The president's doting wife is a bit sweet

Chapter 11

Jiang Yichen's voice sounded a little lazy: "I just returned to China, and there have been a lot of things recently."

The subsidiary company is about to go public, the development project is stuck, and it has been delayed for a long time. Jiang Yichen has too many unsatisfactory things recently.

Jiang's mother snorted dissatisfiedly: "I know you are busy, so my mother won't call you. I asked my friend to bring some Tibetan medicine to nourish Nian Nian's body. Come here when you are free."

"it is good."

"That's right, son, is it true that the story about you and that starlet was reported on the news?" Jiang's mother's voice cooled down.

"No, it was written indiscriminately by the media."

"That's good, let me tell you, you should restrain yourself when you get married, you know?"

"I know!" Jiang Yichen said lightly.

He keeps a low profile in his private life, and he doesn't like to show himself in front of the media. The recent scandal with Xia Wanwan was deliberately stirred up. He usually doesn't have enough working hours, so he doesn't care about such irrelevant news.

Jiang Yichen put his phone back and glanced at the time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

There is no need to go to the banquet.

Gu Nian felt hungry after taking a shower and changed her clothes. Aunt Rong went home from rest today. She didn't expect Jiang Yichen to come back. She went downstairs with her long hair loose, looking at the man sitting on the sofa reading financial magazines, She pursed her lips slightly: "Have you eaten tonight?"

"Does it look like I've eaten it?" Jiang Yichen raised his eyebrows, his eyes stained with displeasure.

Gu Nian is used to his lukewarm tone: "Then what do you want to eat?"

Jiang Yichen put down the financial magazine in his hand, pressed his brows together: "I feel sick to my stomach, I don't want to eat."

Gu Nian still had a good temper and said: "There are still some hand-rolled noodles in the refrigerator. If you don't eat them, your stomach will be even more uncomfortable at night. How about cooking some noodles?"

Jiang Yichen stared at her, seeing her cautious and ingratiating appearance, sneered: "It's up to you."

Gu Nian took a deep breath, took out the hand-rolled noodles from the refrigerator and walked into the kitchen.

Jiang Yichen is actually quite difficult to get along with, his moods are indistinct, and his personality is unpredictable.

In the first 18 years of his life, Jiang Yichen was a good boy whose roots were upright and Miaohong. His father was imprisoned and committed suicide in prison. The hottest business dignitaries.

Gu Nian can't remember when she fell in love with him, or that day, he borrowed her bicycle and didn't say hello, which made her cry when she thought the new bike was lost. After that, he apologized and bought her ice cream. Or that day, she went to interview him at the school sports meeting, and he handed her the medal and said it was for you.

She also thought about marrying him, but never in such an embarrassing way.

After a while, Gu Nian came out with the cooked noodles. Jiang Yichen glanced at it. It looked very ordinary. Gu Nian put the bowl on the table and rubbed his hands: "Let's eat first, there are no ingredients at home."

Jiang Yichen was a little hungry after tossing and tossing for so long. He sat down and picked up some noodles with his chopsticks. Just as he was about to eat, he saw the woman on the opposite side looking at him nervously, but there seemed to be a little expectation in her eyes.

Sure enough, after he took a sip of the noodles, the soft voice sounded: "The taste... is not bad!"

Gu Nian is really a little nervous, afraid that the picky President Jiang Da will dislike her cooking skills.

Jiang Yichen raised his face, looked at her nervous and expectant expression, suddenly wanted to laugh, but in the end he still said: "Generally, I can swallow it."

Gu Nian took a deep breath, and took it as a compliment, anyway, she didn't hate it, she lowered her head and carefully picked the noodles in her bowl.

Jiang Yichen looked away from her, wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue, and said casually, "Are you free this weekend?"

(End of this chapter)