An Ran responded with a false voice, not expecting Mi Xiaojia's cooking skills.

This woman was too lazy to die, so she ran to live in his villa without paying the rent, and it was harder for her to cook a meal than to climb to the sky. Now help him chase the palace concubine, and he is willing to cook?

"Wash the rice first, don't put too much water, otherwise the cooked rice will be like porridge, and it won't be delicious......" Mi Xiaojia looked at An Ran after explaining, and saw the eldest young master with his hands in his trouser pocket, looking at the back of her head in a daze, and knowing that he didn't listen to her at a glance.

Mi Xiao became angry, and yelled at An Ran: "Hey, are you chasing Gong Ji or am I chasing you? Can you go to the snack? You don't chase Gong Ji, I'll look for Tang Shaobai to top!"

"Go ahead, just be wordy. An Ran replied, stood aside and continued to be in a daze.

After a meal, Mi Xiaojia spoke dryly, but An Ran listened absent-mindedly.

In the end, he brought the food to the living room, and smiled shamelessly at Gong Jiyou: "Gong reporter, the first time I cooked, it was very difficult to eat, but I used my heart, you eat my heart, even if it is the first time you use me, you will be responsible for me!"

Mi Xiaojia listened to it on the sidelines, and just wanted to kick it to death. An Ran said such a big lie, and he was not afraid of being thundered by the sky!

Gong Ji smiled lightly and ate a chopstick.

An Ran hurriedly approached Gong Ji and asked, "Has the palace reporter eaten my heart?"

Luo Cheng, who couldn't bear to have a seizure, couldn't sit down this time, he squeezed forward, "very coincidentally" separated An Ran and Gong Ji, and said seriously: "Eat and sleep, be safe, sit upright!"

An Ran pretended not to hear Luo Cheng's lecture, looked at Gong Ji and asked: "My first time was dedicated to the palace reporter, does the palace reporter feel very happy? Don't forget to be responsible for me while you are happy!"

He couldn't see Gong Ji's eyes, and Luo Cheng suddenly blocked his vision with his ugly wounded head.

An Ran looked at Huoda, fixed his eyes on Luo Cheng's injured head, and sneered: "I heard that you have thirteen stitches and are seriously injured." Look at you wrapped like a pig's head, shouldn't you take care of your injuries, don't come to hinder me from falling in love with the palace reporter?!"

Luo Cheng really thinks that he has anything to do with Gong Ji now, the current Luo Cheng is just Gong Ji's ex-husband, and he is embarrassed to cut off Gong Ji's peach blossoms?!

"I'm fine, don't say thirteen stitches, even if there are thirteen more stitches, I can still help the palace reporter pick a good person. Enron, I really didn't say you, no matter how good your family background is, no matter how good you look, you are still a playboy, and you don't feel safe if you are a woman!"

In terms of lip service, he is no worse than An Ran!

"I curse you for another hundred stitches, and you will never be able to get up!" An Ran was angry, clapping his palm on the dining table and shouting.

The two women who were eating were suddenly startled, they looked at each other, and suddenly felt that the dining table was too unsafe.

"Hey, let's eat somewhere else. Mi Xiaojia got up and took a dish in one hand and put it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Gong Ji and her had a tacit understanding, the two sat in front of the sofa and ate while watching TV, talking and laughing, away from the battlefield of the two men.

Mi Xiaojia glanced back at the two men in the confrontation, shook his head and sighed: "The surname An is unreliable, I know that I am jealous, why don't I know how to please you with practical actions? ”