The editor of the entertainment tabloid is not good, and his imagination is too rich.

Fu Xia glared at the two gossip editors who were burning with their hearts. But in their expressions, she felt that she was not right.

Especially when the eyes fall on men.

He changed into a blue-gray hat today, but it still had a very long brim.

He wore a white mask, a blue long-sleeved polo shirt, and a button on the neckline. It was not so straight and not so casual. The gray casual pants still fit in a bad way.

Fu Xia: It seems that, indeed, it is not suitable to take off your pants...

He stood in front of the kitchen counter and looked at her side, his eyes radiating soft light from the water vapor of the noodle pot.

His voice was low and pure, and his gentle tone was filled with helplessness.

"Doctor Fu, no need, thank you."

"oh."

Fu Xia quickly withdrew his gaze.

The two editors were still watching at the door with relish.

She called two people, "I'll cook noodles for Mr. Cen, do you want to eat some too?"

The two of them laughed, Xie Bingping and Fu Xia blinked, and Lu Xiaofen tickled twice very lightly.

The two of them learned someone's tone and spoke in unison.

"Doctor Fu, no need, thank you."

After saying that, he disappeared at the door with a giggle.

Fu Xia: "..."

The temperature at Fu Xia's house, which was not very warm, may have risen a lot because of boiling noodles or other things.

Dr. Fu, who has always been calm, actually felt a little hot.

The man was still standing less than three steps away from her.

Fu Xia took a sip of water and moistened his slightly dry throat, trying to find something to stagger it.

But he said one thing first.

"The bugs flew out."

"Oh." Fu Xia breathed a sigh of relief and said with the flow, "Then you can close the door."

He said yes and went to close the door.

But as soon as the door was closed, Fu Xia regretted it.

In a closed space, only her and the person in front of her... it seems that the temperature has risen a little again.

She didn't know what was wrong with her today, and she was quite dissatisfied with her current state. The root cause was that she was dizzy by the two editors' winks.

She thought wildly, but she never dared to look up and see the man who returned to the sofa.

But he turned around and looked over.

"Doctor Fu, is the noodles cooked?"

Fu Xia was stunned and found that the bubbles in the noodle pot were about to overflow.

She quickly turned off the heat and then came to her senses. She heated the braised eggs, sprinkled with chopped green onions, and served with vegetables.

A bowl of hot spring noodles is ready.

Fu Xia brought him a bowl.

"I don't know how to cook, but I'm just doing noodles. I'm the way to inherit my parents' skills when opening a noodle restaurant."

She gave him the chopsticks.

"Just don't dislike it."

He paused in the steaming hot face.

"Thanks."

His voice seemed a little hoarse. Fu Xia glanced at him and remembered that he was present. He couldn't take off his mask to eat, so he went back to the bar, sat on a high stool, and had dinner with him.

He had no noise when eating noodles, and it was quiet and inconsistent.

Fu Xia blew the noodles in his bowl and slowly started eating.

It was actually an accident that she learned how to make noodles in her own noodle restaurant.

That year she went to Nanzhou for a summer vacation. Because she missed the intensive class, her parents kept her at home to do the exams most of the time. She only went to the store to help check out when she was busy at noon and evening.

Fu Xia never went to the kitchen to put noodles in the noodles, and at most, he helped the people who came to eat noodles to serve a few side dishes.

That night, her father went out to deliver the last order of takeout. She and her mother were tidying up in the store to close the door.

Unfortunately, the pregnant daughter-in-law of the boss at the fruit stall next door was about to give birth. No one in the family was at home and was in a hurry, so her mother volunteered to help.

Fu Xia couldn't help much and stayed in the noodle shop. He was afraid that the guests would not be able to greet him, so he pulled the security door halfway and turned off the lights in the lobby by the way.

The noodle restaurant was dark and I didn’t expect that someone would come.

He is very tall, so it is hard for him to bend down from the anti-theft door.

Fu Xia looked at him for a while.

After he had a meal at her house for a week, he disappeared for some reason for a few days, and even Fu Xia's mother said twice.

"Why don't you see Xiao Fan anymore? You won't be tired of eating our family's food, right?"

Fu Xia should have said to her mother at that time, "Don't bother him, will he come or not?"

But he hadn't been here for too many days, and it was abnormal.

Fu Xia was a little surprised to see him and stood there without moving for a moment.

But he laughed.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. Do you think of me so much? I was so excited that I couldn't speak?"

It was dim and his eyes were unexpectedly lit up in the lobby.

Fu Xia came to his senses and snorted.

"Didn't you see it when it's closed? I have no food to eat today."

But he didn't leave and sat in front of the table next to the door he had always liked.

"If you don't have food, you can give me some water. OK, okay."

His pitiful appearance made Fu Xia feel embarrassed to whisper to him.

Fu Xia said he couldn't do it.

"My parents are not at home, so I can pour you a glass of water at most."

But he still didn't leave, his eyes locked on her.

"Cook a bowl of noodles for me, I don't dislike it."

He didn't dislike it, and Fu Xia still disliked it.

She wanted to say no, but the headlights of the vehicle outside were shining in for a second, which made the dim lobby light up a little.

Fu Xia saw the boy sitting at the door with injuries on his face.

She was about to turn on the lights in the lobby again and see clearly.

He called her as soon as he walked to the switch.

"Don't turn on the lights."

His voice was a little hoarse and low. Fu Xia took back his hand with the light on and frowned and stared at the wound on his face.

"You fell on a motorcycle?"

The boy laughed helplessly.

"I'm that embarrassing in your eyes?"

It's not embarrassing, it's too arrogant.

He is obviously not the kind of domineering gangster, but he can drive the motorcycle even louder than the gangsters, and rumbling without stopping.

But he denied that Fu Xia frowned more and more.

"Being beaten?"

He laughed out loud and called "Help" helplessly.

"In your eyes, can I be beaten?"

It seems like I'm really fighting with someone.

Seeing that he had no intention of continuing, Fu Xia did not ask again.
To be continued...