Doting on Mr. Su (9) His thoughts are written in the book every day

  "What the f**k?! You're too inhumane! I just lost 2,000 yuan because of you!" Zhang Nan even cursed and couldn't help but suspect: "You two are colluding with each other, aren't you?"

  Then came Fu Chaoyang's loud laughter: "You don't understand, he finally managed to fool my sister into coming over, how could he bear to waste his youth with you old men?"

  Luckily I have quick hands and eyes, otherwise I wouldn't have caught what came after "I don't understand".

  It's not easy to fool me, is it? Does he have the nerve to say that? I spoke loudly into the phone, addressing Chaoyang in a sweet and gentle tone: "My dear brother, you also played a role in fooling me. As the saying goes, 'the green hills will always be there, but the flowing water will eventually return.' Those who go out to make trouble will eventually have to pay for it."

  The other side suddenly burst out laughing.

  Su Hao took away the phone and hung up, putting it back in his pocket, asking: "Isn't it good to accompany you shopping and carry bags?"

  "Do you enjoy it?"

  "Yes, it feels good."

  I was a bit surprised: "You're the first person to give 'accompanying women shopping' a good review, many men see it as a disaster!"

  "They should be allowed a taste of losing and regaining." Mr. Su said seriously.

  His words shocked me inexplicably.

  Lost and found again...

  I twirled the straw in my milk tea and gazed out the window at the passersby, trying to steer clear of this awkward topic.

  There have been countless times when I went shopping with Song Na, got tired and sat in a dessert shop watching "girlfriends shopping, boyfriends carrying bags". Today, I'm experiencing it myself, and the feeling is really different.

  How to say?

  Is this what they call vanity?

  When I walked in front of Mr. Su with empty hands and extremely leisurely, my mood was exceptionally good, just like having a visually pleasing male servant or butler.

  This type of comic seems to be quite popular lately.

  Just thinking about it makes me feel triumphant. No matter how much negative emotions he brought to me before, at least at this moment, he looks like a follower, I'm used to his arrogance, such a low posture, it's easy for me to have a "revenge" feeling.

  I've decided to write off all past grievances and no longer dwell on the past. I want to walk out of the demonic obstacles he's given me.

  After drinking a cup of hot milk tea, my whole stomach warmed up and my fatigue dissipated. I started to miss the two little Samoyeds at home, who should be rolling around in the living room at this time, two big fluffy balls, don't know if they've eaten yet.

  I opened my phone to look at photos and thought of Aunt Zhou, so I asked him: "Is Aunt Zhou a part-time worker or a nanny?"

  "Part-time worker."

  I looked up at him: "Today I heard her tell stories, it turns out you also have a passionate side, but why is she just a part-time worker?"

  "What did you find out or what did you sense?" He looked at me with a hint of a smile, his eyes fixed on mine: "Tell me, how do you think?"

  This question is well-substantiated and has content.

  "All the above problems don't exist, I just find it strange that a temporary worker has been working for four years, don't you think it's a bit long? I thought about it and added another question: "You helped her with the lawsuit, even helped her child solve the school problem, how can you still care about the temporary worker and the nanny?"

  Part-time workers need to commute, with uncertain working hours and content, but nannies have fixed working hours, more work content, and the latter can also live in the master's house. As long as it is a villa, they will specially design a dedicated living area for employees such as nannies and drivers, open a special door, but Mr. Su let Aunt Zou be a part-time worker for more than four years, isn't this very strange?

  Seeing a monk off until he reaches the Western Heaven means helping others all the way to the end. It doesn't make sense to help someone only halfway and leave them hanging.

  He gave me the feeling that he had helped me through thick and thin, but then suddenly stopped, inexplicably abandoning me in the calm sea, and withdrew.

  If Su Hao just wanted to give her time to study professional housekeeping services, then Zou Ayi would have almost obtained all the certificates, and she was still just a high-paid hourly worker.

  Su Hao's response was just a faint smile: "Helping too much makes it easy to become taken for granted."

  I tilted my head: "Aunt Zou doesn't seem like...that kind of person."

  He looked at me with a lazy attitude, almost squinting: "Which eye are you looking at?"

  “……”

  He asked which eye every time, just reminding me to use my heart's eye, and that I shouldn't look at things only on the surface, easily neglecting many underlying problems.

  But Aunt Zou doesn't seem like the kind of person who would easily forget a favor, does she? Does she take Su Hang's help for granted? Yet, her words still convey genuine gratitude towards Su Hang. So where is the problem?

  I'm having some trouble understanding.

  But these things have nothing to do with me, I'm just curious, and it's easy to get over it. I glanced at the time on my phone: "Oh, it's 11:40, we can have lunch now, what are you going to treat me to?"

  I put my mobile phone into my pocket and heard him ask: "Shouldn't you be treating me today?"

  I looked up at him and saw the shopping bag on his chair, my mood improved, and I said straightforwardly: "Then I'll treat you to a KFC meal, with a super value lunch!"

  "Hmph, in the morning I'm a driver, an assistant, and an ATM machine. He's quite willing to just give me a super-value lunch to get rid of me." He looks rather disheartened.

  Then, after I tidied up my clothes, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulled it down, and accurately kissed my lips in a posture that made it seem like I was kissing him.

  Then he let go of this kiss before I could react, adjusted my collar with one hand, and smiled: "Take you to eat Kung Pao shrimp balls."

  This is my favorite dish, next door to the beautiful Jiangnan.

  We ordered a pair of small grass rice, bridge pork ribs, dry stir-fried four seasons beans, dry pot baby cabbage, and my favorite pickled potato mash to go with the dishes, as well as Kung Pao crystal shrimp balls.

  Don't just look at the two of us ordering double portions of dishes, the genuine high-quality dishes are really there in large quantities, and eating by headcount may not be enough to fill our stomachs.

  He also argued with me about drinks, I wanted to drink honey grapefruit juice, he insisted on drinking snow pear tea to moisten the lungs, I got angry, pretended to stand up and sighed: "Then wait for me, I'll go buy a cup..."

  The waiter smiled and looked at us, Mr. Su also helplessly said: "Give her some." He handed the menu back and said: "Also give her a bowl of papaya stewed with swallow's nest to nourish her lungs."

  I'm speechless...

  If it were anyone else standing in front of me, if I had something convenient to throw nearby, I would have thrown it at his face by now!

  In front of the waiter, he directly poked at someone's sore spot like this. Who doesn't know that papaya nourishes the lungs? Does he need to say another word?

  Besides, my intimate clothing has been handled by him and it's really troubling me. He knows my size and it's also very embarrassing for me. Some things are different from when I was a kid to now, but he completely automatically filters out the things he wants to ignore. What's even more hateful is that except for some inevitable awkwardness at times, I've actually gotten quite used to this mode...

  It's really "habit is second nature" that kills people.

  What does he take me for?

  I saw the waiter purse his lips and say "please wait a moment" with a stifled smile, and when he left and closed the door, he looked back at us with a face that seemed to have just watched a play.

  Can't help but cover his face, listening to him say: "Tomorrow go take the test from subject one to subject three, in the afternoon I'll take you to practice driving."

  "So this meal is a farewell dinner? If I don't pass the exam, I'm doomed?"

  He couldn't help but cry and laugh: "Can't you think better of me?"

  "Who made your brain so twisted, who knows what you mean by one sentence... Can't treat him like a normal person at all, can't even speak directly and rely on guessing, I'm also speechless, okay?"

  "So," he suddenly became serious and solemn, staring straight into my eyes, and asked: "Fu Yingxue, what do you think I mean to you?"

  "Are you interested in me?" I blurted out, and then regretted it. It was just one of those phrases that came out without thinking. I quickly added a "cough" to cover myself up, turned my head away, and said stiffly: "A complex question asked by someone with complicated thoughts, I frankly admit, I have no idea."

  "Are you saying that?" He smiled softly and called out my name: "Fu Yingxue, my thoughts are very simple, so simple that from start to finish there's only been one person, and that's you. What did you misunderstand that made you refuse to contact me?"

  " Misunderstanding? Is that so?" I asked, trying to remain calm. "What kind of misunderstanding would make you reject me and then bring your girlfriend into my home, entering my room without my consent, despite my protests and objections, and even arguing with me just to appear together and hurt me?"

  "I had to take a deep breath to calm my emotions before I could continue: 'Just because I was young and infatuated with you back then, causing you trouble, so you took her and left the country without even letting me know? Is that what you call a misunderstanding?'"

  He listened, his eyebrows furrowing: "Who told you she's my girlfriend?"

  I sneered: "They are inseparable, a perfect match, and she even admitted it herself. Did I hear wrong?"

  He fell silent for a moment, his phoenix eyes narrowing slightly as he closed them, then opened them again before speaking quietly: "You didn't hear wrong, but she's not my girlfriend. I've never said she was... there has never been anyone else..."

  I don't know if it was because of his denial or the subtle tone of the next sentence, but I suddenly felt a sour nose and my eyes welled up with tears, which I desperately held back.

  All these years have passed, I still fear him standing in front of me, smiling gently and telling me 'she is my girlfriend', and that 'girlfriend' is not me.

  I wiped away my tears, and he seemed to take a deep breath before continuing: "You were only 14 years old back then, an age where you didn't understand anything yet. And me? I was seven years older than you, and I understood everything that I should or shouldn't have. What did I feel about you since we were young, do you know?"

  "You pamper me, spoil me, and treat me well, not just ordinary good..."

  He smiled slightly: "You're absolutely right." Then he resumed his serious expression: "But to me, these feelings are superficial. The first time I saw you, you were only five years old, picking cherries in the cherry orchard, wearing a hair clip with a bow, dressed like a little princess, yet climbing trees."

  There was a hint of joy in his voice, and I wondered when this happened.

  "At that time, I knew you were Piao Chao Yang's treasure. He always had a helpless look on his face, saying you were a two-faced little monkey. That day, I saw it for myself, you probably don't remember, you curtsied and greeted me with a Western-style bow, sweetly calling me 'Huang Gege'. He suddenly chuckled: "You called me that and my whole body went soft... At that time, I thought to myself, why not snatch you away from Piao Chao Yang's hands? I liked the feeling you gave me, even when he mentioned you before, I didn't think it was bad, but at that moment, I was actually jealous to the point of gritting my teeth..."

  At this time, a knock at the door sounded, and he responded with a sigh of relief, "Come in."

  The waiter asked if he could bring up the dishes, and he nodded at me with a smile: "Eat first, talk about it when you get home."

  Looking at the full table of delicious food, I deeply regret bringing up this matter during dinner, just like bungee jumping being suspended in mid-air, more tragic than having no one to rescue.