Chapter 163: I'll Cook for You

"Why haven't you left yet?" Liao Meifeng opened her eyes and saw the nail technician's phoenix eyes suddenly appeared cold.

"I'm me," the manicurist was scared. I bumped into such a wealthy secret, and I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

"There's nothing for you here. Let's go! Liao Meifeng's eyes flashed ruthlessly. If it was ancient times, she would definitely kill this nail technician. But in a modern society governed by the rule of law, she can't do that. I was very angry in my heart, but I couldn't do anything about it for a while.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll just go. The manicurist sighed to himself, relieved. It feels like I've escaped death. She picked up her toolbox and walked out, very fast. At the moment when she was about to go out, Liao Meifeng suddenly shouted: "Stop! ”

The nail technician was startled, and the toolbox in his hand fell to the ground with a click. She turned around slowly in fright: "Madam, what else do you command?" ”

"Woe to the mouth, you know?" Liao Meifeng raised her head high, took elegant steps, and made a dangling sound from her high heels, approaching the nail technician step by step: "If I want, I can let you ......"

"No, no, no! Don't think about it, ma'am. I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything! Don't worry, I have a bad memory and a lot of forgetfulness. Then I take my leave, ma'am. The nail technician swallowed and foamed, and after saying it in one breath, he bent down to pick up the toolbox and ran away as if he were running for his life.

"Hmph, count you as acquaintances." Solving the perfect armor division, the arrogance on Liao Meifeng's face is gone. The well-maintained face collapsed, and the mood became extremely low. She walked slowly to the window and looked at the blue enchantress in the garden. There are very few naturally grown blue enchantresses, and these are all flown over from the Netherlands for her. Liao Meifeng couldn't help but think of the past......

"Eversheds, you said that you love me more than anything, and you will forgive me no matter what I do." Liao Meifeng seemed to be talking to herself, and seemed to be talking to Ji Anrui, who was busy in the company at this time. She stood silent in front of the window for a moment, then turned and left the house. The moment she turned around, there was a light and fierceness in her eyes. His face returned to his usual elegance, pride, and indifference.

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On Friday, Xia Yusheng worked the night shift. When she returned to the apartment, she saw Ji Liunian cooking in the kitchen wearing her cartoon apron, which shocked her and almost suspected that she was hallucinating.

Xia Yusheng hurriedly twisted his face with his hand, grinning in pain to make sure that he was not mistaken. This cold president actually cooks by himself.

She hurriedly ran over and asked softly, "Liunian, why did you get up so early?" Xia Yusheng's face was full of smiles, like bright spring flowers.

Ji Liunian looked back, glanced at her lightly, and the cramped uneasiness on his face flashed: "You are duty, I have nothing to cook for you." However, I don't know if it's delicious or not. Ji Liunian turned off the fire and picked up a pot of flowery things: "Your favorite pimple soup." ”

"......" Xia Yusheng really didn't recognize this pot of things as Gada soup at first glance. It's like a pot of batter sprinkled with greens and tomatoes.

However, she happily took the exaggerated praise and said: "It smells so good! I said how I smelled the smell as soon as I entered the door. This pot of Gadagada soup is full of color, flavor and taste, and it is definitely better than what I made. I've got to eat two big bowls! Xia Yusheng willingly said things against his will. It would be unwise for the president to lower his profile like this, and not encourage him. Moreover, this heart is rare, even if this pot is pig food, she has to boast!

The thin lips outlined a trace of arc, and Ji Liunian finally had a smile in his eyes. In order to make this pot of Gada soup for Xia Yusheng, he had been busy for two hours in the morning and remade it five times. The first time I didn't put the vegetables in the dry pot, I remembered. The second time I put too much oil, it was simply fried vegetables. The third time I answered the phone, it took a long time, and the pot was fried.