The guards guarding in the shadows and the manager Li not far away were surprised to turn into stone sculptures when they saw that their master had put down his identity and personally went to embarrass a cook.

You know, this kind of thing is usually left to them.

Could it be that just because this chef is good-looking, the master fell for the beauty scheme?

Lianxi wanted to pour a few more glasses of water to drink, but was interrupted by a soft magic voice, "Eat the rest of the braised pork." ”

Thinking of the smell just now, she trembled, and didn't dare to turn her head to look at the prime minister beside her, she secretly glanced over from the corner of her eye.

I felt that his smiling eyes seemed to be casual, but in fact, he firmly locked himself, and his ripples and hairs stood up.

In the blink of an eye, she knelt on the ground, hugged someone's thigh, and cried: "Spare your life! The slave didn't mean it, the slave didn't dare anymore, woo woo woo ......"

It is best to stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and it would be better to use the power of the Prime Minister to make some small moves, and it would be better if he could blow the wind in his ears and draw him to the line of the Five Princes.

If it doesn't work, she will kill him immediately, and if it does, she will wait until she is done to kill him.

His thighs were encircled by a pair of soft arms, and the Prime Minister froze, his eyes unpredictable.

The charming little chef has tears shining in her eyes, and her eyes are full of light.

However, the more beautiful the appearance, the more intense the toxins hidden in the sugar coating.

He closed his eyes and sighed, "Go and cook me a bowl of noodles." ”

"Yes, sir." Ripple burst into tears and smiled, knowing that this level was passed.

The secret guard and Manager Li, who saw this scene not far away, were both surprised and anxious.

I'm afraid that this master, who compromises when the beauty cries, is not a fake.

If this is the case, the master has died thousands of times, so is it the master who really fell for the beauty scheme, or his scheme?

Half an hour later, Lianxi came to the study with a bowl of noodles.

The Prime Minister was writing an excerpt, and she didn't bother, and after placing the tray on the table, she was ready to withdraw.

"Flowey." Someone called behind him.

Ripple continued to walk out, unresponsive.

"Flowey." The people behind him continued to call the name.

Ripple paused, blinking, there are only two people in this study, she and the prime minister, so, is Huahua calling her?

Emerald flowers, flower flowers......

The ripples that came back to him after realizing it, a mouthful of old blood stalks in my heart.

She turned around, saluted the man, hung her head, hid her hideous expression, and asked softly, "What do you command?" ”

"Come here." The Prime Minister sat by the bookcase and folded the fold in his hand.

Lianxi obediently walked over, thinking that he was going to do something, but he didn't expect to just let her stand stupidly next to her.

Yes! Gassy!

How did she get to such a miserable state?

The original owner hasn't eaten lunch yet, and he's so hungry.

"Huahua, is there no salt in the kitchen?" After the prime minister took a bite of noodles, he looked at the little cook beside him.

Lian Xi came back to his senses, knelt on his legs, and said gently, "Lord Hui, the slave thought that you ate braised pork and salted, so I didn't put salt." ”

She just deliberately didn't want to let it go, the little chef had no human rights, and she had to kneel down from time to time, so angry!

There was silence in the study.

"You're going to think about it." The Prime Minister's deep voice was calm.

Lianxi lowered his head, couldn't see this person's expression, couldn't tell what his attitude was, and replied respectfully: "This is what a slave should do." ”