Little Runaway Wife:Enter the Wrong President's Room

What does she like about ou Zhecheng?

If before, ou zhehao asked her like this, she would answer him: This is my privacy, I have no obligation to answer you.

But now, hearing ou zhehao's question, she can't help but want to refute him.

So I began to think about the advantages of Ou Zhecheng

"He is very handsome, tall and handsome, a big star... He is gentle to me, he has a lot of money, has a good family background, and comes from a noble family. He..."

"Enough." Ou zhehao impatiently interrupts her, the deep expression has some unpleasantness, on Jun's face has the coldness and hostility that others can't detect, "I didn't let you say his merits."

LAN Xinyue said nothing: "but you ask me what I like about him?"

"Your reason is far fetched." Ou zhehao black eyes deep looking at her, thought-provoking: "he has some advantages, I have."

“……”

Blue heart Yue a Zheng, instant dumb.

It seems that the advantages she just mentioned are not just those of Ou Zhecheng.

Ou Zhecheng is rich and handsome. How can ou zhehao not be?

"Then why didn't you fall in love with me?" Ou zhehao's deep eyes suddenly became dark, his handsome face was stiff, and he asked indifferently and deeply.

Blue heart Yue face a stiff, brain a moment some blank, by ou zhehao's question asked some stunned.

Why didn't she fall in love with him?

If ou Zhecheng has all those advantages, why doesn't she love him?

"He has some advantages you don't have." Blue heart Yue biting lips, desperately want to way.

"Say?" Ou zhehao spits out a word coldly.

LAN Xinyue's eyes shrank, her head lowered and she did not dare to look at him: "for example, my experience with him, his care and care for me, and the pleasure he brought me..."

In her past, ou zhehao did not participate. Of course, he could not understand her feelings with Ou Zhecheng.

"..." Ou zhehao's eyes became deep, and the bottom of his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog that people couldn't find out. His whole mind was a little restless.

It turns out that she was together in the past. Maybe he did not participate in her past, but it does not represent her future, so he is not qualified to participate.

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Compared with LAN Xinyue's "Ping Ping" in the kitchen for one and a half hours, ou zhehao's delicious food came out in less than 20 minutes.

In the restaurant, under the dim yellow light, blue Xinyue's eyes shuttled back and forth in the plates placed in front of him and Ou zhehao.

It is the so-called no contrast, no harm, she did not feel before.

But with the contrast, she immediately found that her cooking skills were inferior to those of Ou zhehao.

The dishes made by ou zhehao are exquisite and unique, no matter in color or in style, as if they were made by the world's top cuisine masters.

And the dishes you cook

Absolutely can not only use the word "tragic" to describe, but very, very... Very tragic, ugly... Shocking.

During the whole meal, LAN Xinyue bit his chopsticks and did not stop looking at the man's every move.

She really didn't see that this man had this skill.

Did he ever steal a teacher from New Oriental cooking school? Otherwise, how can you know how to cook?

Looking at Ou zhehao's expensive food, the smell of food came from time to time in the air. LAN Xinyue swallowed his saliva subconsciously, feeling that the food he made should be delicious.

She didn't have a chance to get together and asked with a smile: "president, are you good at it?"

Ou zhehao looked at her greedy cat, handed her a look that still used to say, and then gracefully sandwiched a piece of bacon which was very delicious under the moistening of Pleurotus eryngii, slowly put it into her mouth and chewed it.

LAN Xinyue looks at him eating with relish. She is so greedy that she is about to drool. She can't help proposing:

"President, do you think we'll have a swap?"

"What do you mean?" Ou zhe Hao lightly swept her one eye, the Mou color is deep.

"How about you let me try your dish, and then I'll try some of my steak for you?" Blue heart Yue eyes Baba at him, a bright smile.

Ou zhehao's black eyes glared at her, crooked her lips viciously, and hummed coldly: "I just said that I was self righteous and arrogant. The food I cooked must be super bad, not as good as what you cooked?! In that case, I won't poison you. Just eat the delicious food you made yourself, and don't covet mine. I'm afraid you'll suffer from indigestion if you eat my hard to swallow food. "

Blue heart Yue quickly patted chest assurance, ruthlessly stressed: "it doesn't matter, even if indigestion, I will not blame you. I don't mind. I really don't mind at all! "

"Sorry, I do mind!" Ou zhehao's face was cold, and her black eyes slanted with the taste of impoliteness.

"..." after hearing this, LAN Xinyue was really depressed. She pursed her red lips and looked at him pitifully: "president, you really remember what they just said to you."

"I'm sorry, I always like to be superior to others. I'm very picky. I just like to pick bones in eggs." Ou zhehao glances at her coolly, and her tone is mixed with haze.

"Who said that? Who dares to say that to you without eyes? " LAN Xinyue immediately pretended to be a fool and had the cheek to please him: "if you want me to say, President, you are a perfect man, not a God. You are not only a handsome man, but also a god of food. You are the most perfect God of men in women's mind."

Ou zhehao had already understood her careful thinking. She glanced at her eyes which could not distinguish the color. He said slowly: "I suddenly found that this dinner is a little too much today. I can't eat it all by myself."

"Yes, there are six dishes. How can you finish them by yourself?" Blue heart Yue excited quickly took his words, eyes are blooming with light, excited to say: "it's better for me to do Xi ǎ O m book, help you to share some, boss? As the chief executive, if you eat too much indigestion, our group will collapse. So let me do this difficult and painful job for you? Hee hee

Say, blue heart Yue can't wait to go to clip dish.

"Pa!"

Before she caught the chopsticks, ou zhehao knocked them off.

"No eating!"

Ou zhehao's deep eyes were fixed on her. There was something meaningful in his eyes. His low-alcohol voice was light and calm, and he spoke calmly: "I once swore that I would only cook for my wife or fiancee!"