After wearing it for five years, he was favored by the boss

Chapter 282
Zhao Chumian walked back to the room slowly and slammed the door.

She quickly changed her clothes and walked out refreshed.

The kitchen isn't ready yet.

She picked up the tablet and sat on the sofa. She didn't go to the company today and handled business online.

Suddenly, she heard the doorbell ring.

She put down the tablet and saw a man in a suit with his back turned through the peephole.

who?

Pretending to be mysterious?

Lu Jin is at home, aren't you afraid?

She opened the door and Sheng Xifang turned around.

Uh……

She thought of the face in the dream.

The door slammed shut again.

Nightmare.

Must be a nightmare.

Sheng Xifang: "..."

She doesn't want to see him like this?

Open the door and close it when you see him?

He rang the bell again.

Zhao Chumian stared at the closed door, what to press?
Have you ever been shut down?
"Who?" Lu Jin walked over quickly and opened the door.

"Don't..." Open the door.

Before Zhao Chumian finished speaking, the door opened.

Sheng Xifang picked up the scroll and was about to hand it in when he saw Lu Jin.

Lu Jin hooked the corner of his mouth and opened the door completely, "Mianmian, do you think Mr. Sheng has a dog's nose? As soon as the food is ready, the smell comes..."

Zhao Chumian looked at the things in his hand, "You want to give me this painting?"

The dignified president of Shanda was actually compared to a dog, and he was so cold and indifferent, so powerful.

Sheng Xifang handed it to her, "It should be yours."

Grandpa said that it was returned to the Zhao family.

He glanced at this painting, and it was priceless.

"This painting is left for you to stop some people from talking nonsense." Zhao Chumian said lightly, "Take it back."

Since grandpa stayed.

She was too embarrassed to ask for it again.

"Are you still angry?" Sheng Xifang looked down at her, "You don't have to take what grandma says to heart. She is old, so she is inevitably a little confused."

"Are you apologizing for your grandma?" She chuckled, "I am a person who likes and hates very clearly, it's not your fault, I don't need your apology..."

"Our Mianmian is too tolerant..." Lu Jin looked at her tenderly, "It's a pity that my little pig didn't eat at noon, he must be starving..."

He suddenly smiled, "Mr. Sheng, if you don't mind, come in and try my handicraft?"

Sheng Xifang whispered, "Okay."

Lu Jin: "..."

He's more than welcome.

He actually agreed.

Next time he won't be mean again.

Zhao Chumian looked at the two of them, did anyone regard her as the owner of this house?
She didn't invite...

One of you invites and the other is invited.

You're not welcome at all!

Sheng Xifang walked in and put down the scroll in his hand.

They really live together, one cooks, and the other sleeps until the afternoon. They are very affectionate.

No wonder...

I don't have any attachment to him anymore.

Zhao Chumian and Sheng Xifang sat face to face at the dining table, she propped her chin and tilted her head to stare at him.

If the baby is a son, he looks like Sheng Xifang.

Handsome is very handsome, but this bone...

fickle person.

I really want to see the photos of Sheng Xifang when she was a child.

Those written in the novels are like a miniature version of the president carved out of a mold.

When he was a child, he should have been a cute and cute little dumpling, right?

I don't know what it feels like to pinch his face?
Grandma's small dumplings should be soft and cute when pinched, especially comfortable.

Sheng Xifang was stared at by her, and his whole body seemed to be on fire.

Don't like him anymore, why look at him with that kind of eyes that want to stare at him?
Suddenly, her hand stretched out.

Pinch his face.

Sheng Xifang was startled, her hands were so soft...

Zhao Chumian was a little disappointed, the flesh on his face was not soft at all when pinched, it was even tight.

"What are you doing?" Lu Jin came out with a dish and stared at Zhao Chumian's hand, "En?"

(End of this chapter)