Beloved of Bossy President

"What are you doing here? Want to starve me? " Seeing that she looked at herself in amazement, long Chuhan began to be a little impatient.

"No, no, I'm going now. Uncle Chuhan, wait a minute."

Being swept by him, ling'er quickly returned to his senses and waved his hand. Ignoring the long wet hair, he turned and walked out of the door quickly.

Listening to the sound of footsteps walking farther and farther out of the corridor, long Chu's cold star's eyes half narrowed. He stood there for a long time before going downstairs.

Before ten minutes, ling'er came out of the kitchen holding a bowl of hot noodles.

"Uncle Chu Han, the noodles are ready. Come and eat."

Although, they have experienced so many things, ling'er always feels that the atmosphere is a little strange.

But later I thought that no matter how uncomfortable they were, they still had to stay together every day.

It's better to let go than to be so uncomfortable.

"Too many onions, too little water, too much noodles." Long Chuhan had just sat down, and before he got up his chopsticks, he was already in the secluded way.

"But, uncle Chuhan, you didn't tell me how to cook it."

As soon as he said he was hungry, she came down to cook for him. Can't she make do with it?

Now see he is choosy of, work properly son in the heart call grievance.

"Life is either to make do with it or to be particular about it. I can't make do with it."

Putting down the chopsticks, long Chuhan picked up the magazine and read it slowly.

“……” It's obvious that she's trying to embarrass her on purpose. What's more, it's too fake. Hum!

Bullying people also bully seriously, it can't be more absolute.

Even though ling'er was a little depressed, he returned to the kitchen with noodles in his hand.

The second time I saw her with long wet hair, long Chuhan was still a bit absent-minded.

A small face only the size of his palm, with long eyelashes under his eyes, accompanied by a pair of round eyes.

Face without a little powder, facial features are extremely good-looking, is pure natural beauty, looking at people inexplicably feel comfortable.

The water is clear, just like a fairy coming out of the painting. It's so beautiful that it's hard for people to look at it.

Until ling'er puts the bowl of noodles made according to his requirements in front of him. In order not to let her see the difference, long Chuhan gives a shallow cough.

"It looks good. I don't know how it tastes."

“……” Can't this person recognize himself? In addition to loss, or loss

When you see long Chuhan eating all the noodles in one breath, without frowning, ling'er's heart hanging in his throat is finally put down.

"How's it going? Isn't that good? " Looking at the long Chuhan who drinks all the soup, ling'er asks.

"Barely able to import." Leaving these five words behind, long Chuhan wiped the corners of his lips and stood up slowly, with a look of disapproval.

“……” Looking at his back, ling'er felt completely speechless again.

When he had drunk all the soup, he said that he could barely import it. How could this man be so wrong?

Domineering, cold, black belly

Thinking of many girls, confused by his skin bag, ling'er feels powerless.

If they were given a chance to live with the devil for a few days, would their thoughts change from then on?

"Come to my study when you're done." See Ling son don't speak, have already come to slant to listen to the long Chu Han of the door, suddenly light way.

Ling'er was stunned for a moment, picked up the empty bowl and chopsticks, and nodded to him: "I know."