Just met you: This guy is a bit warm

Don’t look at what is inappropriate, don’t look at what is inappropriate, Su Ruonan silently chanted the meditation mantra in her heart.

Su Ruonan tried to calm herself down, but her heartbeat was still accelerating. Fortunately, she was not wearing a sports watch, otherwise the watch would have issued a tachycardia warning at this moment, which would have been very embarrassing.

"Where...where do I put my luggage?" Su Ruonan looked away, turned her head and looked towards the bedroom.

Song Shiye stopped teasing Su Ruonan and put away his naughty smile. What if she cried and couldn't be comforted? Song Shiye didn't want to see his wife cry, it would distress him, of course, except for certain special times.

"Follow me." Song Shiye walked in front carrying Su Ruonan's suitcase and headed towards the cloakroom.

The small suitcase looks particularly miniature in Song Shiye's hands, and the pink suitcase has a kind of contrasting cuteness in Song Shiye's slender and bony hands.

Song Shiye brought Su Ruonan to a room. When the door was opened, he saw that three walls of the room were lined with wardrobes. In the middle of the room was a low cabinet with a transparent glass top, and sunglasses were neatly arranged inside.

"Mrs. Song, this is the cloakroom. You can put whatever wardrobe you want inside."

After saying that, Song Shiye pushed open a door in the cloakroom and said to Su Ruonan, "This is our bedroom."

Song Shiye's tone was obviously casual and normal, but Su Ruonan always felt like she was being teased again.

I must be overthinking it. Song Shiye doesn't look like that kind of person.

Su Ruonan nodded to indicate that she understood.

"You should tidy up your clothes first and come out for dinner later." After saying that, Song Shiye left the cloakroom.

Su Ruonan looked at the huge wardrobe and randomly picked one to open. Song Shiye's clothes were already hanging inside. Su Ruonan felt that given their current relationship, hanging clothes together would seem a bit intimate, not to mention that she also had underwear.

If it was hung together with Song Shiye's clothes, then every time Song Shiye took out his clothes, he would see his underwear, wouldn't he? Su Ruonan didn't even dare to think about it, so she quickly closed the wardrobe door and opened the door next to it.

It turned out that the closet contained Song Shiye's pajamas and underwear. Just a glance and a row of solid-colored underwear of various shades immediately appeared in her mind. Su Ruonan hurriedly closed the closet door and looked outside, afraid that Song Shiye would suddenly appear. Fortunately, he didn't come over.

Su Ruonan fanned her hot cheeks with her hands, trying to relieve the heat.

Su Ruonan had no choice but to open another wardrobe. Surprisingly, there was not a single empty wardrobe. Every wardrobe contained Song Shiye’s clothes, and some wardrobes even contained only one or two pieces of clothing.

Su Ruonan looked at the wardrobe and smiled helplessly. Now, she had to hang the clothes together even if she didn't want to. After all, this was Song Shiye's home, and she couldn't move Song Shiye's clothes without permission.

Su Ruonan chose a relatively empty wardrobe, opened her suitcase, took out hangers from the wardrobe and put the clothes into the wardrobe one by one.

But what about underwear? I can’t just put them in there so openly.

Su Ruonan decided not to put her underwear away for now and go to the supermarket in the afternoon to buy an underwear storage box.

It was half an hour later when Su Ruonan came out of the cloakroom. As soon as she walked into the living room, she smelled the aroma of food.

Su Ruonan walked into the kitchen curiously, and her almond-shaped eyes immediately widened in disbelief. She saw Song Shiye wearing an apron, looking like a good family man, which was very different from the usual image of a domineering president. It was hard to imagine that Song Shiye had such a side.

The sleeves of his shirt were casually rolled up, revealing a pair of muscular arms with clearly visible bulging veins on his arms, his hormones overflowing.

He shook the pot in his hand casually, and the vegetables in the pot rolled over a few times and then fell into the plate. Soon, the delicious shrimp and celery were served.

There were several cooked dishes on the side, including minced meat and tofu, stir-fried lettuce, and tomato and egg soup.

Su Ruonan thought that a company CEO like Song Shiye would not be able to cook. Aren’t all the domineering CEOs in novels like that?

If Su Ruonan hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she might have suspected that these dishes were takeout ordered by Song Shiye.

Song Shiye turned around and saw Su Ruonan, who had entered the kitchen at some point, staring blankly at the dishes on the table. Worried that his wife was hungry, Song Shiye urged her, "Mrs. Song, go wash your hands first. The meal will be ready soon."

Su Ruonan finally came to her senses: "Oh, okay." Then she walked out of the kitchen.

Song Shiye looked at Su Ruonan who was leaving, with a glint of light in his deep eyes: Judging from my wife's reaction, has she gotten used to being called Mrs. Song? How about trying the name "wife" some other day?

When Su Ruo came out of the bathroom after washing her hands, Song Shiye had already brought all the dishes to the dining table in the living room, even adding rice, and the chopsticks were neatly placed aside.

Su Ruonan smiled awkwardly and then sat down. She felt a little guilty about eating the ready-made food without helping to cook anything.

Su Ruonan picked up a piece of shrimp and put it in her mouth. After chewing it for a few times, her round eyes curved with praise: "So fresh, the shrimp you made is so delicious."

Hearing Su Ruonan's praise, Song Shiye raised his eyebrows, then picked up a piece of tofu and put it into Su Ruonan's bowl: "Mrs. Song, try the tofu."

Su Ruonan thanked him and then put the tofu that Song Shiye had given her into her mouth. The tofu melted in her mouth and the meat on the tofu did not have any meaty smell.

Nuwa may have favored Song Shiye when she created humans, otherwise how could he do everything so well, even cooking so deliciously, not inferior to the chefs of star-rated hotels.

"Song Shiye, your cooking is really delicious. It's even better than what the chefs in the star-rated hotels outside make."

Song Shiye smiled and said, "Mrs. Song, if you like, I will do it for you every day in the future."

Song Shiye just smiled and didn't respond.

Su Ruonan didn't take Song Shiye's words seriously. As the president of the company, he must be very busy with work. How could he have time to cook for himself every day?

Seeing that Song Shiye kept picking up food for her, but she hadn't eaten much, Su Ruonan said seriously, "Song Shiye, just eat. You haven't eaten much yet. You don't need to pick up food for me. I can do it myself."

Hearing Su Ruonan calling her by her full name, her narrow eyes darkened: "Mrs. Song, we are married now, can we change our name to Mrs. Song?"

After hearing what Song Shiye said, Su Ruonan was a little confused. Calling him by his full name did seem a bit strange, but what other name should he use?

Su Ruonan looked at Song Shiye cautiously and asked tentatively, "How about I call you Mr. Song?"