Domineering president, forgive me

In the lazy afternoon, Xiangyang reluctantly opened her eyes, but three seconds later she closed again. Fatigue is her only feeling now. This is not good in summer. The more sleep, the more sleepy and tired.

In order not to lose sleep at night, Xiang Yang rolled in bed for several seconds before he reluctantly went to the bathroom to freshen up. When he came out, he saw that Jiang Yuanzhou had been sitting on his desk processing documents.

"Why didn't I see you just now?"

"Go downstairs and get the papers! Are you tired after sleeping? "

Jiang Yuanzhou came to Xiangyang and gently rubbed her temples. He was distressed to see the bruise on the bottom of her eyes: "why don't you sleep for a while?"

"If I go to sleep again, I will definitely lose sleep at night."

"Insomnia is good? Then we will have time to work hard and create a sister for them. "

Jiang Yuanzhou's low and sexy voice sounded in Xiangyang's ear. The tone made her feel soft. She gently pushed people away and said angrily: "make good money to support her family."

"I've made enough money, even if I have two football teams."

"You have to live by yourself!"

Xiangyang blushed. If a football team is not counted as a substitute, there are 11 primary candidates alone. How can it be done? Jiang Yuanzhou, an asshole, likes to pick things.

"Hum!"

Watching her run away, Jiang Yuanzhou's melancholy had disappeared as early as the moment he saw Xiangyang.

In the room, they each do their own things. The atmosphere is unspeakably harmonious. Suddenly Xiangyang asks, "have you seen my mobile phone? I remember I put it on the bedside table before going to bed, but I couldn't find it when I woke up. "

"I don't see. Why are you looking for a cell phone?" Jiang Yuanzhou asked quietly.

"Of course, it's playing games. I passed a lot of checkpoints in the hospital before. Now I have to make persistent efforts, but why is the mobile phone missing? Try dialing me. "

In Xiangyang's pleading eyes, Jiang Yuanzhou would not refuse anyway. He pretended to press the loudspeaker, but the voice prompted that the other party's mobile phone had been turned off.

"The cell phone should be dead. You remember correctly that it was on the bedside table?"

Jiang Yuanzhou asked again. Xiang Yang hesitated, "it should be! I'm not sure. "

"Then stop playing games and read well. If you can't watch it, talk to me to relieve your boredom."

"Will it bother you?"

Xiang Yang glanced at the documents as high as a mountain pile on Jiang Yuanzhou's desk and hesitated: "I'd better find them myself!"

"What's easy to find will disappear if it's gone. I'll buy you a new one in two days. It's the same with games in two days."

"But... Well, listen to you."

Jiang Yuanzhou smiled with satisfaction. He just wanted to give Xiangyang a simple hug and kiss. At first, he just used his tongue to describe each other's lips and wanted to taste it.

But Xiangyang's clumsy reaction aroused his inner desire. His action became more and more rude. He tore open Xiangyang's clothes. Before she could react, Jiang Yuanzhou had pressed on her, and his restless hand gently held her waist to ignite her inner desire

The next day, Xiangyang woke up naturally after sleeping. She gently pushed Jiang Yuanzhou away and confirmed that he didn't wake up before she left the room carefully.

I don't know if she is too sensitive these two days. She always feels that Yuanzhou has something to hide from her. When the maid sees her getting up so early, they say hello.

Xiangyang greeted them with a smile. Because she had something in her heart, she wanted to watch some funny programs to relieve her mood. However, the picture couldn't appear after the TV was turned on. What's the matter?

"Ah Xiu, is our TV broken? Why not? " Xiangyang caught a maid ah Xiu who was cleaning up the tea set in the living room.

Ah Xiu, who was directly named, was startled. His heart beat fast. His hands holding the rag on both sides unconsciously clenched a lot: "it was broken two days ago. I wanted to ask someone to repair it, but Mr. Sun said that he had asked Secretary sun to place an order to buy a larger screen, but because it was purchased overseas, it would take some days to arrive."

"That's a pity!" Xiangyang reluctantly turned the TV on, his fingers bored around on the table, pulled ah Xiu to chat: "are there any gossip recently?"

A Xiu was afraid that she would be found if her expression was not well controlled. She deliberately hung her head: "it's calm and boring."

The mobile phone can't be found, and the TV is broken again. Now she is isolated from the world, which is similar to what others say about seclusion, but those things outside seem to have little to do with her.

"I guess so! Forget it, I'll make breakfast. "

Xiangyang thought for a long time before she thought of something she could do. Seeing her running into the kitchen, ah Xiu was relieved. Fortunately, she didn't lose her chain at the critical moment.

"Madam, let me do it. I'm used to these rough jobs." The cook was sad. Yesterday, Mr. drove them out and said they wanted to cook. Today, it's his wife. It's hard to tell in a few days that they will really lose their jobs.

Xiangyang smiled and shook his head. "It's all right. I've been lying for too long and I need to move more. Why don't you teach me to cook some good soup dishes today? The soup I learned before can't make your taste."

"What soup does madam Xiangyang learn?" The chef drank something cooked by Xiangyang. It was clear and light, and did not refine the unique taste of the ingredients.

This kind of cooking should be improved. It's simple and difficult to say. The key point is to see talent.

The chef doesn't want to give Xiangyang face, but she doesn't have the motivation of talent at all.

"Chicken soup?" Xiangyang doesn't understand that they are all the same chicken. Why are the ingredients and stewed tastes different?

She stared at the chef with big eyes, which made him very uncomfortable. The chef cleared his throat: "last time I saw you stew, it was mainly about the heat. The fire turned to medium fire and then to small fire, rather than turning to small fire after the water boiled like you."

"I'll stew now. Help me find the wrong place." Xiangyang rolled up her sleeves and began to wash her hands. With the guidance of a famous teacher, she didn't believe she couldn't cook well.

After some advice, the chef secretly drank water with dry mouth, and the soup has been stewed. It shouldn't be difficult to drink with his help this time. As for those dishes, can you eat them?

The chef took a look at the noisy green vegetables, the prepared turnip cakes and fried dumplings. From the quality, should they be cooked?

Just when the chef hesitated to remind Xiangyang to try the dishes first, he saw Jiang Yuanzhou come in. He quietly put down his apron and left with the army. Xiangyang, immersed in the cooking world, was not aware of it.

Standing behind Xiangyang, Jiang Yuanzhou was very happy to see the breakfast that had been set before. She can't call her a kitchen killer anymore. It's done very well.

"Thank you!"

Jiang Yuanzhou didn't control himself. He came forward and held ren'er in his arms: "everything you've done for me."