Chapter 15 I do have ideas about you.

Just after he finished speaking, the elevator arrived at the designated floor and the elevator door slowly opened.

An enticing aroma of food wafted out from the open door opposite, filling the entire corridor.

Fu Jingcheng's eyes lit up, and without waiting for Ruan Liuzheng to stop him, he ran into Xie Qingcen's house and shouted excitedly, "Uncle Xie!"

Xie Qingcen came out, rubbed Fu Jingcheng's head with a smile, and said, "Kid, is school over?"

He hadn't taken off the apron around his waist yet. He was only wearing a snow-white shirt with his sleeves half rolled up, looking casual at home.

It added a bit of fireworks to him, and he lost the elite style during the day.

Instead, he looked a bit like a husband.

This was the thought that came to Ruan Liuzheng's mind when she saw him for the first time.

She pursed her lips and walked forward silently.

The conversation between Fu Jingcheng and Xie Qingcen continued -

Fu Jingcheng nodded vigorously at Xie Qingcen, and his little head looked behind him curiously, "Uncle Xie, what delicious food did you make? It smells so good!"

Although the food outside was delicious, he still wanted to eat at home.

Especially dinner.

Dinner symbolizes reunion and warmth, and is the most important meal of the day.

It means that he can finally be alone with his mother for a while.

Even if the food his mother cooks is terrible.

He is still a child after all.

Because of Fu Yanci, he has an inexplicable obsession with home.

Xie Qingcen's eyes flashed, and he leaned over to invite, "Then uncle invites you to my house for dinner, are you willing?"

"Yes!"

Fu Jingcheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and said very loudly, "Thank you uncle!"

Although he was looking forward to being alone with his mother, he wouldn't mind if there was one more person.

Especially that person is Uncle Xie!

Ruan Liuzheng frowned and couldn't help but stop him, "Chengcheng!"

Then she looked at Xie Qingcen and politely refused, "No, Mr. Xie. Chengcheng and I agreed to go out for dinner, so I won't bother you."

Xie Qingcen frowned, his eyes somewhat disapproving, "Going out for dinner again? Miss Ruan, is this how you take care of yourself and your child?"

He patted Fu Jingcheng and motioned Fu Jingcheng to go in first.

Fu Jingcheng bit his lip, his big eyes like black grapes rolled between the two of them, and then he raised his legs without hesitation and trotted into Xie Qingcen's house.

He wanted to create more space for Uncle Xie and his mother to be alone so that they could cultivate their feelings.

Only in this way can Uncle Xie have the opportunity to be his father.

Ruan Liuzheng looked at her son's disappearing back, and her handsome eyebrows became deeper and deeper.

But what made her most angry was the man in front of her.

Her face sank and her tone was unhappy, "How I take care of my children should not be Mr. Xie's business."

Ruan Liuzheng admitted that Xie Qingcen was indebted to her and helped her a lot.

But this does not mean that Xie Qingcen can point fingers at her life.

She is not an angry person. On the contrary, she has a high level of inner self-cultivation.

Although her mother was kicked out of the Bai family at that time, and the mother and daughter were penniless, her mother still did not give up on her training.

Her mother was once known as the number one daughter of Yuncheng. Her etiquette and rules are engraved in her bones. If she had not been blinded and fell in love with Bai Xunan, that scumbag.

She would never have ended up in such a miserable way.

Ruan Liuzheng, as her daughter, how could she have a bad temper.

But only when she met the man in front of her, she lost her demeanor again and again.

Even though she knew that Xie Qingcen had no ill intentions.

Xie Qingcen raised his eyebrows and leaned against the door frame. His dark eyes were fixed on Ruan Liuzheng. He opened his thin lips and said with a smile, "It's none of my business? Miss Ruan, do you want me to carry you to the hospital?" "

Fu Jingcheng is still young, and your stomach is not good. No matter how delicious the food is in the restaurant outside, can you ensure that the ingredients are 100% fresh?"

Ruan Liuzheng's arrogance disappeared immediately after being pointed out by Xie Qingcen.

She pursed her lips and shyly avoided Xie Qingcen's sight.

After a long time, she said, "Then let Chengcheng eat at your house. There are still some ingredients at home, and I can just eat something when I go back."

She was too stubborn to admit defeat.

Looking at Ruan Liuzheng's persistent eyes, Xie Qingcen chuckled twice, stepped forward, and took Ruan Liuzheng's hand to his house without any refusal.

"I just moved in, so I'm inviting you to come and live with me. I just saved you yesterday, are you sure you want to refuse again?"

Hearing this, Ruan Liuzheng paused in her struggle, tightened her palms, and finally compromised.

She took a deep breath, "I can walk by myself, just let me go."

Xie Qingcen paused slightly, lowered his eyes, looked at the slender wrist in his palm that he could hold with one hand, and his eyes darkened slightly.

After a while, he let go of his hand silently.

...

Xie Qingcen's house, the dining room.

As soon as Ruan Liuzheng came in, she saw a table full of dishes, all ordinary home-cooked dishes, without any special skills, but they were delicious. She

didn't feel hungry at first, and wanted to be reserved.

But looking at these, her stomach protested.

Ruan Liuzheng's pretty face turned red, and she coughed twice unnaturally.

She felt a little embarrassed.

Xie Qingcen hooked his lips, "Since you are all hungry, let's have the feast! Come, have a taste of my cooking skills."

As he spoke, he used the serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of stir-fried seasonal vegetables for Ruan Liuzheng, with a smile on his face.

This morning he guessed that Ruan Liuzheng's cooking skills might not be very good, so he deliberately finished his work in the afternoon and went home to cook a large table of dishes.

It was specially prepared for Ruan Liuzheng.

If you want to capture a woman's heart, you must first capture her stomach.

It sounds very old-fashioned, but it is not without reason.

Ruan Liuzheng pursed her lips, nodded, and said softly, "Okay."

Xie Qingcen's cooking skills are indeed good, and the taste is not even inferior to those of the chefs in Beishan Villa.

She did not expect it.

Perhaps seeing Ruan Liuzheng's surprise, Xie Qingcen slowly served a bowl of yam and pork ribs soup and handed it to Ruan Liuzheng, "When I was abroad before, I couldn't get used to those foreign dishes. In order not to go hungry, I had to learn it myself."

With the financial resources of the Xie family, of course they can afford to hire a chef, but who can blame the old man for being cruel.

In order to train him, the monthly living expenses are limited, and it is really not helpful to provide any help.

Ruan Liuzheng's eyes paused slightly, she raised her eyes and nodded gently, "Well, it tastes very good."

After dinner, Fu Jingcheng went home to do his homework.

He is currently attending a famous aristocratic kindergarten in Yuncheng, and most of the students there are children of Yuncheng aristocrats.

These families pay great attention to the cultivation of their offspring, so the management of the kindergarten is very strict.

Homework is assigned almost every day.

After he left, Ruan Liuzheng helped clean up the restaurant and planned to go home.

But Xie Qingcen had no intention of letting her leave.

He is not a person who likes to cover up things.

Some things should be made clear.

He stood in front of Ruan Liuzheng, his eyes slightly lowered, a faint smile in his deep ink-colored eyes, and his expression was serious, "Ms. Ruan, from yesterday to today, you should have felt something."

"Fu Jingcheng wants me to be his father, and I do have some other ideas about you."