The ultimate teasing of a fishing beauty

"Yeah. He is indeed very good, and I like him very much."

Xia Yang's words were beyond the girl's expectations. She looked at the professor she admired so much in surprise. The smile on his face widened a little, and his eyes curved like crescent moons.

The only thing that replayed in my mind was what my companion had just said: Professor Xia’s eyes are so beautiful.

I didn't even think about the fact that the professor and I were chasing the same person.

Xia Yang glanced at the girl waiting for her at the classroom door.

Then he lowered his voice and said to the girl standing next to him, "Although Canteen One is more popular, the pickled fish in Canteen Three is still better. I think she will like it."

The girl's eyes suddenly widened, and a look of surprise spread across her eyes like ripples.

Xia Yang looked at her unrestrained expression and smiled faintly: "Go, she is still waiting for you."

The girl also looked towards the classroom door. When the person at the door saw her looking at him, he jumped twice on the spot and waved at her vigorously.

A sweet smile spread across her lips. "Thank you, Professor Xia. Let's go to the third cafeteria tonight and eat the pickled fish you recommended."

After Xia Yang returned the equipment used for class and registered it, he sent a message to Fu Xiuyan, asking him to go to the school gate and he would wait for him there.

As soon as the message was sent, Fu Xiuyan called.

"Hey?"

"Look back."

Xia Yang turned around and found a car parked at the corner of the road. It was the one he had been in that morning.

"You didn't go back?" Xia Yang walked towards the car.

"Well, this is closer to you."

Xia Yang paused. Fu Xiuyan, who had been watching him in the car, wanted to get out to pick him up when he suddenly stopped.

"Why don't you leave? Are you feeling unwell?"

Xia Yang seemed to be able to see Fu Xiuyan's movements: "Don't come down."

Fu Xiuyan put down his hand that had just touched the car door and sat back.

Xia Yang has already moved on: "I was just thinking about what to eat later."

"Has Xia Xia thought about it?"

"I thought of it. I want to eat pickled fish."

"Okay, let's eat pickled fish."

"Will you do it?"

"will not."

"Then eat what you cook."

"..."

Xia Yang narrowed his eyes: "Why are you silent? Are you not happy to cook for me?"

Then the car door suddenly opened, someone suddenly grabbed my waist, and I fell into the car. Before I could react, the car door had already closed behind me.

"You're robbing a man in the street." Xia Yang scolded with a smile.

"Yes, take her back and make her your wife. And then give her a litter of cubs for me."

"Hmph." Xia Yang pushed Fu Xiuyan away and sat down: "I can't give birth, you have to do it yourself if you want."

"I can't give birth by myself, I still need Xia Xia's help."

Xia Yang glanced at him sideways: "Why are you always so frivolous?"

"Am I old?"

“Older than me.”

"Ah! I'm hurt!" Fu Xiuyan covered his chest with both hands and collapsed straight onto Xia Yang's lap. His expression was filled with agony, and his eyelashes were trembling. It was as if he had actually been hit by an arrow.

This was the first time that Xia Yang experienced the actor's realistic acting skills at such close range, and she was shocked beyond words.

After a long time, he retracted his chin and pinched Fu Xiuyan's chest again: "I think the injury is not enough, I will shoot you with another arrow."

The driver in front had his mouth twitching.

Why does the boss seem to have been possessed after falling in love? Where is his wise, intelligent, calm and self-controlled boss?

The combined ages of these two people are at most three years old, no more!

Xia Yang thought they would go to Wangjiang Pavilion.

I didn’t expect to go straight back to Qingyun Mountain Residence.

Xia Yang got out of the car, puzzled. Fu Xiuyan scratched his nose and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to eat what I cooked?"

"Is what you cooked edible?" Xia Yang regretted it. He was just joking with him on a whim.

"You'll know after you eat it." Fu Xiuyan took Xia Yang's hand and walked into his home.

The carpet in the room looked familiar.

“When was it laid?”

"Last night, when you were working all night."

Okay. The CEO is really efficient.

Fu Xiuyan settled Xia Yang in the living room, turned on the TV for him, and brought snacks and milk and placed them next to him.

"I'm going to cook. You can eat something first, but don't eat too much."

Xia Yang was very disgusted with what he brought: "Why milk? I want coffee."

Fu Xiuyan remained unmoved: "Be good, just drink this. You still need to catch up on some sleep after dinner."

Xia Yang pursed his dry lips. After teaching a whole class, his mouth was indeed dry.

Forget it. It’s my own fault for being so magnanimous. I won’t bother with him.

After watching Xia Yang drink half a cup of milk, Fu Xiuyan went to the kitchen.

The ingredients were just delivered and were very fresh.

Fu Xiuyan's movements were very skillful. As soon as he finished filleting the fish, the sound came from the TV outside.

This feeling was very strange. He lived alone and his home was always quiet.

He also enjoys spending time alone.

Sometimes when Xu Che or Luo Han came over, there would inevitably be some noise. Every time he did, he would feel upset and want to quickly get rid of these strangers.

But with Xia Yang here, he felt that his past self was too pitiful. Now, the scene of him cooking in the kitchen while Xia Yang watched TV in the living room waiting for dinner seemed a bit more like a normal life.

My heart is filled to the brim.

Fu Xiuyan was in the kitchen, but his mind had already wandered off to accompany Xia Yang.

His ears were perked up, listening to the noise outside.

Um...it's a replay of last night's news broadcast.

Well, he was narrow-minded. He thought Xia Yang would watch his movie.

As soon as the news broadcast ended, Fu Xiuyan came out with the food.

The aroma was so strong that Xia Yang's stomach kept rumbling.

I didn't prepare much for the two of them, just four dishes and a soup.

Besides the pickled fish that Xia Yang specifically requested, there was also a dish of shrimp with vermicelli and garlic sauce, a steamed egg with egg and tofu, and a plate of stir-fried vegetables. It was very homely, and the portions weren't too big, just the right amount for the two of them.

Xia Yang trotted all the way to wash his hands.

She came back trottingly, then sat at the dining table, waiting obediently for Fu Xiuyan to sit down so that she could eat!

Fu Xiuyan brought out the last bowl of soup and saw Xia Yang sitting there as cute and well-behaved as a kindergarten kid, his eyes fixed on the dishes on the table.