Su Li was choked by watermelon juice, coughing madly.
The usually serious host actually asked when she'd meet him privately?
What the hell? Could he be a closet flirt?
Could it be that Feng Huaijin was right? Men are all like this...
Su Li seemed a bit startled, quickly wiped her mouth, and said, "Mr. Qi, rest in the guest room. I'll go back to my room."
Too scary.
Su Li placed the unfinished watermelon on the table and stumbled upstairs, looking like she'd seen a ghost.
Feng Huaijin curled his lips into a deep smile, watched for a moment, then took Su Li's spoon and scooped a bit of watermelon into his mouth.
Sweet.
*
Having a big shot staying at home, Su Li dared not sleep in, got up early the next morning to cook porridge for Feng Huaijin.
Eat and get out quickly, don't come to my house again!
