Chapter 11, You look so handsome when you cook for me

Huo Yuanchen stretched out his hand to block Wen Li's advance.

"No, I don't miss you."

He grabbed her collar and threw her aside, then turned around and unlocked the door with his fingerprint.

Wen Li shamelessly followed him in and complained softly, "Professor Huo is so heartless."

Huo Yuanchen stopped, turned around, looked at her coldly, and said, "Get out."

"don't want."

"roll."

Wen Li pretended not to hear, crouched down, crawled under his arm, found the sofa as familiarly as ever, hugged his knees with his hands, and curled himself up into a small ball again.

Huo Yuanchen turned on the light and saw Wen Li's pretentious look. He walked up to her, looked down at her, and spoke in a chilling voice.

"Wen Li, do you have any shame?"

Wen Li raised her chin and looked over to meet his gaze, her eyes watery as she openly seduced him.

Huo Yuanchen's face became more gloomy. "I ignored you for such a long time. You should know what I mean. It's rare for a woman to be so shameless as you are."

Wen Li looked at him silently, and paused slightly when he noticed the faint lipstick marks on his shirt.

The color is very pink and light, which is a color that young girls like to use. At least if she uses it at her age, she will be suspected of pretending to be young.

She knew the closing time of Haishi University, and she also knew that he was always self-disciplined, but he came back so late today. Was he dating a young girl?

Thinking about the relationship between her and him that had no chance of getting better, and thinking about her father in the hospital with all the instruments plugged into his body, Wen Li felt her nose sore and tears came out.

She didn't wear any makeup today. Under the light, the delicate features on her face could be clearly seen. She also looked more beautiful, unlike usual when her beauty was tinged with aggressiveness.

At this moment, she was like a homeless ragdoll cat begging for shelter, looking up with a pitiful face, trying to arouse the man's sympathy.

"Professor Huo."

As soon as she moved, tears fell and landed on the man's hand, warm, just like the temperature of her body.

Huo Yuanchen frowned impatiently, "Is this your new method of seduction? How despicable."

Wen Li shook her head, sniffed, stood up from the sofa, and fell limply toward the man. Her voice was soft and miserable, "My father is sick. Today, I almost never see him again."

When she fell into the man's arms, tears welled up in her eyes, and before he could push her away, her tears had already soaked his shirt on his chest.

Huo Yuanchen's body froze, but he still reached out and pushed her away, "Then you should be in the hospital now, not seducing me in my house."

"I just want to exchange my body with you for Pratt. You won't agree to such a small request?"

She raised her head, her eyes gleaming with anticipation of salvation, and looked at him as if she were a savior.

Her fingertips reached out and flatteringly smoothed the fabric on his body that she had wet.

And bit by bit, wipe away the lipstick marks on the man's shirt.

She found the traces left by other women annoying.

She looked so pitiful. If it were any other man, he would have agreed long ago. But who is Huo Yuanchen? He was not moved at all and spoke in a very calm tone.

"I'm not interested in your terms of exchange."

Wen Li was extremely depressed.

Seeing that Huo Yuanchen was not moved, she was too lazy to continue acting. She put away her tears and miserable expression and jumped off the sofa.

"Can I have a meal then?"

She was dejected, with a look of despair. "I've been in the hospital all day today, and I've been hungry all day. I'm afraid I'll faint from hunger on the way back."

Huo Yuanchen didn't bother to pay attention to her. He took off his coat and walked towards the study.

Wen Li followed him barefoot and asked from behind, "If I die of hunger, will you collect my body?"

"No." He refused without even thinking.

Wen Li was silent for a while, and then said in a gloomy tone, "Then I would be too miserable. I would be lying dead on the street in the freezing snow, and there would be no one to collect my body."

Huo Yuanchen still ignored her.

She continued to follow him, muttering to herself, "I saw a news report before, about a man who got drunk and slept on the street for a night. When he woke up, he found himself bullied by homeless people. If I were to die on the street, would I also be bullied by homeless people? How could I be so miserable? I wouldn't be able to rest in peace even if I starved to death. I feel pitiful just thinking about it."

Huo Yuanchen couldn't stand it anymore, he stopped, turned around and glanced at her, saying in a bad tone, "There are noodles in the kitchen."

Wen Li cheered and ran to the kitchen.

Not long after, he came out again, looking embarrassed, "Professor Huo, I don't know how to use the gas stove in your house."

Huo Yuanchen originally wanted to finish revising the paper that he hadn't finished today, but after she made such a fuss, he completely lost his mood and went into the kitchen with a gloomy face.

Soon, there was the sound of warm water in the kitchen.

Wen Li followed him silently, standing beside him like a good baby, watching him busy, occasionally handing him a pair of scissors and picking up a vegetable leaf to help.

Huo Yuanchen still didn't want to pay attention to her, but he also agreed that she could stay by his side.

The noodles were put into the boiling water, creating waves of white water. Wen Li took a closer look and took the opportunity to rub her cheek against Huo Yuanchen's arm, trying to please him.

The man lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyes were dark, and his voice was cold, "Either stay here or get out."

Wen Li straightened up, walked around behind him, and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Don't push me away so quickly."

She put her face against his back and said softly, "I just think you look so handsome when you make noodles for me."

Standing on tiptoe, she placed her lips on the back of his neck and gave it a gentle kiss.

"It would be even more handsome if you could add an egg."

Huo Yuanchen's face became uglier. He pried her hands apart and walked out of the kitchen.

When I came back, I had an egg in my hand.

Wen Li's eyes curved as he praised her generously, "Professor Huo is the most handsome."

After eating a bowl of steaming egg noodles, Wen Li breathed a sigh of relief.

Huo Yuanchen's cooking skills are hard to describe. She wanted to spit out the noodles several times, but she was afraid of offending him, so she gritted her teeth and finished the whole bowl of noodles.

She had never eaten such terrible noodles.

"You're not starving anymore, hurry up and leave." He ordered her to leave.

Wen Li said "hmm", stood up to clear the dishes, and washed them consciously. Then he stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, his eyelashes trembling and his face worried.

"It's snowing heavily outside."

Huo Yuanchen looked up from the sofa, his eyes cold, looking at her as if she was joking, "Wen Li, don't push your luck."

Wen Li took small steps towards him, bent down, put her lips close to his ear, and spoke in a low voice.

"Professor Huo, have you tried it by the French window?"

Huo Yuanchen's expression suddenly changed.