CEO's 99 Ways Of Love

There are always many accidents in Shi Cheng's life, which forces Shi Cheng to gradually adapt from the initial discomfort. She has to deliberately ignore the subtle sense of loss of control brought by life. She doesn't like it. No one will like it.

Bo Yan's arrival made her life once stable for a while, but then it brought greater imbalance, irresistible power, the framing of relatives, the arrival of Shi Qing, the sudden fire, the mud rock flow that almost buried, everything was like a hammer, smashing Shi Cheng, which was forced to piece together by the non-stop life to create another Shi Cheng.

At this time, Shi Cheng looked at the bead string in front of him, his eyes flickered a few times, silently hid his wrist, "Okay, okay, come to dinner, eat!"

When Bo Yan looked at it, Cheng lowered his head and snored. He ate a whole bowl of pig foot noodles, then pushed the bowl, moved to the sofa like an uncle and began to eat other things. Bo Yan was a little unhappy in his heart!

He put down his chopsticks and asked, "are you full?"

Shi Cheng held the apple and made an OK gesture.

"Then don't eat this mess. It's hard to digest." Bo Yan got up and took away Shi Cheng's apple and the snacks on the table.

Shi Cheng watched the pot, biscuits and plum leave him, and the unfinished apple. He sipped and said, "can't I fill the gap?"

"I can give you a bowl of noodle soup!"

"Forget it!" Shi Cheng hates the so-called saying that raw soup turns raw food. Except for the specially stewed soup, Shi Cheng never drinks noodle soup or dumpling soup.

Bo Yan also found Shi Cheng's habit, but his meaning was very obvious. If he was full, he would eat the rice I cooked, and those snacks would go away.

Bo Yan went to the kitchen and cut some shredded bamboo shoots. After the crisp shredded bamboo shoots were seasoned, they were poured with freshly fried pepper oil. The smell filled out from the kitchen. Muyeshuo wanted to go after eating his noodles. Now he sat down again.

Bo Yan came out with shredded bamboo shoots. Sure enough, when he saw Shi Cheng returning to the table, he looked at him eagerly, "there are still dishes that haven't been served yet. Why don't you say, I thought they were finished!"

Shi Cheng stayed at home these days and the amount of activity was minimized. In fact, she couldn't eat much, but the shredded bamboo shoots made her move her fingers and thought she could still eat half a bowl of noodles.

Bo Yan smiled and refused, "you can't eat too much at night. You've eaten enough!"

When Cheng Leng snorted, he lifted people's appetite and irresponsible people are really hateful.

The corner of Bo Yan's mouth was bent, and what he wanted was this feeling.

Mu yeshuo had enough to eat and drink. He said what he should say and brought what he should bring. Finally, he patted his ass and left.

Shi Cheng took a bath, got into the bedroom, changed his medicine, and soon fell asleep.

There was no dream all night. Shi Cheng only felt a chill in his ankle in the morning. Bo Yan didn't know when he came in. He was spraying medicine on his swollen ankle. There was a smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the air.

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