Bigoted Mr. Fu Lets Me Do Whatever I Want

Yun Yao: "Of course, I've always said one thing."

Qin Shu slowly closed the laptop, stood up and looked at the man on the sofa: "I believe you, as the head of the family, will not talk about it."

Yun Yaoxun glanced at Ling Shu's action of closing his notebook, which seemed random but full of threats.

He chuckled, "You should be worried now, how to hide from him."

Qin Shu smiled.

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Qin Shu and Fu Tingyu stayed in Qingyun Village, but Xi Mo led them to the guest room.

Yun Yao stared at the back of the two leaving, thoughtfully.

Qingyunzhuang covers a very wide area, with guest rooms in the West Wing.

Qin Shu followed Xi Mo to one of the rooms, "Mr. Ling, this is your room."

After Xi Mo finished speaking, he looked at the man next to Ling Shu. Because he didn't know his name, he said, "This gentleman's room is next door."

Fu Tingyu glanced at the next room, a little dissatisfied.

West End said: "If you have any needs, you can just mention it. The maid is waiting outside, or you can come to me."

Qin Shu said: "Trouble Mr. West End."

"Mr. Ling is polite, then I will leave first, and call me whenever I need to."

West End finished speaking, turned and left.

Fu Tingyu took the girl's hand and walked tightly to one of the rooms, then closed the door.

When there were no outsiders, Qin Shu took off his cap and stretched out.

Because I had spent some brainpower just now, now I suddenly relax and feel a little sleepy.

Fu Tingyu took the girl into his arms and sat down on the mahogany sofa aside, "Tired?"

Qin Shu nestled in the man's arms and leaned his weight on him, "Well, I want to sleep."

"Then sleep for a while." The man changed her to a comfortable position.

"Yeah." Qin Shu nodded, but her chest was always stuffy, and she was a little uncomfortable sleeping. She whispered, "Baby Yu, my chest is tight."

Chest tightness?

The man lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the girl's chest, dressed in men's clothes and a corset underneath.

"I will help you untie it."

The girl gave a soft "um".

The man unbuttoned the corset for her, acting very gently, fearing to disturb her sleep.

After the girl was asleep, he picked her up to the bed and laid her flat on the bed.

Although it is a guest room, the decoration is very delicate.

The furniture is all fine solid wood.

Seeing the girl sleeping soundly, he stood up and went out.

Fu Tingyu came out this time without revealing his identity, plus major news, and there is no photo of him. Unless he is familiar with it, even if he sees it, he will not be recognized as Fourth Master Jiangcheng.

Passing through the gate of the moon cave, two maids suddenly appeared in front of them, with delicate appearances and slender figures.

"Sir, if you need anything, you can tell us." The maid blushed and whispered softly.

"I'm going to the kitchen." Fu Tingyu's voice was cold and distant.

"Sir, you can tell us what you need to eat." The maid lowered her head slightly.

Fu Tingyu directly refused: "No, I can do it myself."

The maids were surprised when they heard the words, and looked at each other with some doubts.

Because Fu Tingyu doesn't look like someone who can enter the kitchen no matter what his looks, temperament, or masculine charm.

"Sir, please follow me."

Fu Tingyu followed the maid out of the moon cave gate and all the way to the kitchen.

"Mr. This is the kitchen, where the ingredients are all available, so you can tell us if you need it." The maid whispered.

"Thank you." Fu Tingyu walked in. The kitchen was huge, and the chefs inside were busy preparing lunch.

Fu Tingyu walked to the oversized refrigerator, opened the door of the refrigerator, and began to select ingredients.

The two maids stood behind Fu Tingyu and waited.

Because Xi Mo had ordered, the two gentlemen who lived in the West Chamber were distinguished guests, so you should not neglect.

After picking the ingredients, he came to the pool and unbuttoned the cuff buttons with one hand, his movements were elegant and luxurious.

The maid took the apron and handed it to Fu Tingyu, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, do you need an apron?"

Fu Tingyu tilted his head and saw the dark blue apron. He took it and fastened it around his waist.

"Sir, let's help you wash the vegetables." The maid asked in a low voice, glanced at the ingredients on the counter.

"No." Fu Tingyu rolled up his sleeves and began to wash the vegetables.

In the huge kitchen, because of Fu Tingyu's appearance, the busy chefs have turned their attention.

Anyone can tell at a glance that he is not an ordinary person.

The hands were white and slender, and the joints were distinct. You can tell at a glance that the fingers do not touch the water.

"Who is that person?" the aunt picking vegetables on the side asked in a low voice.

"A distinguished guest from the garden," the maid whispered back.

"How can a distinguished guest wash and cook by himself? It looks like he is going to open his hands and open his mouth, not like a person who can cook."

"I don't know." The maid shook her head and looked at Fu Tingyu who was washing the vegetables, also very puzzled.

Fu Tingyu didn't seem to hear their remarks, taking a bath with ingredients, and then cutting vegetables.

His swordsmanship has been trained to the point of perfection, slices are slices, silk is silk, and the speed is fast.

Not only the maid, but even the chef was dumbfounded.

The chef couldn't help asking: "You are a chef? How do you look like a chef?"

"No." Fu Tingyu said with his hands unambiguous. After a while, the potato shreds were cut.

The chef was shocked again. He didn't learn to be a chef. The knife skills are so good?

Thinking of his apprenticeship back then, I didn't know how many potatoes were cut before he cut the potato shreds evenly.

There are more than dozens of stoves in the kitchen. Although it is for lunch, there are still a few available.

Fu Tingyu opened the fire neatly, poured the oil, and cooked the vegetables skillfully.

The heat is also well controlled.

The fact that Fu Tingyu entered the kitchen didn't know how it came to Yun Yao. He had never been in the kitchen before, and because he heard that the man who came with Ling Shu entered the kitchen.

When Yun Yao came, what he saw was Fu Tingyu, skillfully turning the vegetables, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Ximo who followed closely was also surprised.

Yun Yao looked at it for a while and said, "I didn't see it, he still cooks."

"Master, I don't think his status is ordinary." West End said.

Yun Yao asked: "Have you checked his identity?"

"I checked, I don't know anything." West End replied.

"His identity is not simple." Yun Yao looked at Fu Tingyu in front of the stove again, as if guessing who he was.

He suddenly asked: "Where is Ling Shu?"

"In the guest room, I didn't come out." Xi Mo replied.

"Go and see." After Yun Yao finished speaking, he turned and walked out.

A trace of doubt flashed in Xi Mo's eyes, and he quickly followed.

In the kitchen

Fu Tingyu did not find that Yun Yao and Xi Mo had been to the kitchen, but concentrated on cooking.

No one else found out.

They are all amazed at Fu Tingyu, who has never learned a chef, how good at cooking.

I just fry a dish, and the aroma diffuses in the kitchen, which makes people can't help but swallow.

West Wing Room

Xi Mo walked ahead and led the way, and when he reached the door of Ling Shu's room, he stopped, "Master, Ling Shu is in this room."