Chapter: 1241

"Hold back a lot of words, but couldn't help thinking about you—Fu Yechuan."

The front desk froze suddenly, my God, what did she find?

This was actually given by Mr. Fu to Mr. Su?

Such disgusting words were actually written by Mr. Fu?

...

When Su Nan received the call, she was already on her way back.

When the phone rang, she picked it up without seeing it clearly.

"Hello. Who is this……"

"Su Nan, crisp...is it delicious?"

Damn Fu Yechuan.

His voice is warm and deep, pleasant to the ear.

Su Nan paused, "Boss Fu, can your hobbies not be so simple?"

Forget the kitchen!

Let her go too!

Fu Yechuan laughed in a low voice, "I have already learned how to make dim sum. Wu Tutu's craftsmanship has always been good, and I will definitely learn it."

He seems to be very persistent in cooking, and he uses his unyielding energy in the kitchen.

How weird it is.

Su Nan rolled her eyes speechlessly, "Then I wish you success in your studies."

Fu Yechuan paused, "I have already started to do the things you have done, to experience your feelings. Su Nan, I am really sorry that I have hurt you so much."

There was a few seconds of silence on the phone.

Afterwards, Su Nan hung up the phone.

They haven't reached the point where they can talk about the past in peace.

Not to mention is already the limit.

Fu Yechuan looked at the blacked-out screen, keenly feeling every emotional change in Su Nan, and she was avoiding this question.

Because she is sad.

Those sorrows were like criss-crossing sharp knives, slashing at him one by one.

It's all retribution.

Wu Tutu came out of the kitchen and finally cleaned up such a precious kitchen. I hope Mr. Fu can dispel his love for cooking.

In the past few days, I don't know how many matching blue and white porcelains fell, and countless electrical appliances burned themselves in his hands...

He is the number one killer in the kitchen, simply poisonous!