In Love With The Fake Bride

Chu Yaruo's face was ashen. Just now, she was as virtuous as a young wife and had won Su Ci's approval.    

Why did everyone's attention fall on Shen Xining in the blink of an eye?    

What was so good about a bowl of rotten wonton?    

Chu Yaruo was not willing to lose everything that she had carefully prepared to Shen Xining, so she gently smiled and continued to get food for Su Ci.    

"Third Master Ye, although Muxue's little wonton is delicious, I still want to try the most famous Chinese food here. It is not the same as what we eat in our country. I queued for more than two hours before I bought it."    

"Miss Chu, you have worked hard." Wen Jinyan nodded.    

Chu Yaruo thought that her care and gentleness had attracted Wen Jinyan, so she lowered her head shyly and said, "Dr. Wen, for the sake of Third Master, it was not hard at all."    

Wen Jinyan did not change his expression and took a step forward. He took a long sheet of paper from the paper bag and said faintly, "Why is it written on it that the goods are delivered to the door?"    

Chu Yaruo's face turned pale and immediately got up to snatch the list. When she looked at Su Ci's eyes, she could not help but tremble.    

She nervously said, "There is a mistake. It must be them who made a mistake."    

"So it was." Wen Jinyan replied meaningfully.    

Chung Jin took advantage of the situation and said, "Third Master San, it's really hard to imagine the quality of the dishes in a restaurant where even the orders are wrong. I think it's better not to eat anymore."    

"No, I..." Chu Yaruo immediately became speechless.    

Chung Jin ignored Chu Yaruo and packed the dishes she brought and stuffed them into the garbage bag.    

Chu Yaruo's face was livid and she clenched her fists.    

"Yaruo, you can go back first." Su Ci said unhappily.    

Chu Yaruo knew that pestering would only make Su Ci even more annoyed. She looked at Su Ci with tears in her eyes and said gently, "Third Master, I will leave first."    

After Chu Yaruo left, Su Ci glanced at Chung Jin and Wen Jinyan.    

"When did you two learn crosstalk?"    

Chung Jin scratched his head in embarrassment.    

Wen Jinyan smiled casually and changed the topic. "Su Ci, how is your health? I'll help you change the dressing first."    

"No need, she can help me change it." Su Ci pointed at Shen Xining with his slender fingers.    

Shen Xining was stunned. When she came back to her senses, Chung Jin had already stuffed all the medicine into his hands. He pulled Wen Jinyan and disappeared as fast as he could.    

Su Ci walked to the bedroom. Suddenly, he turned around and leaned against the door frame. The background was a vintage blue wall flower. His handsome and lazy face quickly filled up the entire background. It was cold and elegant.    

"Why aren't you coming in?"    

"Yes."    

Shen Xining immediately lowered her head, immersed in her beauty, and quickly followed Su Ci into the room.    

Su Ci leaned against the long bed at the end of the bed. As soon as the belt of his robe was untied, his taut muscles portrayed a lively color.    

Shen Xining inhaled a warm nose, half-knelt in front of Su Ci, and carefully untied the gauze around his waist.    

There was not much blood, so the wound that had been stitched up looked especially ferocious and terrifying.    

Shen Xining used alcohol cotton to wipe her hands and then sterilized Su Ci's wound like Wen Jinyan did.    

When the alcohol touched Su Ci's wound, the muscles on his body became tighter and tighter, but Su Ci's expression did not change at all.    

Shen Xining felt that he had put up with it quite a bit, so she unconsciously disinfected and applied medication while muttering and blowing air.    

"Hu..."    

Su Ci suddenly felt that the wound was cold. He looked down at Shen Xining, who was pouting with her cheeks puffed up. Her appearance was very funny, but it pulled his heart deeply.    

There was still some flour residue on her beautiful and lovely face. Her long eyelashes trembled along with her breath. She was very beautiful.    

After Shen Xining changed Su Ci's medicine bag and tied it up, she let out a sigh of relief and licked her nervous and dry lips.    

Before she could raise her head, Su Ci lifted her chin. He pulled at her waist with force, and her entire body was confined to his legs.    

She looked at Su Ci in panic and saw that he raised his hand to rub off the flour on her face. When his finger touched her cheek, it made her face thin.    

"You know how to cook?"    

"Yes." Shen Xining nodded.    

"Who has eaten it?"    

"Take care of me, my mother-in-law, and..."    

Shen Xining noticed the warning look in Su Ci's eyes when he looked at her. She thought, Dr. Wen, I'm sorry, Assistant Chung. I don't want to die.    

"And, you." She stared at Su Ci and said seriously.    

"You are not allowed to cook for others in the future." Su Ci said coldly, "I promise."    

"Okay."    

Why should he care about cooking? He was so exclusive.    

Su Ci saw Shen Xining's angry look and could not help but want to tease her.    

His hand lightly caressed her back. Her entire body was taut and her dark eyes were filled with youthful panic.    

He moved closer to her ear that was about to bleed, "Has the month matter left?"    

Shen Xining's brain made a popping sound and exploded.    

It was summer now, not spring.    

Why was the cold and abstinent Third Master not in the same season as her?    

"No, no, he didn't leave!" Shen Xining stammered and immediately jumped up from his leg, "Third Master, rest well."    

Shen Xining hurriedly ran out and accidentally knocked on the door. She covered her forehead and almost rolled over.    

Chi.    

It had been so many years, and this was the first time Su Ci laughed.    

An interesting stutter.    

...    

Shen Xining sat on the sofa in the living room in a daze for a while. Because she did not sleep well last night, she quickly leaned against the sofa and fell asleep.    

When she woke up, the city of Paris was already shrouded in the gloomy night rain.    

Looking at the scenery outside the window, fashion and retro coexisted. There was an indescribable artistic atmosphere.    

She got up and stretched. When she was about to ask Su Ci about dinner, she heard a few murmurs from the door.    

Chung Jin?    

No, Chung Jin said that he would help Su Ci deal with the purchase of the hotel in the afternoon.    

Could it be Su Yina?    

No, Su Yina said she was going to meet an old friend and would only come back after dinner.    

Shen Xining suddenly remembered that during the day, Wen Jinyan said that someone was secretly stopping Su Ci from buying the hotel. Could it be...    

Shen Xining looked around and immediately grabbed the large silver fruit plate on the coffee table. She held it in her hand and it was heavy.    

Then she stood behind the door. When she saw something wrong later, no matter who it was, she would smash it down first.    

With a crack, the door opened.    

The people outside did not come in immediately. They waited for a while before they walked in.    

Shen Xining saw that something was wrong and smashed down on his head.    

The person in front of her did not even have time to hum before falling to the ground.    

Just as Shen Xining wanted to speak, a gun barrel appeared at the back of her head.    

"Put down the thing in your hand and raise your hand. Don't make any sound. Otherwise, I won't be able to guarantee your safety."    

The man behind her lowered his voice and used a strange tone to threaten Shen Xining.    

Shen Xining's heart was beating wildly in fear. She stared at the tightly shut bedroom door and hoped that Su Ci would not come out.    

She put down the fruit plate in her hand and raised her hands.    

In the end, the person behind her aimed the gun at the person who had fainted on the ground and immediately silenced two shots.    

Shen Xining's face turned pale with fear.    

Before she could see the person behind her clearly, she was knocked unconscious by that person using the butt of the gun.