Nan Xin blinked his eyes: "What you said makes sense, it is worthy of Mr. Gu." ”

Gu Sihan took her hand and led her into his exclusive territory: "Follow me in the future, you can learn more, not just be beautiful like a flower." ”

Nan Xin deliberately quipped: "I am indeed not only responsible for being beautiful as a flower, I am also responsible for Qi Huan in bed." ”

She is as beautiful as a flower, and she is happy in bed, but she can rhyme.

Gu Sihan hooked his lips and smiled: "When I was a child, I was very good at philology. ”

Nan Xin smiled sweetly: "To be praised by His Majesty, the slave family is very happy." ”

The smile on the corner of Gu Sihan's lips deepened, and he pointed to his lips.

Nan Xin immediately understood, stood on tiptoe and kissed it.

Gu Sihan hugged her waist and kissed her hard, snatching her breath and sweetness, and then pressed her in front of the oversized floor-to-ceiling glass mirror.

It was noon, and the sun shone from a distant place, shining brightly, and in the holy light were men and women who were closely intertwined with each other, one in a noble suit and the other in a long skirt.

Nan Xin gasped lowly: "Brother Gu, if you don't let go of me, there will be one more headline tomorrow, a girl like that, in such and such a place, was kissed to death by a certain man." ”

Gu Sihan let go of her with a low chuckle, and in her sight was her seductive little appearance, ruddy lips, blurred eyes, long hair floating behind her, slender waist, plump, and charming, she really deserved to be a stunner.

He pinched her chin and said in a playful voice, "Girl? ”

"Well, I've been turned into a woman by your own hands, why should you be so careful?"

Gu Sihan listened very well, and the sentence 'turned into a woman by your own hands' ironed his heart very much.

He picked her up and sat down on the sofa, and handed her a notebook.

Nan Xin took it and asked, "What is it?" ”

"Recipes."

Nan Xin's eyes lit up, and he immediately pushed him away, wanting to sit aside and read the recipe carefully.

Gu Sihan looked dissatisfied, grabbed her waist, and bit her the back of the neck.

"Ahh Nan Xin exclaimed in pain.

She glanced at him, "Why are you biting me?" ”

"Sit down."

His eyes were gloomy, and his tone was full of evil.

Nan Xin: "......"

Suddenly, I found that this guy was a little difficult to serve.

Nan Xin pouted: "Sit and sit, won't you talk well?" You have to bite. ”

She reached out and touched the place he had just bitten and frowned, "It hurts." ”

Gu Sihan lowered his eyes, stretched out his fingertips, and gently rubbed the place, his expression was obscure: "I will be obedient next time if I know it hurts." ”

"I've always been very obedient."

"Not enough."

“……”

The old man asks for a lot.

Nan Xin rolled her eyes, ignored him, sat in his arms, and opened the recipe.

The book of the recipe is different from some big hotels outside.,It's not the kind of super-large.,It looks very high-grade.,It's also very eye-catching design.。

The book of this recipe is not big, just like a small notepad, and the recipes in it are also very different, there are no beautiful pictures, but a detailed list of ingredients and specific prices, as well as cooking methods.

Nan Xin raised his eyebrows and asked, "You wrote the cooking method here, aren't you afraid that the guests who have seen it will steal it?" ”

Gu Sihan played with her hair, and his fingertips were entwined layer by layer, like an inseparable entanglement between him and her in every affair.

The thin lips are slightly hooked, and the tone is careless.

"Open to guests, you are not afraid of guests stealing learning, Tianfu Divine Food has been established for a hundred years, and I don't see any guest who can really learn the recipes here, even if they learn the method, they can't meet the standards here, no matter how to eat, they still think that this is delicious, and the rich pursue what is unique, what do you think Tianfu Divine Food earns? Dish money? Scold. ”

That word is really meaningful.

Yes, what rich people eat is not food, but taste and identity.