The fast-wearing host turned black again today

Chapter 1082 Domineering President VS Domineering President Canary (49)

Cen Ziheng was not even sure if the charming scene last night was a dream born of his despair!

Feeling flustered, he got out of bed barefoot and opened the bathroom door.

Nobody inside.

Heart, gradually sinking.

He rushed out of the bathroom and opened the door of the room.

In the living room of the suite, Luo Li was standing by the window, on the phone.

Hearing the voice, turn around.

She saw her canary staring blankly at her.

He seemed to be flustered, and he couldn't even button his shirt in time, revealing his tight abdominal muscles and graceful mermaid lines.

The pants were loose and stuck at the waist, revealing a flexible and powerful narrow waist, which was fatally sexy.

Without stopping to communicate with the person on the other end of the phone, Luo Li raised her lips and petals lightly, and hooked her hands to signal him to come over.

Cen Ziheng sniffed, suppressed the soreness in his heart, and flung himself into her arms like a baby.

Raising her hand to press down the two disobedient locks of hair on the top of his head, Luo Li patted his shoulder comfortingly, negotiating conditions with the person on the other end of the phone in an orderly manner.

It's not a dream, it's really... great!

Knowing that Wei Wu was busy, Cen Ziheng obediently let go of his hand after hugging her for a while, and went back to the bathroom to wash up.

When she came out again, Luo Li had already sat at the desk and was having a video conference.

After tossing all night last night, she couldn't be lazy like other girls. Instead, she had to deal with piles of documents early in the morning.

Cen Ziheng was very distressed and stepped into the kitchen.

Because it is a presidential suite, there is everything in the room, even the refrigerator is stuffed to the brim, which is full of high-quality cooking ingredients, just to meet the various needs of different guests.

Putting on an apron and rolling up his sleeves, Cen Ziheng started to make breakfast for the two of them.

At ten thirty, Luo Li finished the meeting and his breakfast was ready.

Smiling lightly, she got up and entered the kitchen. She tiptoed and pecked lightly on his pink, tender, tender lips, and teased, "So good?"

"Let's have breakfast... I don't know if you are used to the Chinese food I cook."

Blushing, Cen Ziheng shyly changed the topic.

"As long as it's made by you, I'm used to it."

Luo Li took another peck before helping to bring the breakfast to the table.

I felt a little sour in my heart, knowing that I shouldn't be jealous, but Cen Ziheng still couldn't help asking.

"Then do you prefer my breakfast, or Fei Cheng's?"

Wei Wu and Fei Cheng were very in love before, and after she and Fei Cheng confirmed their relationship, as long as they didn't socialize, they would only go home for dinner. This is a well-known fact.

Luo Li was stunned.

Seeing that she didn't reply for a long time, thinking that he was embarrassing her, Cen Ziheng lowered his eyes a little sourly, "I didn't mean to embarrass you...sorry."

"Incomparable."

Luo Li came back to her senses and smiled lightly.

Can't compare?

Yes……

What kind of person am I? How can I be compared with her husband...

Cen Zi became more and more sour.

"Little lemon essence, I mean incomparable, because I have never eaten the dishes cooked by Fei Cheng, so naturally I don't know which one of you cooks better."

Unable to see his awkward look, Luo Li explained with a smile.

This time it was Cen Ziheng's turn to be stunned.

I haven't eaten it, how is it possible!

"Anyway, one day you'll know the answer."

Shaking her head, Luo Li was speechless.

"Ah Wu..."

"Call me Ali."

She corrects.

"Small name?"

"That's right... Eat quickly. I'll accompany you to the hospital after eating. I was too busy with work before. I haven't seen my aunt for a long time. I miss her."

Luo Li interrupted Cen Ziheng's questioning, obviously not wanting to talk more about this issue.

And Cen Ziheng was also considerate and did not continue to question.

(End of this chapter)