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Chapter 261 Is He Crazy?

Even though he was extremely angry, Ye Qingyou still carefully lowered his voice and put the pot lid in the sink.

Song Jingshen glanced at him and let go of his hand. Fang Chi stood up, turned his head and looked at him warily, but did not make any other moves.

"But it was just a joke. Let Mr. Fang see his own poor cooking skills. This chicken leg is inedible."

Song Jingshen picked up the two bags in his hand and said softly, "I just bought some vegetables, all of which are Xiaoyu's favorite."

He slowly put the dish in his hand into the sink, turned on the faucet, took out the tenderloin, and said as usual: "I'm afraid Mr. Ye doesn't have much experience and can't teach you."

Ye Qingyou frowned and looked at Song Jingshen.

Is he crazy?

Are you sick?

Song Jingshen was completely unaware and ignored Ye Qingyou's gaze. He said gently, "That's why Xiaoyu invited me to help. By the way, I will teach you some experience in taking care of Xiaoyu. Please come and learn from me."

Fang Chi looked at him coldly for a while without saying a word. The moment he was about to walk out, a shiny long knife was placed across his neck.

He stopped in a hurry and looked down. The tip of the knife was facing his neck. If he took another step forward, his neck would be cut.

Song Jingshen smiled gently and said, "The first rule is to be generous and not to bother Xiaoyu easily with trivial matters."

"She is very busy and tired and needs to rest. Please be more understanding, Mr. Fang."

As he spoke, Song Jingshen slowly retracted the long knife he had used to cut the fruit and asked with a smile, "Can I come over now?"

As he spoke, his hands moved forcefully, pulling the man over and pressing his head against the sink: "Take out the tenderloin and wash it."

This insulting action made Fang Chi's face even colder. Ye Qingyou couldn't stand it anymore and advised him, "Mr. Song, this is too ugly."

"Oh, I forgot you were here." Song Jingshen smiled and turned around. "This is a family matter. Please don't interfere, Mr. Ye. Leave the kitchen matters to me. I'm afraid I can't entertain Mr. Ye tonight."

"Please come back."

Ye Qingyou was stunned for a moment, then said with a serious face, "You are the one who has been wasting time all along. I don't care what you two want to do, but you must prepare the meal right now."

"I'll leave when the food is ready. I won't leave now."

"Is that so?" Song Jingshen smiled. "Such an imposing and majestic attitude, such a self-evident and shameless order, I still have to learn from you."

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Fang Chi and said, "Please."

Fang Chi had a cold face, took a deep breath to suppress his temper, and directly reached out to take the tenderloin.

He is not a fool. Song Jingshen can appear here with such an attitude, it must be Yu Ge's instruction.

Why is she doing this?

Thinking of today's appointment of members of parliament, his heart ached.

She simply felt that the Fang family was now an obstacle to her.

After all, the two powerful people in the Fang family will not listen to her, but the Song family is different. Yu Ge will not be willing to be an obedient puppet of the Fang family.

He had to endure it and bear it. He couldn't make a fuss and end up like Song Jingshen.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was eerie, but fortunately the meal was prepared within forty minutes.

Fang Chi is not good at cooking, but he still did it anyway.

After all the dishes were served out, Song Jingshen also served out the two dishes he had made and brought them to the table.

Yu Ge and Lin Hui sat over, and after some greetings, the five of them started eating.

A pair of chopsticks reached out to the scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Fang Chi froze instantly, staring at the chopsticks.

After picking up the scrambled eggs with tomatoes, Yu Ge put it into his mouth, chewed it for a while, and then immediately stopped moving his mouth.

His eyes were dull for a moment, and Yu Ge chewed slowly and with difficulty a few more times, his eyes dull.

This, this taste...

Yu Ge pursed his lips tightly, suppressing the urge to turn his head and spit out, and chewed with difficulty.

Fang Chi felt a little discouraged. He ate white rice with his eyes downcast.

However, even simple white rice, in Fang Chi's hands, became sticky and wet because too much water was added, a weird sticky substance that looked like porridge and rice.

It really tastes bad.

Lin Hui stared at Yu Ge sideways, watching her slowly swallow the scrambled eggs with chopsticks. She was amused and reached out for her chopsticks with great interest, picked up a piece, put it in her mouth and chewed it.

Well... this boy is still not suitable to be married home.

Lin Hui took the bone dish and spit it out without changing her expression, then covered it with a tissue and put down the bowl: "I'm full, you guys eat slowly, I'm going to watch TV."

After saying that, he quickly got up and walked to the living room.

After Yu Ge took a sip of water, two familiar dishes were placed in front of her.

A dish of stir-fried pork with green peppers and a dish of steamed abalone slices, it was obvious that they were made by Song Jingshen.

Yu Ge only ate these two dishes. After finishing, Fang Chi got up and cleaned the table.

He picked up the dishes and dumped them into the trash can one by one, then turned back to the dining room to clean up the dishes on the table and took them back to the kitchen.

Standing at the sink, when he turned on the faucet, he saw the mottled red burns on the back of his hands and his nose felt sore.

After washing the dishes in silence and cleaning up everything, he wiped his red and cracked hands and walked out slowly.

In the living room, Ye Qingyou sat on the single sofa next to him, Lin Hui and Yu Ge sat on the long sofa, and Song Jingshen also sat next to Yu Ge. There was only one single sofa available.

Fang Chi stared at the three heads quietly, then turned and entered Yu Ge's room.

He has to hold it in, he will hold it in.

As the night deepened, Ye Qingyou and Song Jingshen stood up to say goodbye, and Yu Ge also returned to his room.

Inside, Fang Chi was already lying on the bed, wrapped in a quilt.

Yu Ge frowned, walked over and patted him: "Did you take a shower?"

Unexpectedly, Fang Chi suddenly stood up, turned around and hugged Yu Ge, and suppressed tears rang out.

Yu Ge let him hug her for a while, then pushed him away: "You didn't go home yesterday, go back and see him today."

"You dislike me, don't you?" Fang Chi's eyes were red and his voice was choked with sobs, "I didn't do anything wrong, Yu Yu, I didn't do anything wrong!"

He cried, tears welling up like crystal dewdrops, his nose was red, his eyes were aggrieved, and his lips were pursed stubbornly: "Song Jingshen pressed my head into the oil pan and put a knife against my neck, but I didn't make a fuss, I didn't lose my temper."

"How could you do this to me? How could you let him insult me?"

"Can't stand it anymore?" Yu Ge asked softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Chi's tears flowed even more violently, his chest heaved violently, his breathing became heavy and rapid, and he even had difficulty breathing.

But Yu Ge just looked at him quietly, watching him on the verge of losing control and collapse.

Even when he fought with Song Jingshen in the office, he had never been so humiliated!

Fang Chi's chest hurt so much that he couldn't breathe, his head felt like it was about to explode, and his eyes were sore and dry.

Reason told him to leave immediately and maintain his dignity as the young master of the Fang family.

But his emotions forced him to stay here, and he immediately knelt down and begged for peace in a low voice, trying every possible means to win back his fiancée's love.

Yu Ge watched him collapse and struggle, and just like the chance he gave Song Jingshen that night, he said to him, "Go back, you shouldn't be here."