“Of course it’s true.” Rongshu brought her gaze back to meet the man’s gaze.
Looking at her calm and natural expression, Fu Jingting nudged her brow with his finger, “Alright, I believe you, but I still hope that you don’t hide anything from me, tell me, don’t make me worry.”
“Hmm.” Rongshu pulled the corners of her mouth a little and answered, but her heart was a little weak.
Fu Jingting took her hand, “Let’s go, go inside, finish trying on clothes early and go eat early, you’re hungry, right?”
Rongshu rubbed her stomach with her other hand, “Yes a little.”
“Then let’s go.” Fu Jingting said and quickened his pace.
Soon, the two entered this styling house.
The designer’s a*sistant had been waiting at the entrance early.
When he saw the two coming, he hurriedly greeted them warmly, guided them to sit on the sofa and served them the best coffee.
“Where’s your boss?” Fu Jingting ended up not drinking the coffee and put it aside, looking at the a*sistant and asking in a light voice.
Rongshu sat beside him without speaking, quietly sipping her coffee and leaving everything to him.
After all, this was originally arranged by him, so shouldn’t it be left to him.
“Our boss is on the phone with someone in her office, she knows you are here, so she asked me to come out first to receive you two, and she will come out after the phone call she finished.” The a*sistant smiled back.
Fu Jingting gave a hmph, indicating that he knew, and didn’t ask any questions.
Afterwards, the a*sistant served a lot of exquisite desserts and fruits, afraid of neglecting the two of them.
Not to mention, this was quite satisfactory to Fu Jingting.
Rongshu liked desserts, so the desserts served by the a*sistant did not satisfy him?
Fu Jingting looked at the several desserts on the table and finally chose a piece of mango mousse and brought it to Rongshu, “Try it.”
He knew that her favourite fruit was mango.
Speaking of which, the second batch of mangoes from the Red Leaf Villa were almost ripe, right?
When the first batch of mangoes were ripe, he was still in hypnosis and still thought of Gu Manyin as her, so when he learned that the first batch of mangoes from Red Leaf Villa were ripe this year, he immediately had some of the best ones selected and sent to Gu Manyin.
When he thought about it now, he could not wait to kill himself at that time.
But in the end, luckily, the mangoes were delivered to her by mistake.
She then wanted to return them to him, knowing that she had sent them to him by mistake, but he didn’t take them back in the end and let her keep them.
I just wonder what she ended up doing with the box of mangoes again, did she lose them?
Maybe it was lost.
At that time, they were already divorced and she was at the stage of resenting him, knowing that the box of mangoes was for Gu Manyin and had just been sent to her by mistake, she must have disliked the box of mangoes, so it was most likely that she had thrown it away.
“What are you thinking about?” Rongshu tapped the man’s shoulder.
The man’s eyes drifted for a moment and he looked back, “What’s wrong?”
Rong Shu squinted at him, “I was going to ask you what’s wrong, you gave me the dim sum, and when I took it then you didn’t let go and were dazed, those who didn’t know, thought you were deliberately teasing me and didn’t want to give it to me?”
When Fu Jingting heard her say that, he looked down at his hand, and only then did he realize that he had actually been holding that mango mousse, without letting go.
“Ahem!” Fu Jingting coughed lightly in embarra*sment, then put the mango mousse in her hand and said apologetically, “Sorry, something came to mind.”
“What is it?” Rongshu forked a piece of mango, not eating it herself, but handing it to Fu Jingting.
Fu Jingting glanced at the dessert on his lips and raised his eyebrows, “For me?”
“Mm.” Rongshu nodded, “Otherwise why would I hand it to you, I know you don’t like these, but it’s still okay to eat a little bit every now and then, you know I like to eat these, for me, eating these would feel happy, so I also want to share the ones I like and feel happy with you.”
“Okay, I’ll try it then.” Fu Jingting opened his mouth and took the dessert she handed him, along with the fork.
Rongshu watched him eat the dessert and prepared to take the fork back.
As a result, when she tugged, she found that she couldn’t, and the man had actually bitten the fork down.
“What are you doing?” Rongshu gave him a blank look, “Can you eat properly, why are you acting like a child and asking for a fork?”
Fu Jingting let out a low laugh and let go of the fork, “I just wanted to tease you a little.”
After saying that, he hurriedly picked up his coffee to suppress the taste in his mouth.
When Rongshu saw him drinking his coffee in such a hurry, her heart thudded, “What’s wrong? Is it hard to eat?”
Fu Jingting shook his head, “No, I just don’t like to eat anything too sweet, this dessert is too sweet.”
Rongshu sighed in relief, “So that’s it, I thought it was too unpleasant and made you feel uncomfortable somewhere.”
“No.” Fu Jingting drew a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth with an elegant movement, “I’m not uncomfortable, on the contrary I’m happy.”
“Happy?” Rongshu tilted her head, somewhat unable to understand, “You can’t even eat something so sweet, you can’t stand one bite of it, how can you still feel happy!”
“Of course I’m happy.” Fu Jingting put down his coffee and looked at her, “You share what you think is good with me and feed it to my mouth yourself, that’s happiness.”
Rongshu blushed and smiled, “You’re really good at coaxing me to be happy.”
“I’m not coaxing you, I really mean it.” Fu Jingting took her hand and placed it where his heart was.
Rongshu felt his heartbeat, but didn’t know if it was an illusion.
She always felt that his heartbeat seemed a little less regular, as if it was a bit slower in rhythm than hers.
Shaking her head, it must be an illusion, people’s heartbeats are all the same, how could it be slower.
So it must be that she was overthinking things.
Thinking like this, Rong Shu quickly put the doubts in her heart to the back of her mind and drew her hand back, “Alright, I know you really mean it, come on stop it, someone is watching.”
Saying that, she looked in one direction with some embarra*sment.
There, the a*sistant was looking at them with an aunt’s smile on her face.
Rongshu also knew that there were many people who knocked themselves and Fu Jingting’s c’s, Tian Sheng Group had several of them, and every time Fu Jingting came looking for her, she could always see these c fans showing an aunt smile, exactly like this a*sistant in front of her.
So, this a*sistant, was also her and Fu Jingting’s c-fan?
Fu Jingting also noticed the a*sistant’s presence, but didn’t care.
It’s normal for him to be close to his lover, and he’s not doing anything else, so if others want to see it, they have to.
But he had always respected Rongshu, and if she didn’t want to be intimate in front of others, he wouldn’t force her.
Of course, there are exceptions, if kissing or something, receive half of someone came, he will not necessarily stop.
“Right, the mangoes at Red Leaf Villa are almost ripe, I’ll have someone send some over, what do you think?” Fu Jingting looked sideways at Rong Shu beside him and asked her opinion.
When Rong Shu heard the words mangoes from Red Leaf Villa, the movement of her forked dessert paused for a moment, “You said Red Leaf Villa?”
“Mm.” Fu Jingting nodded slightly.
Rongshu seemed to think of something and pursed her red lips, “I remember, a few months ago, the mangoes you prepared for Gu Manyin came from the Red Leaf Villa, right?”
Upon hearing this, Fu Jingting secretly said in his heart, “Sure enough.
She was still concerned about this matter.
“Yes.” Fu Jingting did not weasel and nodded and admitted, “In fact, the mangoes from Red Leaf Villa, I had booked them a long time ago, they were always booked for you, only you like to eat mangoes, Gu Manyin is allergic to mangoes, but at that time Gu Manyin impersonated you, and I couldn’t even realize that she was a fake due to hypnosis, so I was bent on taking her for you, that’s why I sent the mangoes to her. Go.”
“But in the end, it was sent to me.” Rongshu looked at him with a wry smile.