"My home. ”

Zhuang Beichen poured a glass of water with an unkind face and handed it to her, "Don't thank me!"

"I, why am I at your house?"

Zhuang Beichen hooked his lips and sneered: "Why do you say? Don't you know what you did yourself?"

"I ......" Wen Wan recalled hard, and only remembered that she had made an appointment with Lin Zhenglong to talk about the fashion week catwalk. The later experience is a bit more ambiguous.

"I seem to have made an appointment with Mr. Lin, I invited him to dinner, what's wrong, did something happen?"

Zhuang Beichen snorted coldly. "You invited Lin Zhenglong to dinner, hum, it's really shameless. ”

"I ...... I didn't just invite him to dinner, why would I be ashamed. ”

"Lin Zhenglong is famous for playing with women, if you ask him, isn't it just to send it to the door to let people bubble?"

"You, aren't you also a carrot, less here fifty steps and a hundred steps of laughter. Wen Wan felt aggrieved.

"Ho, do you compare Lin Zhenglong with me? My Zhuang Beichen's women are all willing, and they will never force anyone, even if they are naked, as long as she expresses a little unwillingness, the master will immediately get up and leave. ”

"Don't talk about yourself as a decent gentleman, you're just a real villain. ”

"You!" Zhuang Beichen was furious, "The surname is Wen, I shouldn't be nosy to save you, too, a woman like you who is a watery flower, maybe it's just his mouth." ”

"What's wrong with me, what's wrong with Lin Zhenglong, handsome, golden, gentle and careful, what's wrong with him, it's much better than you!" Wen Wan was angry and didn't choose what to say.

Zhuang Beichen stood up suddenly, "I don't know what to do!"

After saying that, he slammed the door and left.

Seeing the door that was slammed shut, Wen Wan's tears flowed down, and she was about to cover her face and cry happily, but the door was suddenly opened again, Wen Wan was startled, and her crying stopped abruptly, not wanting to burp.

The burping made her heart, liver and lungs hurt.

Zhuang Beichen glanced at her coldly, pointed to the medicine on the table, "Finish it on time." ”

Then he walked away with a blank face.

After this interruption, Wen Wan's little caution and small grievances disappeared inexplicably. She got up and walked to the table with her sore legs, and in addition to the medicine, there was also a piece of paper in the medicine bag, and in addition to the dosage of the medicine, there was also a sentence:

"Don't spare the surname Zhuang, support you!" In the lower right corner is a naughty smiling face, as well as Ma Yanmei's three big characters.

Ma Yanmei is a little familiar, but I can't remember where I've heard it.

Wen Wan took the medicine and lay back on the bed. She really didn't have much strength, she wanted to sleep, but she couldn't sleep because her stomach was empty.

After counting N times, the sheep finally decided to get up and find something to eat.

She cautiously walked out of the room, it was dark outside, and only the neon lights on the tall buildings outside the window shone in and could barely see the way. She wanted to turn on the light, but she was afraid of alarming Zhuang Beichen, so she estimated the direction of the kitchen and groped her way over.

Fortunately, the refrigerator was placed in a very conspicuous position, and she quickly found it, and opened it happily, full of drinks, not full at all.

Turning her head to look at the restaurant, it was clean and tidy, without a bit of life, and it seemed that she couldn't find anything to eat.

Pouting, I was about to touch my room.

Suddenly, there was a soft snap, the light suddenly turned on, and her eyes were dark, so she quickly closed her eyes.

"What are you doing?" said a cold voice from the front. Wen Wan got used to it for a while before she opened her eyes, and saw that Zhuang Beichen only tied a bath towel around his waist, and his hair was still wet and dripping.

I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, "Didn't do anything!"

As she spoke, she was about to run to the room, but she didn't want to, and with a thud, her knee hit the corner of the sofa, and she couldn't straighten her waist for a long time.

"Stupid!" Zhuang Beichen sneered.

Wen Wan glared at him fiercely.

Zhuang Beichen suddenly said: "There is porridge in the kitchen!"

After saying that, he turned around and went back to his room.

Wen Wan was stunned for a while before she reacted, when did this guy be so kind?

The world is big, and the food is the big!" Wen Wan pursed her lips, covered her aching knees and moved back to the kitchen, and saw that there was indeed a rice cooker on the stove with a light on. She opened it happily and couldn't help but be dumbfounded again!

What kind of porridge is this? Why are the grains piled together, more like small white pebbles in a potted plant?

She plucked up her courage and scooped a small spoonful into her mouth, "Phew!"

It's just raw rice!

She said, why did this person suddenly change sex, it turned out to be a prank.

Suddenly slammed the rice spoon back into the pot, and when she turned around, there was an eight-foot man standing straight at the door, and her soul was about to go out of her body.

"Zhuang Beichen, you ghost!" He had already changed into his homely clothes, his hair was half-dry, and his handsome face was dark and heavy.

Zhuang Beichen was full of resentment in his heart, if it weren't for Ma Yanmei's bitter confession, saying that she must eat some gruel after waking up, so she was too lazy to cook it, but she didn't expect this shameless woman to treat his kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, and if she didn't eat it, forget it, and spit into the porridge.

"What the hell are you. ”

"Ho, I'm a ghost, I'm still a ghost!"

"You, surnamed Wen, don't bully people too much, the master delayed the day's business for you, and didn't get a good word, but the scolded dog was bloody, you are a good bully, right? ”

"Kind-hearted, Zhuang Dashao is not kind-hearted, don't be generous, white rice is used like water, I really thank you!"

Zhuang Beichen frowned, looked at the pot suspiciously, and twitched unnaturally with an unnatural expression.

"Who hasn't had a first time!" said he lifted the liner and emptied the white rice into the trash.

"Yes, I don't have to worry about you, I'll do it myself. Wen Wan snatched the inner tank, looked at the remaining rice, estimated that she had added some water, put it back on the rice cooker, and pressed the switch.

Zhuang Beichen's face was even more uncomfortable, and he looked at him gently, daring to love that this young master didn't know how to cook porridge. I thought that I had to put as much rice as I cooked porridge, so I made a pot of rice, which is fortunately a smart rice cooker, if it is an ordinary pot, I am afraid that the house will be burned.

She couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

Zhuang Beichen couldn't hold it on his face, the dignified president of the Zhuang family was actually teased by a woman, and the reason was still a pot of porridge.

"There are specializations in the art industry, and each has its own strengths. ”

"Cut!" pouted gently.

Anyway, he already knew about it, and he rummaged through the kitchen unceremoniously, and even found a few eggs and a packet of salt. The other tools were quite complete, because there were no other seasonings, so Wen Wan had to beat eggs and add some salt to steam an egg custard in the microwave.

The fragrant egg custard is the first to be baked, and the hooked gluttonous insects are ready to move. Zhuang Beichen couldn't help but swallow his saliva, in order to take care of Wen Wan during the day, he didn't finish his rice.

Wen Wan glanced at him, as if to say: Want to eat?

Zhuang Beichen started with a lot of backbone, as if he was answering: Who is rare.

Wen Wan brought the egg custard to the dining table, raised a spoon and scooped a big mouthful, but did not eat it, but put it in front of her nose and took a deep breath of aroma, as if she was deliberately tempting and confusing Zhuang Beichen, making the sound louder.

"Childish!" Zhuang Beichen muttered disdainfully.

Wen Wan rolled her eyes, sucked the custard into her mouth with a naked sound, and made a satisfied tsk.

Hmph, if you say I'm naïve, I won't believe that you can't die if you're hungry!

Zhuang Beichen came into contact with her provocative gaze, took two steps together, came to the table, picked up a large soup spoon, scooped up almost half of the egg custard, and opened his mouth to take a bite.

Wen Wan was stunned, and subconsciously said, "Hot!"

However, it was too late, and a mouthful of boiling and hot custard had already reached his throat, almost not scalding Zhuang Beichen to death.

"No one is robbing you, it's like a refugee. ”

"You're embarrassed to say, if it weren't for you, would you be hungry for a day?"

"That's also because you're stupid, I fainted, did you faint too?"

"If it weren't for the fear that you would die in my house, you would think I would be willing to watch you. ”

Wen Wan stopped, took the large soup spoon in his hand, and replaced it with a small spoon in his hand.

"If it weren't for your sake of saving me, my sister wouldn't have divided your custard!"

"Miss, please see clearly, what kind of things in this house need you to share?"

"I ...... "Okay, eat people with a soft mouth, take people with short hands, glared at me with gentle hatred, and swallowed back the words that came to my mouth.

The two of them were unprecedented, and it was rare to eat the egg custard and drink porridge in harmony, because there was no vegetable and no seasoning, so they could only mix some salt and eat it.

I don't know if I'm too hungry, but I think this simple meal can't be simpler, but it's incomparably delicious.

Zhuang Beichen suddenly felt that he should add more things to this kitchen.

He was a resolute person, and immediately called Yan Xiu and asked him to fill the kitchen and refrigerator at home. Yan Xiu over there was still asleep, and after listening to this call, he hung up the phone in a daze, and muttered: This job is not done by people, and I dream that the boss commands people, it's too miserable!

But even if it is ordered in a dream, as a competent special assistant to the president, he will still do it conscientiously.

On the second day, Wen Wan was sleeping sweetly, when she heard the sound of ping-pong outside, and when she opened the door, she saw that Yan Xiu had moved several large boxes in and was running around in the kitchen of the restaurant.

When he saw Wen Wan come out, his smile was brighter than a flower, "Young lady early!"

Young lady?

Wen Wan blinked, dare to be the person of Old Lady Zhuang?

Yesterday, Zhuang Beichen made a big move to save the United States, and in the middle of the night, he ordered to buy kitchen supplies, so he must be ready to live a good life with Wen Wan, and the most important thing to do is to be able to observe the face, and want to be in front of the boss in everything, and go ahead. This young lady is to shout out the boss's heart!

But it seems that something is not quite right, why does the boss look at himself as if he wants to eat people?

Yan Xiu scratched his head in embarrassment.

Wen Wan couldn't see the thoughts of these two people, and the smile was brilliant, "Early, banquet repair, early, husband!"

Yan Xiu immediately returned to his big smile, and it seemed that his judgment was correct.

Zhuang Beichen was about to spurt out a mouthful of old blood, ran to Wen Wan in a few steps, and roared in a cold voice: "Who is your husband!"

"Husband, people are going to be late for work, so I won't tell you, I'll go first!"

After saying that, he ran out of the door as if he were running away.

"You come back for me!" Zhuang Beichen was so angry that he ran away gently, Zhuang Beichen stepped forward and grabbed her, "What are you running, where are you going?"

"Go to work?"

This book originated from reading books