Her Unscrupulous CEO

Zhuang wennuan really decided to live here at ease. At the moment, under the toss, the sky outside the window has been dark, the night has covered the roof, and the surrounding of the whole villa seems surprisingly quiet.

Zhuang wennuan is used to living in the center of the city and listens to a lot of traffic. At the moment, she is really amazed at the night when cicadas can be heard all around.

When Zhuang wennuan finished packing his clothes, he heard not only the sound of cicadas outside, but also the purr of her stomach in the quiet time.

She didn't eat anything in the mall at noon. After the performance in the afternoon, she has experienced a shock. She is really hungry.

She pressed her stomach awkwardly. Fortunately, she didn't shout in front of jomuzer. Otherwise, she would be so ashamed.

However, it's so late that it's not as convenient as the city center to eat.

Zhuang wennuan decides to go downstairs and see what the man eats.

Walking down the revolving building, Zhuang wennuan heard the sound downstairs. It was a crisp sound of pot and bowl collision. Even in the air, she greedily smelled the aroma of the food.

When she was halfway down the stairs, she opened her eyes. Would anyone in his family come to cook?

Maybe she invited her cooking aunt. Zhuang nuanuan's heart jumped with joy and he could have dinner right away!

Zhuang wennuan walked slowly down the stairs and looked in the direction of the kitchen. Behind the French window, what he saw was not the figure of a housekeeping aunt, but

Zhuang wennuan's eyes stared round again.

In the light smoke, a broad black figure stood there. The bright luster reflected the texture of the kitchen, which also made the man look incomparably warm.

How?

How could he be cooking? Zhuang wennuan's heart hit her, and a feeling of being flattered and mixed with guilt grabbed her.

Can she eat the food that jomuzer cooked himself?

Joe muzer is wearing a black long sleeved T-shirt, half pulled up, showing his strong arms. At the moment, he is cutting something on the felt board, serious and handsome.

Zhuang wennuan couldn't help swallowing her saliva. If so, she would be really sorry.

Because she lives here, she will trouble him to cook one more meal.

Zhuang wennuan took a deep breath and walked towards the kitchen. Standing at the door, she accosted, "master Qiao, are you cooking?"

Joe Muse looked back at her. "Are you hungry?"

"Er! I'm not hungry... Not too hungry." Zhuang wennuan quickly shook her head and replied, but her stomach was very impolite, revealing her panic and grunting.

She quickly covered her stomach and looked at the man in front of her, hoping he didn't hear.

But she still underestimated the man's hearing. His thin lips slightly reminded him, "go outside and wait for me on the sofa. You can eat soon."

"Oh! OK." Zhuang wennuan doesn't want to stay embarrassed anymore. He hurried out and sat on the sofa waiting for him.

Like a child waiting to be fed.

Zhuang wennuan couldn't help looking at the direction of the kitchen. It seemed that at this time, he saw a smell of fireworks from the man. He must be alone! Not God.

In the past, she always saw his figure in magazines and investment magazines. He was like that kind of high and cold inaccessible image. After contact, she found that those were just his images exposed outside.

The real jomuzer may be the man who is willing to stay in the kitchen and can cook at the moment.

Zhuang wennuan couldn't help smiling and felt that he was really blessed.

Fifteen minutes later, Joe muzer came out with dinner. He learned the practice of Western food. Therefore, tonight's dinner is steak with spaghetti, juice and salad.

Zhuang wennuan smelled the aroma in the air and knew that this man must not be the first time to cook.

Zhuang wennuan wouldn't let him take the initiative to call. She went to the table and looked at the rich dinner. Her appetite surged.

Joe muzer came out after himself. Zhuang wennuan looked up at him. A simple black T-shirt without task logo was worn on him, which was unspeakable.

"Sit down and eat!" jomuzer opened his chair and sat down first.

Zhuang wennuan nodded and sat down. He picked up the knife and fork laid on the clean silk cloth. Zhuang wennuan cut a small piece of steak entrance and his eyes lit up.

It's delicious. It's better than what she's eaten in the restaurant outside.

Joe muzer's eyes caught her surprised expression, and the corners of his mouth were slightly undetectable.

He hoped that his own dinner would not disappoint her.

Obviously, not.

"It's delicious." Zhuang wennuan praised, "I didn't expect you to cook."

Qiao Muze narrowed his eyes and asked, "what kind of person am I in your eyes?" Zhuang wennuan couldn't help telling the truth. "In my eyes, you are a rich young master born with a golden spoon, heir to a rich family, and there are groups of bodyguards around you. It's difficult for ordinary people like us to enjoy the top life without hands

Close to, unattainable people. "

Joe muzer listened, and a smile flickered at the bottom of his eyes, "am I so mysterious?"

Zhuang wennuan nodded, "yes, I paid attention to you three years ago. I've always wanted to find an opportunity to get close to you, but I haven't found it for three years. I saw you for the first time except at the charity dinner."

After that, Zhuang wennuan felt sorry again. "Sorry, I've always misunderstood you. I think your company caused my parents' death and you're hiding the truth, so... I hate you for the past three years."

Qiao Muze disapproved and picked his eyebrows, "as long as the misunderstanding is removed."

Zhuang wennuan shook his head. "I won't hate you anymore. I'm sorry."

Joe muzer didn't want to hear her say this. He said in a low voice, "don't mention this. The past is over. Have a good dinner! Don't waste my cooking."

Zhuang wennuan smiled and began to eat seriously. Moreover, she was very face saving. She finished the whole plate and didn't even let go of salad fruit.

After eating, Zhuang wennuan is waiting to do something. She wants to wash the dishes.

If she lives here in the future, she must share the housework, otherwise it will be too unfair to him.

Joe muzer gracefully wiped the corners of his mouth and watched her finish eating and still sit here. He asked in a low voice, "go and have a rest!"

Zhuang wennuan shook his head. "I'll wash the dishes."

Qiao Muze couldn't help laughing. "This is my house. You don't need to do the housework." "no, I can. I'm at home and I'll help my grandmother do the housework. I can do it." Zhuang wennuan insisted. After that, she got up and prepared to pick up the plate. Who knows, the plate was so heavy that she couldn't pick it up in one hand. She had to do it twice

Hold it with one hand before you can hold it up.

This plate is so heavy!

"I'll come." Joe Muze got up. Seeing that she was weak, he really didn't want her to do it.

Zhuang wennuan immediately hid the plate aside. Unexpectedly, the plate slipped in her hand and directly slipped out of her hand.

Zhuang wennuan stared and wanted to save it. It was still too late. The very expensive plate broke on the ground impolitely.

Zhuang wennuan breathed and squatted down with his head blank. He wanted to save something and stretched out his hand to meet the largest fragment in front of him.

"Don't touch." behind him, Joe muzer ordered in a low voice.

But her fingers picked up a piece, and the sharp surface slipped her skin when she didn't think about it.

Originally soft skin, immediately red blood beads came out.

"Hiss..." Zhuang wennuan tightened her hand, and her index finger was cut into a bloody mouth.

Joe muzer shook his head reluctantly. Is this woman sure she has done housework? He leaned down and took her hand. "I'll wrap it up for you."

Zhuang wennuan was kind to help, but he didn't want to help. In the end, he hurt himself and broke his plate.

Now, he has to come and bandage her to take up his precious time.

Zhuang wennuan thinks he is an idiot.

Sitting on the sofa, looking at the man squatting in front of her with the medicine box, she whispered, "I'm sorry."

Joe muzer very neatly took out the hemostatic cotton, blocked her injured place, stopped the blood, picked up the gauze, cut a small piece and wrapped it for her.

"Don't touch the housework next time," Joe Muse advised in a low voice. "But I can't live in your house for nothing!" Zhuang wennuan felt sorry.