Wang Wang's face-slapping routine

Chapter 130 How Could It Be Just Friends!

He glanced at Atobu Chuyan, and his tone was full of jealousy that he didn't realize himself: "Your relationship with Renzu is so good that you are willing to cook for him."

A tough woman is willing to hold back all her edge for a man, go into the kitchen to wash her hands and make soup, how could she be just a friend!

Atobe's first words: "???"

Obviously it was just cooking a meal for a friend, why did it feel like a different meaning when it came out of Keigo Atobe's mouth?
From the beginning, he was hated by Keigo Atobe, so that now, Chuyan Atobe really can't understand his mind more and more.

If it were the time when she just came back, maybe she would still narcissistically think that Keigo Atobe was jealous.

But at this moment, she had no such thought at all.

Looking up slightly, not knowing how Atobe Keigo defined her as a good relationship, he frowned slightly: "If you want to eat, I can do it too."

If Keigo Atobe didn't hate her, she would have wanted to make it for him a long time ago.

Of course, I also want to tell him by the way that besides smoking and fighting when he sees her, she also has a good side.

I hope he treats her a little better.

A little is fine, not a lot.

As soon as the voice fell, I saw Keigo Atobu eagerly answered: "Ah, this is what you said, just do it when you get back!"

He didn't seem to realize his eagerness at all, and the corners of his mouth raised an arc.

Ah!
After all, he is also Atobu Chuyan's nominal husband, and he absolutely does not allow other men to take the lead in experiencing her goodness first.

Atobe's first words: "???"

Could it be that after going around for so long, Keigo Atobe's real thought is just to eat the food she cooked?

As soon as this thought came to her mind, her frowning eyebrows suddenly opened.

Judging from the situation of Keigo Atobe eating the cake she made before, it seems that this possibility is not impossible.

Faced with food that just suits your appetite, it seems that few people can categorically refuse it.

Anyway, she can't.

Since Atobe Keigo wanted to eat it, she made it.

"Hmm." Atobe Chuyan responded, uncharacteristically, he didn't tease Atobe Keigo.

She took off her apron and put it on her lap, and she never spoke again.

And Keigo Atobe, who heard her agreement, couldn't restrain his joy in his heart.

At the same time, I unconsciously looked forward to it, hoping to get home soon.

It's just that no matter how anxious you are, the distance from Hokkaido to Tokyo cannot be shortened.

By the time the driver drove the car into Atobe's house, it was already 03:30 in the afternoon.

Atobe Chuyan was afraid that Keigo Atobe would be hungry, so he went back to his room, changed his clothes, and hurried into the kitchen.

All the sadness and slight complaints caused by his disgust have long been forgotten.

Facing Keigo Atobe's initiative to approach, she still couldn't refuse after all.

When Chuyan Atobe and the chef were busy in the kitchen, Keigo Atobe was idle and bored, so he stood waiting at the door of the kitchen.

Don't ask why he doesn't help, because he doesn't know how to do it at all, and if he goes, I'm afraid it will only cause trouble for her.

In this regard, he is still very self-aware.

Leaning on the door frame and watching Atobe Chuyan skillfully chopping vegetables, he unconsciously set his eyes on her thin back.

Among girls of the same age, Hatsune Atobe's figure is considered tall.

But her figure was abnormally thin no matter how she looked at it.

Frowning slightly, Atobe Keigo raised his hand to caress the tear mole, and made a decision in his heart.

(End of this chapter)