Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

Chapter 792 Special episode 2: Men are tireless about this matter!

They waited outside for a while, waiting for Mei Shurang to drive over.

During that time, Sheng An'an chose not to talk to An Tian, ​​but he could see that the other party wanted to talk to her, but he didn't know where to start.

Sheng An'an didn't know where An Tian got those things from, but one thing was clear: she was really interested in Mei Shurang!And very persistent.

When Mei Shurang drove the car over and approached him, An Tian couldn't help it, and finally asked directly: "Are you really his sister?"

Sheng An'an smiled slightly, then looked at her, and replied: "Go and ask him."

After finishing speaking, she waved her hands to An Tian as if nothing had happened, "I'm getting in the car, and Brother Rang has something to do, so thank you Miss An for this meal!"

Mei Shurang also lowered the window and got together with An Tian.

The car started slowly.

The man kept his expression light and hummed slightly, "What are you talking about? He looks unhappy."

Sheng An'an raised his hand and touched his face, "Isn't the look on my face happy?"

Mei Shurang glanced at her.

Then she said: "An Tian asked me if it was your sister."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, "What did you say?"

Sheng Anan turned to look at him, and asked back, "Do you think I am?"

Mei Shurang didn't answer her question, because he never regarded her as a younger sister from the beginning to the end.

weekend.

Mei Yuelou has already gone on a business trip.

Sheng An'an was supposed to go to practice the piano, but her cello teacher was sick, so she didn't have lessons this week.

She can only stay at home again.

When she woke up in the morning, she originally just wanted to go down and heat a cup of milk for breakfast.

As a result, when I entered the restaurant, I found that the milk, fried eggs and intestines were well arranged.

Naturally, it is a pleasure.

The amount was a bit bigger, but she had finished eating, and was drinking the last half cup of milk with a satisfied expression on her face.

When Mei Shurang came in, she happened to see her holding the cup in both hands, looking satisfied and contented, she took a sip and was in a daze, probably because she couldn't drink anymore, and it would be a waste if she didn't drink.

Seeing him, Sheng Anan froze for a moment, "Didn't you go to work overtime on weekends? Why are you still here?"

The man glanced at the empty plate in front of her, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth, "I have to eat before going?"

Then he nodded, "You ate mine, what should I eat?"

She looked at him, then at the breakfast plate, with a look of surprise, "Didn't I make this for me?"

Mei Shurang was a little amused, "Didn't you always go to class early in the morning?"

"...I don't go to class today. The teacher asked for leave. I forgot to tell you."

The man nodded, and still looked at the two plates as a signal, "I have to find a way to get me something to eat, and I have to make two phone calls."

Sheng Anan pointed to himself, "I did it?"

She won't.

Before, she had been living in Lincheng. For breakfast in the early morning, people like to eat rice noodles, steamed stuffed buns, or glutinous rice, which is not like in Beijing...

The things that Lincheng eats are not available here, so she never makes breakfast. When she first came here, she was not very used to these breakfasts.

After Mei Shurang finished speaking, he turned around and continued to call him.

After half an hour.

He was in his study, put away his mobile phone, turned around and saw her coming in with a plate.

At first glance, there is a glass of milk, which seems to be pretty good.

But when it got closer, the man pursed his lips in embarrassment, the fried egg was a bit mushy, and the fried ham was dry, but she was smart enough to put a cut fairy fruit and two green vegetable leaves.

The color matching made up for her poor cooking skills.

Mei Shurang held back a smile, raised his eyebrows, picked up his phone again, and suddenly took a photo without warning.

Not to mention, the color adjustment of the photo is still very good.

Sheng Anan put the dinner plate on the table, "Have a taste?"

Mei Shurang took a sip of pure milk, didn't like it very much, so she put it down.

Then eat fried eggs, burnt or burnt, but the taste is okay, fried dry ham sausage tastes quite different?

"Is it delicious?" She watched his brows move, and then laughed too.

The man looked up at her, "Why are you staring at me? Is there anything else?"

Sheng Anan laughed along with her good temper, "I'll clean up the tableware for you after you finish eating, aren't you still rushing to the company?"

Mei Shurang ate at a leisurely pace, and then looked at her thoughtfully, "Want me to go to the company quickly?"

His thoughts were seen through, so Sheng An'an naturally wanted to pretend, and sneered: "I can't treat you well!"

Then he turned and went back to his bedroom.

However, she really planned to sneak out after he left, and she hadn't looked for something to do for a long time.

Lu Qun sent her a message last time, also called her, and kept urging her to call back, but he didn't know what happened.

Other things are fine, she is more worried about what is going on with Lincheng's parents, they can't contact her, but Lu Qun can know the living conditions of the two elders.

That's why she never completely deleted Lu Qun or cut off contact.

Finally, half an hour later, Mei Shurang knocked on her door.

Why hasn't he left yet?

Opening the door, she stood inside and frowned at him, "What's the matter?"

Mei Shurang pointed to his head, "I didn't sleep much last night, and I woke up early again this morning. My head hurts. Give me a massage?"

Sheng Anan looked at him, "What did you do last night?"

Didn't we say good night to each other very early?

The man looked at her with a half-smile, "I went out to play and didn't come back until midnight, didn't I notice it?"

Naturally, she didn't believe it. He hadn't gone out for a long time.

But with a stern face, "Then Mei Shao should find the women who played with you last night to press for you. Those women have good hand skills, and they are soft and thin, so comfortable!"

Mei Shurang has already entered her bedroom, "How do you count as skill?"

Sheng Anan watched him sitting on the lady's sofa in her bedroom, closed his eyes, and waited for her to serve him.

She stood in front of the sofa for a while, and then walked around to the back. She had never tried giving a massage, but she had seen pigs run.

I felt that the technique and strength were good, and after pressing for a while, the wrist counted, and finally asked: "Are you all right?"

Mei Shurang turned to look at her, and suddenly asked, "Are you planning to go out?"

It smells of perfume.

"No." She raised her eyebrows, "I can't use it at home? Isn't it good to smell good anytime and anywhere?"

Continue to speak boldly, "I'm thinking about you!"

"Hmm." The man nodded, "Is there anything else you can think about for me? Be more realistic."

Sheng Anan glanced at him defensively, "Aren't you tired?"

He shook his head slowly, slightly pursed his lips, "This is the only thing that men are tireless about."