Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 62

Wu Yu was speechless, his lips trembled slightly, and he managed to laugh for a while: "...I fell asleep and didn't hear you."

This reason was so clumsy that he couldn't make it up. Bu Zhonghua's hand on his face didn't relax at all: "Are you hiding from me?"

"Why am I hiding from you?"

"Then why don't you go home?"

The two of them stood and sat together. Wu Yu was almost completely shrouded in shadow by Bu Zhonghua's capable and powerful aura. He looked away and said vaguely: "I...I'll come back to get some change of clothes."

It's strange that when he faced the drug dealers attacking the village, the roaring military vehicles, the hail of bullets and bullets in the flames, and even the rows of blown-up body parts, he was just angry instead of shrinking, just like the root called fear. His nerves had already been completely suppressed by his strong calmness.

But now facing Bu Zhonghua's calm question, he couldn't help but feel a little timid from the bottom of his heart, as if he had packed up his bags and ran away from home and was caught on the spot... his little wife.

Bu Zhonghua pulled his chin back a little: "Now that I've finished taking it, is it time to go back with me?"

Wu Yu was not very confident, "Didn't you go to dinner tonight?"

Bu Zhonghua said coldly: "I heard from Liao Gang that you were sick, so I put down my chopsticks and came straight away. Otherwise, would you still have the heart to sit there and eat?"

"..." Wu Yu only had one thought in her mind, Liao Gang, why are you babbling all day long when you have nothing to do?

"Ahem, cough! Well," Wu Yu pretended not to hear the word "sick" and glanced at the watch on the wrist next to his cheek, "look at what time it is now. Go back to the evening rush hour and get stuck in traffic." It's at least nine o'clock when I get back to your house. It's almost ten o'clock when you're ready. What else are you going to eat? Just eat here."

Bu Zhonghua stared at his evasive black eyes: "You will do it for me?"

Wu Yu was discouraged and said, "I'll do it for you."

"Oh? Didn't you just lock me out and not let me in?"

"...Didn't I hear you while I was asleep?"

Bu Zhonghua smiled meaninglessly, then slowly let go of his hand and stood up. The lingering strong sense of oppression finally dissipated.

Wu Yu felt uncomfortable with seeing the prince arriving at Cinderella's small woodshed. He stood up and relaxed his shoulders, trying his best to dispel this strange feeling, and asked pretending not to care, "What do you want to eat?"

Bu Zhonghua asked: "What do you eat?"

When Wu Yu goes home in the evening, he just orders a takeaway from nearby. Basically, it's stir-fried or vegetarian dumplings for ten or twenty yuan, and he doesn't care about gutter oil or Sudanese red. But this prince Bu Zhonghua... this health-preserving man will definitely not be able to accept it. He may hold his thermos cup and criticize for how long. Maybe he will be forced to eat brown rice and boiled pumpkin after he returns, causing tens of thousands of tons of gutter oil. Make up for the damage.

Wu Yu was already very familiar with Bu Zhonghua's usual way of eating. She went to the refrigerator and rummaged through it and found a few potatoes, half a dozen eggs and a small handful of noodles. After thinking about it, she went to the balcony and pinched a handful of spring onions: "Eat noodles." ?"

Bu Zhonghua leaned against the door of the bedroom with his arms folded, watching him busy, and said calmly: "Eat."

"Then I'll make you some chopped green onion noodles." Wu Yu broke the jar and said, "I don't have any meat at home, so just eat it."