"Aren't you worried about looking fat when you meet your Mr. Right if you eat this much every day?" After he said that, Zheng Haoyu wished he could bite off his own tongue.
Su Nian didn't even bother to look at him. After all the talk, was she just wasting her breath?
Su Nian resignedly got up to clean the table. She couldn't count on Zheng Haoyu. Even if his arm wasn't broken, he wouldn't help her clean up.
Zheng Haoyu sat in the living room for a while, frequently glancing at Su Nian busying herself in the kitchen. There was something cozy filling his heart bit by bit.
In the afternoon, Su Nian sent her designs to her French company via e-mail, concluding her work for the day.
When she knocked on Zheng Haoyu's bedroom door, there was no answer.
Su Nian wouldn't think that Zheng Haoyu was asleep. For a workaholic like him, sleeping was a waste of life.
Just as Su Nian expected, Zheng Haoyu was in his study, staring at a large electronic screen and monitoring stock trends.