Chapter 115

He thought she had found something and took the initiative to go upstairs to accompany him, but it turned out that he was thinking too much.

Si Lian moved, reminding him that he was still holding her wrist, "Mr. Zhan, you let me go first." ”

Zhan Nanye let go of his hand in frustration, "......I'm sorry!

"I know, you must have mistaken me for the president's wife to grab my hand. "Seeing that he is sick and a little fragile, it should be because of the trouble between him and the president's wife.

Si Lian thought about it for a while and decided to say a few words, "Mr. Zhan, you care so much about the president's wife, just talk to her and don't hold everything in your heart." ”

"Can we talk about it?" Zhan Nanye thought about talking to her, but he didn't dare to take the risk.

Si Lian said, "You have to try everything, if you don't try, how do you know if you can do it?"

"Well, you have a point. He smiled, "When you return to Xiangjiang, you can book a hotel according to your preferences, and I will ask her to have a good talk." ”

She remembered that there was still porridge in the pot, "Mr. Zhan, I have stomach-nourishing porridge in the pot, I'll go and serve you a little bit, and then rest early." ”

Zhan Nanye, "Thank you!"

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"You don't have to thank me. Si Lian lowered his head and said sullenly, "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have eaten such spicy food last night, and you wouldn't have had stomach problems." Mr. Zhan, I'm sorry!"

"I don't blame you, don't blame yourself. Zhan Nanye stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the balls on the top of her head.

It was also the first time he had rubbed the balls on top of her head, and her hair was black and smooth, and it felt good to the touch.

He withdrew his hand and put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, and there was a little smell of her hair on his hand. The fragrance is faint, but it is also fragrant.

Si Lian was taken aback by his sudden transgression, but when he met his calm gaze, he felt that he had thought too much, "Mr. Zhan, I'll go serve porridge first." ”

Zhan Nanye, "Okay." ”

Si Lian fled and left his room, Zhan Nanye raised his finger to the tip of his nose and smelled it, the fragrance that belonged to his little wife was still there, not only fragrant but also very sweet.

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Si Lian served the porridge, and when he turned around, Zhan Nanye, who was supposed to rest in the room, stood at the door, "Mr. Zhan, why did you come down?"

Zhan Nanye didn't answer the rhetorical question, "Are you very good at cooking?"

Si Lian feels that there are a lot of specialty dishes, and everyone who has eaten them says that it is good, but the people who are lucky enough to eat her cooking are grandma, Tang Tang and Meng Ziyin.

No matter what she does, the three of them think it's the best in the world, so her true level of cooking remains to be verified.

She said modestly, "Mr. Zhan, I will cook a few home-cooked dishes, and I can't compare with your chef." ”

"Home cooking is about having a taste of home, a chef can make all kinds of food, but never feel at home. Zhan Nanye's eyes fell on her, sincere and serious, "Can you teach me to cook two home-cooked dishes?"