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

When Song Buci heard the name again, he couldn't guess who it was for a moment.

After thinking hard, Song Buci realized that this person was the assistant pianist in the Ferr band.

Song Buci hadn't heard this name for so long that he almost forgot it.

[Song Buci: That's unknown. She works hard, and I work hard too. We'll see you on the field.]

When Ran Chu saw this message, he sighed in his heart that Song Buci had a really good attitude.

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The next day, Song Buci woke up early, which was rare. After she finished packing, she went out and knocked on Fu Nanfeng's door.

Fu Nanfeng was still making breakfast inside. When he heard the noise, he came over to open the door.

When he opened the door, he found Song Buci standing outside. He was very surprised and said in disbelief: "Buci, why are you up so early?"

As he asked, Fu Nanfeng raised his wrist to check the time and found that it was only half past seven.

"Aren't you going to catch a plane soon? I'm here to give you a ride." Song Buci said it very bluntly, without any beating around the bush.

Fu Nanfeng was flattered. He didn't expect her to say it directly.

Song Buci has been very straightforward recently and never hides his feelings.

"Come in first." Fu Nanfeng stepped aside to let Song Buci go inside. "My breakfast is still a little short of finishing. Please wait a moment."

Song Buci nodded and walked in.

Entering the living room, Song Buci saw a black suitcase placed next to the sofa.

There was also a black bag on the suitcase, which contained a computer.

Song Buci touched the suitcase and asked, "Have you packed all your things?"

Fu Nanfeng in the kitchen heard the sound and shouted back, "It's cleaned up."

After replying, he quickly said, "Please sit down first. The egg powder will be ready soon."

Song Buci walked to the kitchen door, smelled the fragrance in the air, and his eyes fell on Fu Nanfeng.

He wore a black shirt on the upper body and black suit pants on the lower body. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his strong forearms.

Fu Nanfeng was wearing a purple apron with a Kuromi printed on it, which looked very different on him.

He scooped all the flour in the pot into the bowl one by one, then picked up the pot with one hand and washed it clean.

The veins on his exposed forearm popped out when he lifted the pot.

Song Buci leaned against the door frame, crossed his arms and watched the scene, which he found extremely beautiful.

After washing the pot clean, Fu Nanfeng put it back on the stove, then lit the fire, boiled the water dry, and put cooking oil in it. After the oil was hot, Fu Nanfeng took the eggs and beat them with one hand and put them into the pot.

After a while of operation, Song Buci just felt it was particularly charming.

So handsome.

After frying the rice, Fu Nanfeng put the two fried eggs into the bowl one by one, and then took the bowl out.

"Don't stand there. Come and sit here and have breakfast." Fu Nanfeng reminded.

Sitting at the dining table, Song Buci took the chopsticks he handed over and watched him untie his apron and sit down.

Song Buci couldn't help but sigh: "You are really virtuous."

"I make breakfast for me every day and cook dinner at night."

Fu Nanfeng doesn't think he is virtuous, as his father often cooks for his mother.

So cooking for his beloved woman was a common thing for him.

His father once said that cooking is a necessary skill for every man.

To capture a woman, you must capture her stomach, so that she will think of you the moment she sees a certain dish.

Looking at Fu Nanfeng, who was handsome, good at cooking, and treated her well, all Song Buci wanted to say was reduced to two words: "virtuous."

"Haha." Fu Nanfeng, who was praised as virtuous, just smiled.

Whether she is virtuous or not, at least in her eyes she is virtuous, not violent.

After the two of them finished their breakfast quietly, Song Buci went to the underground garage with him. Song Buci watched him put the luggage in the trunk.

After thinking for a long time, he couldn't help but say: "Come back early, I still need you to prepare my birthday party."

"I know, I've already started making arrangements." Fu Nanfeng closed the trunk door and turned to say to her.

"You can look forward to it."

"Row."

The two chatted briefly, and Fu Nanfeng looked at the time and said, "I'm leaving now. You should go to work early too."

"Be careful when driving."

Song Buci nodded, looked at him and finally couldn't help but rush up and hug him.

He just hugged her gently and then let go, but this action made Fu Nanfeng's blue eyes widen instantly.

"Go quickly." Song Buci said and turned away.

Fu Nanfeng stood stiffly in his original posture. He raised his arms and hugged himself, as if he could hug Song Buci and feel her warmth.

But Fu Nanfeng was very happy. The fact that she could reach out and hug him proved that his efforts during this period were not in vain.

"Come on!" Fu Nanfeng cheered himself up secretly, then sat in the driver's seat and set off with high morale.

On the other side, Song Buci touched his pounding heart, his cheeks blushing.

"It's over, am I going to fall?" Song Buci said to himself.

I felt a little reluctant to see him leave, and took the initiative to hug him.

No way, Song Buci, are you really going to fall?

Realizing that something was wrong with her relationship, Song Buci didn't hesitate and directly called the only one among the three of them who had been in love, married, and had a child.

Chen Jue was still sleeping when he was woken up by a phone call from Song Buci.

"Is there anything wrong?" Chen Jue asked lazily, his voice sounding lazy.

"I seem to have fallen in love with Fu Nanfeng." Song Buci went straight to the point and told him his current situation directly.

This one sentence immediately drove away Chen Jue's sleepiness.

"Really?" Chen Jue opened his eyes and his voice became serious.

"Correct."

"Tell me about the situation." Chen Jue said.

"He was on a business trip today. Seeing him leaving, I felt a pang of reluctance in my heart, and I rushed over to hug him."

Chen Jue listened to her description and nodded, saying, "Only those who care about others will be reluctant to let them go."

"You may really be in love with Fu Nanfeng."

When Song Buci heard this, he felt sick all over.

"I didn't expect that I would fall in love." Song Buci shouted, and the voice was so loud that Chen Jue unconsciously held the phone away.

"He is pursuing you, will you agree to be his girlfriend?" Chen Jue continued to ask.

"I don't know about that. He hasn't really confessed to me." Song Buci hugged the hem of his clothes and made an excuse for himself.

"What if he confessed his feelings?" Chen Jue continued to ask.

"I don't know about that."

"It just so happens that he's on a business trip this week, so you can think about it carefully," said Chen Jue.

Song Buci thought about it and felt that it was feasible. Only by thinking about it carefully could he understand his own feelings.