Mr Lu,You are my taste!

As soon as Zhao Jian raises her eyes, she bumps into Ji Rufeng's hot and deep eyes. She is stunned, "what's the matter?"

"Spell it?" Ji Rufeng, with her eyes bent, walks towards them, looks at the small European style garden buildings on the low table, and touches Zhao Xu's head.

Zhao Xu looked up at him and blinked.

Ji Rufeng smiles, "I made it for you."

Zhao Jian is puzzled, "what to do?"

"Secret

"Secret

Two men, one big and the other small, spoke in unison, but Zhao Jian was speechless.

"Don't want to tell me, I don't want to know yet."

With a sniff, she got up and went to the bathroom.

Behind the two men gently slap, very tacit understanding.

The dinner is especially rich. Ji Rufeng empties the refrigerator at home. Yu Heng and Zhao Xu just eat it. No one has time to talk. Ji Rufeng talks to Zhao Jian, and the dinner time is over. Nothing embarrassing has happened to Zhao Jian.

When she was about to go to bed, Zhao Jian brushed her circle of friends and saw a message from Yu Heng, which said: how important it is to have a husband who can cook. I've been bribed by delicious food. No one should save me!

#Babao tofu, chicken with saliva, fish flavored eggplant, braised fish, etc

They ate ten dishes at a table this evening.

Zhao Jian frowned. Yu Heng was bribed by Ji Rufeng with delicious food?

Why?

As the question flashed through her mind, Zhao Jian thought of what happened at noon. For a moment, she didn't know whether to laugh or to be speechless, or to be moved.

A few days later, the designer's decoration drawings were sent over. Zhao Jian and the people from London studied it carefully and found that the scheme was feasible, so they decided.

That day, Ya Mei and Lin Mei, who had disappeared for many days, finally came back. Lin Mei put a pile of information in front of Zhao Jian. "Miss, I'm here. I've verified everything myself. I don't think it's wrong."

Zhao Jian nodded, "it's hard."

"You're welcome, miss."

With that, Linmei drinks tea. She thinks that Zhao Jian's tea making skills are getting better and better recently.

Yami was a little ashamed, "Miss, the car accident is an accident, it's definitely not man-made, anything else Nothing. "

"Are you sure?"

"Sure."

Yamei was very determined, and Zhao simply frowned and stopped talking.

At dinner that day, Zhao Jian mentioned Wang song. Although Jiang Xuerou looked normal, she was still very nervous.

A person will not be nervous for no reason, either guilty or afraid.

After a long silence, Zhao Jian's eyebrows became tighter and tighter. "No, there must be something we don't know."

Ya Mei carefully combed the matter again and shook her head again. "Jiang Xuerou and Wang song have nothing to do with everything we have investigated at present."

Wang song, the backpacker, revealed photos of Zhao Jian and Jiang Xuerou.

"Have you seen these?" Zhao Jian pointed to the information on the table.

Ya Mei nodded. "I've seen it, and I haven't found any clues."

Zhao Jian began to look through Jiang Xuerou's materials, one by one, life experience, money and accounts, everything is very normal.

It seems that the only relationship between Jiang Xuerou and Wang song is that Wang song used to be a student of Mrs. Jiang, but Zhao Jian thinks it must be more than that.

If not, there is no need for Jiang Xuerou to be nervous.

After thinking about it for a whole afternoon, Zhao Jian didn't understand the problem, so she had to press her eyebrows and say, "look for someone to stare at. Jiang Xuerou and Wang Song's parents are looking for someone to stare at. Paper can't hold fire."