Little Runaway Wife:Enter the Wrong President's Room

Ou zhehao looked down at her with both hands around her chest, disdaining the sight mixed with sarcasm: "I found these hairs on the kitchen floor. Don't worry, I've washed them clean, absolutely no problem."

"Lan Xinyue almost cried when she heard this.

She pouted her little mouth, looked at him with a full face of frustration and resentment, and kept poking her fingers: "president, I was joking with you just now, don't be angry."

On hearing this, ou zhehao immediately sneered: "Lan Xinyue, I don't care if you have hair in your steak. Now I want you to eat your hair, you don't want to. You think I'm stupid?! Playing with me on purpose? "

"President, they really dropped their hair in by accident, not on purpose! Besides, a single hair can't affect the taste of my whole steak. My steak is very good. Would you like to try it? " Blue heart Yue pouts a small mouth, continue to encourage him to eat her dark food.

Ou zhehao immediately blackened his face and frowned deeply. He roared: "Lan Xinyue, is your steak delicious? Shouldn't you eat it first and then make a conclusion?"

LAN Xinyue was roared by his Xuanhan voice, and immediately understood what he meant.

She glared at him in displeasure: "so you don't like my steak? You've already said no, and you've made such a big detour! "

"..." Ou zhehao didn't bother to talk to her. He gave a cold hum and didn't argue with her.

He had already seen that she was not the material of a good wife and a good mother. He estimated that her cooking skills were not good, and he didn't hold much hope.

I just didn't expect LAN Xinyue to give him such a big surprise.

"Cut, you don't have a backache when you stand and talk. You always dislike me because I'm not good at cooking. Maybe you're not as good as me." Blue heart Yue Nu small mouth, can't help curling lips.

Seeing ou zhehao's frown, her deep eyes suddenly became dull. She continued to add oil and vinegar and said, "I don't think you can cook at all. It must be that you can't cook. Then you deliberately pick a bone in the egg to strike me at the same time, so as to find your own inner balance."

"A self righteous man like you always thinks that he is the center of the whole universe. All women should know 18 kinds of cooking skills, and then go around you to make you find fault. It's just blind arrogance!"

"In fact, you are deliberately magnifying your male chauvinism, giving people the illusion of superiority, so as to cover up your weaknesses and shortcomings! Admit it, your cooking skills are not as good as mine, but you are used to being superior to others, and you are so picky! "

"..." Lan Xinyue was angry, so she said a lot.

Ou zhehao's handsome and extraordinary forehead is full of blue tendons. His hands are hanging on both sides of his body. He drags them into fists.

He suddenly bent down, straight to her eyes, gnashing his teeth roar: "blue heart Yue, do you dare to say it again?"

"Say, say what again?" Blue heart Yue Zheng Leng of looking at him, a while some reaction don't come over.

She said so much just now. Who knows what he meant?

"You say I'm not as good at cooking as you are?" Ou zhehao's fingers clasped her chin, and her dark eyes were staring at her face, full of arrogance and danger.

"Yes, I said it!" Blue heart Yue nods to admit, in the heart still some don't think.

"If it turns out that I'm better at cooking than you, what are you going to do?" Ou zhehao's eyes narrowed slightly. His face was so gloomy that he didn't dare to annoy him easily. His mood was even more unhappy. He seemed to be covered by a piece of haze.

"What? Are you going to be better at cooking than me? Whatever you do! " Blue heart Yue picks eyebrow to look at him, the mouth without thinking.

She doesn't believe that he is such a noble man. He has a special person to help him with his food and clothing. What else can he cook?

He laughed at her for making the steak black and scorched. I'm afraid it's not as good as his own. He laughed at her!

"That's what you said. You can do whatever I want!" Ou zhehao patted her face, black and deep eyes, across a strange color, hard to emphasize.

Blue heart Yue Leng Leng looking at him, see ou zhehao suddenly turned around, strode toward the kitchen.

This is the first time LAN Xinyue sees ou zhehao cooking.

His every move is skillful, elegant, noble, just like a king, handsome and eye-catching.

LAN Xinyue stood by and was stunned.

She couldn't understand why: Ou zhehao, a man who is high and high in the business world and has wealth all over the world, can cook by himself, and he is in an orderly way.

Of course, she also had to admit that Ou zhehao was really a handsome and perfect man when he was cooking.

If she didn't already have her favorite ou Zhecheng, maybe seeing him like this, she would fall in love with him involuntarily.

Just as she was obsessed with her thoughts, ou zhehao's leisurely voice, magnetic and pleasant voice, sounded: "good looking?"

"..." Lan Xinyue was stunned, and her face turned red.

Ou zhehao slightly didn't look at her three-dimensional face. He glanced at her and asked, "am I good-looking, or is your brother good-looking?"

"Of course, brother Ou is good-looking. Brother Ou is a big star. You're a copper smelling businessman. You can't match him!" LAN Xinyue said without hesitation and looked at him rightfully.

"Yes? I'm a copper smelly businessman? Has your big star brother Ou ever cooked dinner for you in person? " Ou zhehao's eyes can't help deepening. An unhappiness sprang from the bottom of his heart. His rigid and three-dimensional facial features gradually filled with a layer of cold frost. He stared at her with a low and dumb voice.

"..." Lan Xinyue bit her lip and stood there to reflect.

Ou zhehao didn't mention that she didn't care. Looking back carefully, it seems that she didn't care.

It seems that Ou Zhecheng is not very good at cooking. They eat out when they meet. Even at home, they have servants. They don't need to cook by themselves.

It's also for this reason that Lan Xinyue just now believed that Ou zhehao would not cook.

Isn't he brother o? It doesn't make sense that brother Ou won't. He will.

But she really didn't expect that he had such amazing cooking skills.

Seeing that Lan Xinyue didn't speak, ou zhehao knew that he was right.

His deep eyes shot straight at her, fixed on her, low asked: "in this case, what do you like him?"