then, without a word, he concentrated on his computer, and a moment later picked up the phone again, as if he had called the bank.

She wiped away her tears, turned, and walked out.

The moment the door closed, he stopped, took off his glasses, and closed his eyes.

Back in the bedroom, she unwrapped herself and went into the bathroom.

In the kitchen, she found nothing but fast food: bread, eggs, ham, cereal, and milk.

This really isn't a home!

She sighed, rummaged in the cupboard for vegetable oil, poured some into the saucepan, couldn't find an apron, and then turned on the stove, heated the oil, and began to fry the eggs.

He was still working in the study upstairs, oblivious to what she was doing in the kitchen.

Not long after, he heard a knock on the door. He frowned, but still said, "Come in."

"Would you like something to eat? I've prepared something to eat! " She did not go in, but put her head in to ask him.

Actually, before knocking on the door, her heart had already struggled countless times. After walking to the door and folding down the stairs, she had only gone down a few steps and then walked to his door. After doing this a few times —

She didn't want to think about what he had just said because she had never expected anything from him. If that was the case, why should she care what he was thinking? Moreover, although his words were ruthless, it was a reality.

A pure physical relationship was the essence of their relationship!

— Forget it, it's better not to starve him! I'll choke him!

After making up her mind, she finally raised her hand and knocked on the door.

He was stunned for a moment by her question, and did not respond for a moment.

"Do you want to die from my poison or do you want to starve to death? Choose one!" She dropped the sentence and left, closing the door behind her.

He took off his glasses and walked out of the room, amused by her words and actions.

She ate alone in the dining room, but her gaze was focused on the roses outside.

"Where's mine?" he asked.

"Go to the kitchen and get it yourself, are you waiting for me to feed you?" She didn't even look at him, only coldly replied.

"The fried eggs taste good!" he said, sitting down across from her.

"Aren't you afraid of being poisoned by me?" she asked.

"If you had wanted to take revenge on me, you wouldn't have used such an idiotic move!" he said, taking a sip of his milk.

"Thank you for thinking so highly of me!" She still didn't look at him, but she didn't know that he had been observing her.

"Xu Shiyuan —" He called her.

"What?"

"I take back what I said last night!"

"Which sentence?"

"That is, if you can't get married out!" He said, "I was wrong, you can still be a good wife, so I'm sure that you will be picked up by some unsightly brat one day!"

"As long as that person isn't you, I don't mind who he is!"

He could not help laughing, but said: "Don't worry, I will never marry a woman who keeps bickering with me as my wife!"

"That's good then. I hope you can marry someone who can deal with you. Let's see how you continue acting so arrogantly then!" she said, glancing at him.

He was laughing so hard that he almost spat out the milk. She glared at him and he actually stopped laughing and lowered his head to eat.

The dining room was quiet, and the sunlight streaming through the glass was also silent.

"Don't you have a job to do? I'll wash these! " When he rolled up his sleeves to help, she said, and looked down at the dishes and pots and cups in the sink.

There was only the sound of running water in the kitchen, and her attention was focused on the utensils, not on whether he was leaving or not.

She didn't know what she was thinking. What would her future family life be like? Did he prepare breakfast for his partner like this, then eat with him before cleaning up the mess on his own? Was this kind of life something he longed for?

"There's too much water!"

She was suddenly startled by his words. She quickly turned off the tap, looked back, and asked, "Why are you still here?"

He crossed his arms and leaned back against the dining table. He looked at her and said, "I'm just a little worried that you might vent your anger on my plate!"

"I won't let anyone off the hook!" She lowered her head to wash and then ignored him.

He still did not leave. She glanced at the red rose blooming outside the window and said, "Your flower breeding is quite good! If someone who doesn't know about it has seen it, they would think that your family has a good wife! "

"There's a gardener who comes once a week to trim it, and a servant who comes the next day to take care of it." "No," he said.

"Your servant isn't coming today?" she asked as she washed. "If I come, I won't wash."

"No one will come to clean until tomorrow!"

"I see that you don't have any vegetables in your fridge, so why don't you cook for yourself? Isn't your cooking quite good? "

"I'll either go out and eat with someone or go to Mom's place!"

She stopped asking and there was only the sound of water in the kitchen.

He went over and took the cutlery from her hand. He wiped the water droplets off with a dry cloth and placed them neatly in the cupboard. She was only slightly surprised for a moment, but she quickly continued her cleaning.

"You like red roses?" she asked.

"I just think it's pretty good!" He just said that.

"I like red roses, I especially like them!" She replied. His expression was somewhat frozen, but he sighed. "What a coincidence!"

She did not understand what he meant, but she did not press him.

Only, at this moment, she didn't know that a few days after she left, he had the gardener cut up all the red roses in the garden, so she had no idea why.