Ling Qianyi turned his head in a daze, and happened to meet Feng Yinxiu's smiling eyes, bottomless, gentle and charming.

Feng Yinxiu stretched his arm and circled her in the seat again, not caring at all that the driver was still sitting in front, and looked at her delicate face with a light smile: "I don't know if Lei Yi can catch up, I only know that you hooked me." ”

Staring at me every day with such eager and self-conscious eyes, do you treat me as a specimen, unconscious?

Lei Yi was the driver before, and this exclusive driver sitting in the front seat was the first time to carry Ling Qianyi, his eyes widened in shock, with an expression like seeing a ghost, and his face was comparable to that of a chameleon.

Ling Qianyi still blushes, but it's not as exaggerated as before.

Now Brother Ling is really thick-skinned, and he will turn around to flirt with the gods, so tempting that he doesn't want it.

"Then I want you, I've been hooked all my life, do you think it's good?"

Ling Qianyi twisted his body uneasily, giggling, and the shallow pear vortex was extremely charming.

"Okay." Feng Yinxiu's voice was hoarse, and he changed a comfortable position to hug her.

"I'm a little hungry."

"What do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat everything you make." Ling Qianyi blinked at him, and suddenly felt a little pampered and arrogant, and took the initiative to ask such a noble man to cook for him.

It's a sin.

Feng Yinxiu nodded without any hesitation: "Okay, you can eat whatever you want." ”

When Feng Shao and the legendary person who had an affair with Feng Shao were sent to a certain house of the Feng family, the driver's heart was messy and rushing.

"Go and buy recipes, one copy of all kinds of Chinese and Western cuisines, buy ten sets first, send them to the office of Mr. Han of the company, and ask her to send people to put them in the nearest houses." Before leaving, Feng Shao quietly instructed the driver.

Driver: "......"

Wash your hands and make soup???

When Han Mu, who was sitting in the office, saw the recipes piled up as high as a hill, the color on his face changed wonderfully.

"Han, Mr. Han, this is ...... Did you send it by mistake? The secretary pointed to this pile of recipes, and the corners of his mouth twitched a little, they are not a food company, right.

Or did Han Mu react quickly, quickly calmed down, and looked at the driver calmly: "What President Feng ordered?" ”

"Yes, Mr. Feng said, please send someone to put it in the nearest houses, and each of them has a copy."

"Okay, I know, you go out first."

Han Mu pushed his glasses and flipped through the mountains of recipes, feeling a little headache.

Is he going to be a chef exclusively?

If you want to eat, you can just say no, if you don't have anything, you have to toss like this.

"Mr. Han, Mr. Feng ......"

"Do you want me to say the rules of the company? You don't need to ask much about Mr. Feng's affairs, just do it, and you immediately go and arrange manpower now. ”

"Yes."

Han Mu put the recipe back in his hand and calmly began to look at the information at the computer.

On the screen is a set of wedding plans, luxurious and amazingly beautiful, each set is a sky-high price.

It's really a bit too much to ask her, a single dog, to help him watch the wedding.

It's a pity that Feng Dashao is very picky, and every plan can find a little fault, and it has to be changed to a perfect appearance.

"Eh, the little lord is so difficult to serve."

Han Mu took out the small mirror he carried with him and looked at it.

Oh, the hairline is receding again.

The calm Han Mu finally couldn't calm down, and immediately stopped what he was doing, and made a phone call to instruct him to buy some hair growth and maintenance supplies.

I was young and didn't get married yet, and my hairline was receding.

Han Mu decided to take good care of himself and make good use of his funds.

There is a lot of money, so you should be willful.

……