Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife Chapter 135 Who Dares Touch My Wife is Looking for Death (3)

Gu Nuan suddenly thought that, no matter how you looked at it, their close relationship seed beyond doubt.

Her heart had hardened at this realization. She had never forgotten that her marriage to this man was rely a contractual agreent.

The sumr weather was hot, unlike the cold wind on the rooftop last night, where one could even hear the buzzing mosquitoes in the air.

Perhaps it was the mories of last night’s experiences and interactions, but Gu Nuan suddenly tilted her head down, staring only at the concrete pavent.

He said softly, "Let’s go upstairs. — I’m hungry."

Whether the last three words were intentional or not, he said them nonetheless.

All Gu Nuan could hear was the rumbling of a stomach, suddenly unable to distinguish if it was his or hers.

"Don’t you eat als? What ti is it now?" Gu Nuan sounded like her nagging mother at ho, blurting out without a second thought.

Xiao Yebai said, "I was just thinking about coming back for a al. Xiaolian told the fridge only had your takeout from lunch, no ho-cooked food. You should be cooking tonight."

These sowhat disconnected statents fully expressed his intention at that mont, which was simply to freeload a al from her.

Following that, he casually brushed back the fringe on his forehead, saying, "I’m tired of Dihao’s food."

Damn it, as a rich second generation, where couldn’t you eat? Why insist on freeload a al here, at your humble wife’s place?

Gu Nuan didn’t know whether to be annoyed or angry, or perhaps a bit of both, flustered—where did this sha co from? She recalled, long ago, when she first started dating Wa Zicong, he once accompanied her eating instant noodles and said, "Only the noodles you soak slls the best."

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and when the relationship was good, whatever she did appeared to him to be the cutest and the best in the world.

When the beloved girlfriend becos the ex-girlfriend, all she had done, according to his mother, was hold him back.

Hmph. Gu Nuan lightly snorted through her nose and said, "You’re so sure. You’re certain I’ll co back to cook?"

"Every day I stuff the fridge, seeing that you always cook, you hate to waste."

Gu Nuan looked up at him, "Do a favor, next ti you want to stuff the fridge, consider that sotis others are too busy to cook and might want to eat out."

Hearing this, Xiao Yebai flashed his shiny teeth, "Eating soone’s food shortens the tongue. Whatever I buy next ti, you will cook for . I’ll call you first."

How could this silly wealthy man’s brain interpret her words in such a twisted way?

Gu Nuan, not wanting to extend the conversation, pressed the code to unlock the security door of the apartnt building. Standing there with him any longer would be disastrous if their neighbors saw them—it’d be like jumping into the Yellow River and still not being able to wash clean.

The two of them then entered the residential building’s lobby and proceeded to the elevator.

This mont, neither rising nor settling ti, there were hardly any people coming and going, making it very quiet.

As the elevator slowly ascended, Gu Nuan unconsciously thought about last night again, and subconsciously moved slightly away from him.

Not knowing whether he noticed or not, he asked, "Has your fever gone down? Xiaolian told Dr. Tang wanted to co see you, don’t you want it?"

"It’s just a minor cold, and you want a surgical associate professor to co check on , at least be considerate of what the doctor might feel."

Gu Nuan thought her response was more than reasonable, yet she clearly forgot that the man before her was known for nothing but his sharp and sarcastic tongue.