"Warm, come with me, I'll invite you to my house for a big meal! My dad hired a chef from France, and his French fried foie gras is delicious. ”

Nuan has only heard that rich families will hire nannies to take care of housework, but she has never heard of asking a chef to cook a Western-style meal at home, which shows that the Rong family is not an ordinary rich person.

"I don't like Western food, I want to go home and eat my mother's noodles!"

"Okay, let's go eat the noodles made by your mother!"

"No, my mom won't let me have a boyfriend, she will scold me to death when she sees you. ”

"Then you eat out with me. ”

“…… There is a night market in front, and there is a Malatang that is particularly delicious, but I will say the ugly words first, it is not for you, a noble young master, to go. ”

"If you can go, I can go too!"

When she went to her, she realized that Rong Jue's pickiness about food and drink was completely beyond her imagination.

He doesn't eat spicy, he doesn't eat sweet, the rice should be soft enough, the soup should not be salty or light, the drink must be kept at room temperature, if it is juice, he only drinks freshly squeezed, and must not be mixed with water.

The most unreasonable thing is that he is so picky, but he insists on eating the breakfast she makes, so that she has to get up at six o'clock in the morning every morning to make breakfast for him!

When I think about it, it's really hard to look back on......

"Didi-" A slamming bus sped past Warmth, and she was shocked to her senses.

Why is it that she has been thinking about the past lately?

Warmth exhaled, tightened her clothes, and was about to walk towards the food stall inside, when a dazzling blue Bentley Continental suddenly braked sharply at her feet.

The window slowly slid down, and the wicked man poked his head out of it, "You're still the same, you like to eat these junk foods." ”

Wen Wen was slightly stunned, and looked back at the extremely stylish Bentley Continental beside him.

It's him again, Rong Jue!

She continued to walk in silence, her wet hair and clothes clinging to her body, very uncomfortable, but even so, it was embarrassing to be embarrassed by the moment when he saw that she was so down.

The man slowly parked the car, held up a black umbrella, and stepped out of the car.

She turned her head and said calmly, "Let's go, this is not a place where you, the noble young master, can stay." ”

The words he had heard before made him curl the corners of his lips, "I'm curious about which store is willing to accept customers like you." He deliberately looked at her with a playful look.

She knew that she must be very embarrassed now, but she was still very uncomfortable when he opened her scars with a big stab.

She turned around to leave, but was grabbed by Rong Jue's arm, "Get in the car, I'll take you to change your clothes." ”

"No, I'm going home. ”

"Go home?" he scoffed, "that broken house has been painted like that ghost, and you dare to go home?"

Warmly raised his head and looked at him in astonishment, "Have you been to my house?"

He smiled but didn't answer, and somehow, she got angry.

She turned angrily and walked out of the shelter of the umbrella, letting the rain wet her face, and the man behind her suddenly raised his voice coldly.

"Warm, occasionally soft, can't die you!Is it so hard to open your mouth to me?!"

She was so disgusted with him, so disgusted that she would rather live on the streets than ask him for help?

Thanks to him being so kind, he took the initiative to help her, but she didn't appreciate it at all!

Thinking of this, Rong Jue's seemingly cold and calm expression had changed slightly, his handsome eyebrows frowned almost imperceptibly, and the arc of his evil and beautiful lips was slightly pursed.