You have Bai Yueguang, why are you in such a hurry when I choose a male model?

"Nanfeng?" Song Buci was also shocked.

"Do you live here?" Song Buci asked after looking at the door in front of him.

"Yeah." Fu Nanfeng responded, then his eyes fell on the suitcase she was dragging, and asked inconspicuously, "Did you move in here?"

"Yes, it's my brother's house. I'm borrowing it for half a year." Song Buci replied with a smile.

I didn’t expect that the neighbor next door would be Fu Nanfeng. What a coincidence.

After a brief greeting, Song Buci dragged his suitcase and opened the door opposite.

Fu Nanfeng stood at the door and looked inside, and found that the living room was full of things.

Song Buci put the two suitcases aside, and when he turned around to close the door, he found Fu Nanfeng standing outside.

"It's a mess in there. Once I clean it up, I'll treat you to dinner tomorrow." Song Buci put his hand on the door handle and said with a smile on his face.

There are a lot of things inside and it's very messy, so it's not really convenient to invite the other party in to sit down.

Fu Nanfeng nodded and then asked, "Will you come to my house for dinner after you finish your work? I'm going to cook."

As he spoke, he lifted the bag in his hand and said, "It will be very late when you finish packing. It will be inconvenient to order takeout then. I will call you when it is ready."

"No need..." Song Buci refused. It would not be a good idea to have dinner with someone else on the first day.

Fu Nanfeng pretended not to hear and made up his mind: "It's decided. I'll knock on your door when I'm ready."

After saying that, he turned around and opened the door and went in.

Looking at the closed door of his house, Song Buci sighed.

It's going to trouble the other party again.

Song Buci closed the door and turned around to see the things piled up in the living room. She sighed deeply.

It's another tough battle.

The large flat is not as big as the villa. There are only four rooms in it. Song Buci uses one as a cloakroom, plans to make another into a study, and uses the remaining one as a guest bedroom.

She put all her clothes in the cloakroom one by one. Fortunately, the room was big, otherwise it would not be able to hold all her clothes.

After packing up the clothes, Song Buci came to clean up the room.

I put on all four sets of bed sheets one by one. After doing all this, I was so tired that I collapsed in the chair.

"It's better to let men do this kind of work in the future. It's so tiring." Song Buci complained. After taking a break, he took out some small ornaments one by one and placed them on the bedside table.

After putting the last ornament in place, there was a knock on the door.

"Knock Knock-"

After hearing this, Song Buci immediately stood up straight and walked out to open the door. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Fu Nanfeng standing outside wearing a pink apron.

He took off his suit jacket, leaving only a black shirt on his upper body. He was dressed in black, but he was wearing a pink apron.

It seems particularly inconsistent when viewed this way.

"The food is ready, you can go eat." Fu Nanfeng said with a smile.

Seeing him like this, Song Buci looked him up and down, raised his hand and patted his strong arm and said, "You look quite different with this apron on."

"Really?" Fu Nanfeng looked down at the apron on his body with a smile on his face. "This apron was given to me when I bought this appliance."

"Suitable for you."

Song Buci said as he took the key and closed the door.

There are only two households on the 12th floor, she and Fu Nanfeng.

The two of them were facing each other, so Fu Nanfeng didn't close the door at all when he came over to call people.

The aroma of food wafted out from his room, and Song Buci sniffed.

It's really fragrant.

"What did you cook?" Song Buci followed him in, feeling extremely greedy.

"Garlic shrimp, braised pork ribs, corn and pork ribs soup, chicken and mushroom stew."

Listening to him announce the dishes and smelling the fragrance in the air.

Song Buci praised it very much: "It smells really good."

When he entered the living room, Song Buci realized that the decoration style of his entire house was dark gray.

The pink apron on Fu Nanfeng suddenly became the most eye-catching color in the entire living room.

Sitting at the dinner table, Fu Nanfeng considerately served her white rice.

"Thank you." Song Buci took it with both hands, picked up the chopsticks and waited for the other party to start eating.

Fu Nanfeng sat down and picked up his chopsticks, "Eat."

After getting permission, Song Buci started immediately.

Seeing that she had started eating, Fu Nanfeng picked up the bowl beside her and served her a bowl of corn and pork ribs soup.

"Drink some." Fu Nanfeng pushed the soup over and reminded him.

"Eat too, don't wait on me."

Throughout the meal, Fu Nanfeng took care of her silently.

He ate relatively little, and his eyes were on Song Buci most of the time.

The blue eyes are full of tenderness.

Perhaps he had looked at her too many times, and Song Buci couldn't stand it anymore. He put down his chopsticks, looked at him, sighed, and asked, "Just eat, don't keep looking at me."

"I'm embarrassed to be looking at you."

Fu Nanfeng smiled and nodded, "I understand."

After dinner, Song Buci volunteered to clear the table but was stopped.

"I'll do it, you go sit over there on the sofa." Fu Nanfeng hurried forward and held her wrist, saying hurriedly.

Finally, Song Buci sat on the sofa, and Fu Nanfeng considerately brought her some washed fruits and placed them in front of her.

He put the remote in front of her again: "If you are bored, watch some TV."

If others saw this attentive look, they would definitely be shocked.

That murderous man could be so gentle in front of a woman.

It's really disgusting to watch this guy not asking for money.

Song Buci nodded, took the cherry and started eating.

But his eyes fell on Fu Nanfeng, who was clearing the table. His black sleeves were rolled up, revealing his strong and muscular forearms.

He lowered his head and carefully cleaned up the leftovers on the table.

This man looks really handsome when he works seriously.

"Fu Nanfeng, has anyone ever told you that you are really handsome?" Song Buci said with a smile.

Men who work hard are indeed handsome.

Fu Nanfeng, who was cleaning the dishes, looked up at her after hearing this. She was sitting there smiling under the light, looking so bright and charming.

"You said it now." Fu Nanfeng took over, and then added, "So you think I'm handsome?"

"Very handsome." Song Buci nodded, "So go wash the dishes."

After everything was packed, the two sat down, turned on the TV and found a movie.

This movie has a very low rating, but Song Buci thought the name was nice so he clicked on it.

"Flower of Despair", the name of the movie, is quite literary.

The two of them sat on the sofa and watched a movie together.

The beginning of the movie is quite boring, with men pursuing girls in various ways, saying sweet words and even getting hurt for them.

The boy slowly coaxed the girl into his arms with sweet words until the third month after their marriage.

The husband swung his fist at his wife.

His wife's screams brought Song Buci, who had been playing with his mobile phone, back to his senses.

Looking at the woman being beaten to death on the big screen, Song Buci turned off his phone and watched in silence.

The same was true for Fu Nanfeng next to him.

The wife lying on the hospital bed looked at the man who once loved her deeply, her eyes full of sadness.

"Only cowards commit domestic violence." Fu Nanfeng frowned with displeasure on his face.

"This is not domestic violence, this is intentional homicide."