The Young Master Relies on His Beauty to Dominate the Entire System - Chap 9
　CEO’s office.
　　Fu Tingchuan looked at himself walking into the company in the surveillance camera, the traces between his brows getting deeper.
　　The document that was originally scheduled to be signed yesterday has already been signed with his own name, and even the handwriting is exactly the same.
　　And he had no impression of the content of today’s assistant’s report, as if yesterday’s time had been wiped out out of thin air.
　　But everything in reality reminded him that these all really happened, and he did it himself.
　　Fu Tingchuan turned on the computer, put his knuckled fingers on the keyboard, and slowly typed in a few words “transient amnesia.”
　　After browsing the page information, Fu Tingchuan deleted the browsing history and called his personal doctor.
　　When he came out of the private doctor’s clinic at noon, Fu Tingchuan’s face looked better than in the morning.
　　The midday sun shines in front of the Huijin Building, and the eight-foot-high gilt plaque shines in the sunlight.
　　He entered the lobby with a sense of warmth. The front desk, which had been waiting there for a long time, bowed: “Mr. Fu, someone is looking for you.”
　　”Husband~”
　　Fu Tingchuan turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.
　　Jiang Luoluo was wearing milk blue casual clothes, holding a food box in his hand, and ran towards him like a little milk ball.
　　Almost subconsciously, Fu Tingchuan stretched out his hand to catch him. The little nipple raised his head with bright eyes, “I made the food you like~”
　　The food boxes were spread out on the table, and Jiang Luoluo took out the things one by one and arranged them:
　　Little bear palm buns lie on milky white wrapping paper with colorful side dishes; a claypot rice with cured meat topped with a heart-shaped omelette and a few small five-pointed carrots scattered around; a seafood meatball soup; Pippi Shrimp and abalone were neatly stacked in another small box; a portion of stir-fried cabbage and a portion of stir-fried asparagus.
　　The combination of meat and vegetables is done with great care.
　　A strange soft feeling arose in his heart. Fu Tingchuan looked at Jiang Luoluo who was taking apart the spoons and chopsticks for him.
　　She had a fair side face, long eyelashes hanging down, and a sweet smile at the corner of her mouth. As if she noticed his gaze, she suddenly tilted her head to look at him.
　　Well-behaved and gentle.
　　Fu Tingchuan’s heart moved, and he took the other person’s hand over and asked him to sit on his lap, “Why do you think of cooking for me?”
　　The other person’s eyelashes trembled slightly, and his bright eyes were full of expectation: “Don’t you like it?”
　　Fu Tingchuan touched his face and said hoarsely: “I like it.”
　　No one hates this feeling of having someone at heart.
　　Jiang Luoluo handed the chopsticks to his hand: “Then try it quickly.”
　　Fu Tingchuan picked up a piece of fried asparagus with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. The smile on his face froze for a moment, and then he suddenly coughed violently.
　　Jiang Luoluo quickly handed over the seafood ball soup. Fu Tingchuan took a sip and subconsciously felt like vomiting. Facing Jiang Luoluo’s expectant face, he swallowed it with pain on his face.
　　Jiang Luoluo hesitated: “Is it delicious?”
　　With a little nervousness that he had done something wrong, he looked at Fu Tingchuan pitifully.
　　Fu Tingchuan drank three times of water before suppressing the strange and weird taste in his mouth. He tasted it carefully and almost spit it out again. He picked up the cup and took a swig of water.
　　Jiang Luoluo leaned his head over, looking a little hurt and aggrieved.
　　Fu Tingchuan glanced at him and stopped drinking water.
　　Passing his palms through the hair on the back of his head, Fu Tingchuan lowered his head and kissed him, domineering and powerful, sweeping everything overwhelmingly like a violent storm.
　　Jiang Luoluo was panting from being kissed, her red lips were gleaming with water, and she fell limply into his arms.
　　The moment he was let go, Fu Tingchuan reluctantly kissed the corners of his lips again, with a teasing smile in his voice:
　　”The food is well cooked.”
　　”Don’t do it next time.”
