Chapter 157
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Subconsciously, Lin Nuan felt that Fu Huai 'an was a very picky person. If he could "lower himself" to a place like this, at least the food wouldn't taste bad.
However, when Fu Huai 'an parked the car in front of the most luxurious condominium in Haicheng, the Cloud Top Condominium, Lin Nuan's grip on her seatbelt tightened. Although she tried her best to remain calm, her eyes still looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
The security guard at the entrance of the Cloud Top Condominium had already arrived. He opened the car door for them and greeted respectfully, "Mr. Fu!"
"Didn't you say we were going to eat?" Lin Nuan looked at Fu Huai 'an with her clear eyes.
"Yes, upstairs." Fu Huai 'an unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter before getting out of the car.
Lin Nuan guessed it was probably some private cuisine and followed him out of the car.
After entering the luxuriously decorated elevator, Lin Nuan didn't see the elevator button. After Fu Huai 'an entered his fingerprint, the elevator rose steadily.
Inside the enclosed elevator, the narrow space and the golden walls made Lin Nuan's heart pound like a drum. This … couldn't be Fu Huai 'an's private condominium, right?
Actually, Lin Nuan had this thought just now, but she subconsciously found an excuse to come in with Fu Huai 'an.
Standing with Fu Huai 'an like that, she felt like she had been led into a trap by him again.
Neither of them spoke, and there seemed to be a faint sense of awkwardness.
Seeing Fu Huai 'an standing beside her with his hands in his pockets, she finally asked, "Is there a particularly famous chef here?"
Fu Huai 'an's deep gaze landed on the beautifully dressed Lin Nuan in the elevator, and he said slowly, "He can't be considered famous. There are very few people who have tasted his culinary skills. The food he makes is barely acceptable."
What kind of strange conclusion was that?
"Ding —"
Once the elevator door opened, they saw the luxurious and spacious duplex on the top floor.
Fu Huai 'an got out of the elevator first and changed into the slippers at the entrance. He calmly took off his suit jacket and said to Lin Nuan, "There are new slippers in the shoe cabinet."
This posture …
"This can't be your place, right? The chef you're talking about … is yourself? "
Fu Huai 'an gazed at Lin Nuan's clear eyes, the corners of his lips curling up, a hint of a smile in his eyes. "No one will disturb us here …"
Fu Huai 'an's words caused Lin Nuan's face to turn bright red, and she became more alert.
Recalling how she was interrupted by Tang Zheng at Fu Huai 'an's villa, Lin Nuan looked at Fu Huai' an angrily and couldn't resist taking a step back. "What do you mean by bringing me here?"
"Didn't you say you don't know what to eat?!" Fu Huai 'an took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He bit on a cigarette and casually tossed the suit on the sofa. He lit the cigarette and moved it away from the corner of his mouth, one hand in his pocket. "You're not satisfied with my cooking?"
Seeing Lin Nuan standing awkwardly on the spot, he bit the cigarette and removed the cuff pin from his shirt. He untied the chain of his watch and casually placed it on the small table, then rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the kitchen.
She probably felt that Fu Huai 'an wouldn't care if he left her there, so she turned to leave. But when she looked at the elevator, there was no button to go downstairs, only a fingerprint identification system.
She couldn't leave even if she wanted to.
Fu Huai 'an's calm demeanor made Lin Nuan feel like she was making a mountain out of a molehill.
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