ex-wife she is charming

"Your hand was brought up by yourself when the elevator door closed, so what does it have to do with me?"

My heart is so hard.

In the past, she must have cared about herself a few words.

Don't say anything comforting now, even caring seems to be a luxury.

"And I'm not hungry. If you are hungry, you can go back to Jinghua Garden. There are servants over there. If you tell me what you want to eat, someone will prepare it for you."

He doesn't need to do it himself.

Xu Zhi really couldn't figure out what this man was thinking.

In a villa as big as Jinghuayuan, with a total of five floors and a back garden, he can stay anywhere he wants, but he just wants to squeeze himself into this small two-bedroom house.

At one point, too, she wanted to drive people away.

But Shang Jiming is like a big mountain, no matter how hard she pushes it, it won't help.

He seemed to regard Xu Zhi's place as his own home, even more comfortable than when he was in Jinghuayuan.

Shang Jiming heard her words, so he acted as if he didn't hear her, and turned his head and went into the kitchen to find the apron.

After fumbling all night last night, this time he found a place to put the apron smoothly.

He took off the cartoon apron printed with SpongeBob SquarePants and Patrick and put it on, stretched out his hand to fasten it without any scruples, stood in front of the refrigerator, opened it on his own, and calmly took out the ingredients from it.

I also scooped the rice, washed the rice, put it in the pot, and cooked it...

All movements are done in one go, extremely skilled.

This is not the first time Xu Zhi saw Shang Jiming cooking.

There was one time before, when he was in Jinghuayuan, he prepared a table of dishes.

At that time, she waited for a long time with great interest, but in the end, Shang Jiming was called away because of Song Ning's phone call, which made her not able to finish her last meal.

Thinking about it now, Xu Zhi felt very angry.

Standing in the living room, she looked at Shang Jiming's busy figure with his back turned to her, coupled with that cartoon apron, she felt strange no matter how she looked at it.

Just imagine, the dignified CEO of Shangshi International is wearing a cartoon apron and standing in his kitchen washing his hands and making soup.

This picture is really creepy.

But this scene is happening in her home right now.

Really startling.

Xu Zhi didn't stay in the living room for too long. After putting down his bag, he turned around and went into his room to take a shower.

After tossing around in Xu's house, she felt that she was stained with the bad luck of those people in that family, but she had to wash it well to get rid of the bad luck.

When she came out of the bedroom with her half-dry hair, Shang Jiming had already prepared three dishes and one soup, and was just putting the last soup on the table. When she heard the sound of her opening the door from a distance, he raised his head subconsciously.

Xu Zhi was wearing pajamas, took the takeaway delivered by the takeaway boy outside the door, said thank you, and then closed the door.

When Xu Zhi turned around from the entrance with Mala Tang and was about to go back to the room, he bumped into a wall of people head-on.

She was taken aback.

The takeaway in my hand almost fell to the ground, but luckily I caught it firmly.

Xu Zhi took two steps back, raised his hand and patted his chest, frowning tightly.

"How do you walk without making a sound, it's frightening to death."

Shang Jiming didn't speak, but his eyes fell on the takeaway in her hand, he reached out and snatched the bag from her by surprise.

"Eh-"

Xu Zhi subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, but since Shang Ming was too tall, he easily raised his hand, so that Xu Zhi couldn't reach it.

"There is soup in it, it will be spilled, return it to me quickly."

She is also hungry.

Originally, I thought about ordering a takeaway, taking a shower, and just coming out to eat.

But who would have thought that by such a coincidence, he would be so pissed off when he ran into such a stumbling block as Shang Jiming on the way.

"I made dinner."

Shang Jiming also frowned, and looked back at her.

The hand holding the takeaway was still held high, not giving her any chance to reach it.

Xu Zhi gritted his teeth, "It's none of my business."

"I did your part, you said it's none of your business." Shang Jiming asked back.

"I didn't say I want to eat it. You can do it yourself and return it to me."

It's just that Xu Zhi was not affected by his words at all, only his own Malatang was left in his sight, and he couldn't see anything else at all.

While talking, Xu Zhi grabbed the shirt on his chest with both hands, jumped up and reached for the takeaway box in his hand.

Shang Jiming raised his eyebrows, and directly grabbed her wrist with his backhand.

Dodging the other hand she stretched out, he led him to the restaurant.

"Takeaway is unhygienic, you should eat less in the future..."

Shang Jiming babbled on like an old man in his seventies and eighties, causing Xu Zhi a headache.

The woman was forced to sit down at the dining table. The rice bowl in front of her was already filled with rice, and even the chopsticks and spoons were ready.

After Shang Jiming placed Xu Zhi on the seat, he put her outside into the kitchen on his own, and when he came out again, he didn't forget to close the door with him, completely cutting off Xu Zhi's life. idea.

"Okay, it's time to eat."

Unwilling to give up, Xu Zhi still stretched out his head and glanced in the direction of the kitchen.

"Where did you take my dinner, Shang Jiming, don't think you can show off your power in my house if you can enter my house, please find out, this is my house, it has nothing to do with you, okay?" good."

The more Xu Zhi thought about it, the more angry he became.

How did this man manage to be so annoying.

"Takeout is unhygienic and unhealthy, eat in."

Shang Jiming pulled away the chair next to her and sat down.

There was obviously a long dining table that could accommodate five or six people, but he had to squeeze beside him, hand in hand.

Xu Zhi only felt more and more grumpy at the moment.

"Then what about my takeaway?"

"lost."

"How can it be such a waste."

Shang Jiming didn't speak any more, as if he had made up his mind.

After he sat down, he first picked up the chopsticks and stuffed them into Xu Zhi's hands, then picked up his own bowl and chopsticks, and began to eat slowly.

In the middle of the journey, Xu Zhi wanted to get up, but Shang Ji quickly pinned down his shoulders.

There is no escape.

Xu Zhi was about to cry out of anger.

What is this called?

Staying in your own home and acting like a prisoner is simply committing a crime.

"Eat obediently."

Probably her desire to run away was so obvious that Shang Jiming had to put his hand on the back of her chair in the middle of eating to prevent Xu Zhi from escaping at any time.

Hungry and helpless, Xu Zhi finally had no choice but to compromise with reality.

Shang Jiming's craftsmanship is still very good.

Although they are just simple home-cooked dishes, the taste is not as bad as imagined.

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, boiled shrimp, sweet and sour pork and a bowl of seaweed egg drop soup.

Xu Zhi also admired him for being able to do these things in such a short period of time.

Reluctantly, she took a few mouthfuls of rice with chopsticks, and a prawn that had been peeled off and dipped in dipping sauce was put into her bowl.

Xu Zhi was surprised, and turned his head to look, Shang Jiming moved the prawns in front of him at some point, carefully peeled the shells one by one, and then threw them into the small bowl at her hand.

Seeing her stop, the midway merchant immediately looked sideways and asked with a slightly raised brow, "Why don't you continue to eat."

Xu Zhi withdrew his gaze a little uncomfortable, took two mouthfuls of rice, and chewed slowly.

After more than two years of marriage, this is the first time that Xu Zhi has enjoyed him serving him.

This feeling is really indescribable.

But it's a pity that it would be nice if this kind of belated touch happened earlier.