This wealthy family is too rich for me

Zhong Xueer hurried to catch up: "Zhenzhen, where are you going?"

"None of your business."

Zhong Xueer froze, seeing the strangeness in the eyes of the students passing by, she immediately felt a little helpless, glanced at Jiang Zhenzhen's back, and chased after her cheekily.

"Zhenzhen, don't be angry, you can't blame me for this, it's Liu Lili's fault."

Jiang Zhenzhen walked faster and faster, but the other party was also chasing her closely, she stopped abruptly: "Don't follow me, don't you understand people's words?"

Zhong Xueer's eyes were red with grievance: "Don't say that about me."

"Don't want to listen?" Jiang Zhenzhen was furious, seeing her upset: "Then get out of here."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Zhong Xueer didn't catch up again, she lowered her head and clenched her fists.

Jiang Zhenzhen didn't go to class in the afternoon either, so she went directly to the bar, where she hung out all afternoon and drank a lot of wine.

She was a little drunk, and she didn't know how many hours had passed, until the phone rang, and she took it out to see that it was her mother's phone.

The bell kept ringing.

In the end, she didn't pick it up either, and put it directly on the counter: "Give me another glass of wine."

Before the wine came, a hand was put on his shoulder suddenly, and then a warm body leaned over.

Jiang Zhenzhen turned her head and saw only a head of yellow hair and big yellow teeth: "Beauty."

The man opened his mouth, and a mixture of alcohol and smoke came to his face, almost making her vomit.

"Who are you?" She directly pulled that hand down.

The man bared his yellow teeth: "Is the beauty alone? How lonely, I will accompany you."

Jiang Zhenzhen's misty eyes were full of drunkenness, she raised her hand and slapped her!

The man was unprepared, he was hit straight, and became angry from embarrassment: "Smelly woman, you don't know good from bad."

She raised her hand and was about to hit back, so scared that Jiang Zhenzhen closed her eyes.

But the pain she imagined didn't come down, she opened her eyes, and saw a figure that was a bit thin but broad for the first time.

"This is my girlfriend." With a wave of Xiao Yaning's hand, the drunken little Huang Mao, who had no strength after being drunk, was thrown aside.

Huang Mao lay on the table and didn't get up for a long time. When the alcohol slowed down and stood up, he found that the person in front of him had disappeared.

"What about people?"

Naturally, no one answered, so he spit, turned and left.

Xiao Yaning helped Jiang Zhenzhen to leave the bar. The two came to the side of the road and were about to stop the car when they suddenly felt a pair of gentle hands on their faces.

"I'm your girlfriend?" The girl's delicate voice rang in her ears.

Xiao Yaning's face slowly turned red, and he faltered to explain: "I didn't say that on purpose, it's just that I don't have the status to help you get ahead..."

Jiang Zhenzhen looked at him without speaking.

Holding the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms, Xiao Yaning thought in a daze, as if what he said was indeed easy to cause misunderstanding.

She won't be angry, will she?
Thinking of this, he panicked and hurriedly explained: "I'm not trying to take advantage of you, don't get me wrong..."

A finger was suddenly attached to his lips, and the voice stopped abruptly.

Jiang Zhenzhen squinted her eyes, a look of boredom flashed in her eyes, and said lazily: "I know you didn't mean it, you did it on purpose."

Xiao Yaning wanted to explain, but the fingers on his lips made him dare not move at all.

"You're so cute." Jiang Zhenzhen smiled sweetly and leaned into his arms.

Under the night light, Xiao Yaning's handsome face was flushed, and his eyes were full of embarrassment: "Well, it's getting late, I'll take you home."

Jiang Zhenzhen raised her head to look at him, and kissed him suddenly, just touching the water, but this kiss made Xiao Yaning freeze her body, and she didn't move for a long time.

"Take me home." Jiang Zhenzhen whispered.

Xiao Yaning reacted in a hurry and stopped the car. He didn't leave, but sent her to the door of the house. After watching her enter the house, he smirked and got into the taxi.

……

As soon as Jiang Moyao entered the room, he saw a pair of men's leather shoes on the ground, and was taken aback for a moment.

"Sir is back."

As soon as she looked up, she saw the housekeeper drifting over at some unknown time: "Why are you walking silently?"

The butler drifted away silently.

Jiang Moyao felt a little helpless, and turned into the living room, only to hear the sound of ping-ping-pong-pong coming from the kitchen.

Wouldn't this be dismantling the kitchen?
She walked over, the kitchen door was not closed tightly, and there was still a crack.

She leaned over the gap to look, and saw He Shengchen was holding a book, looking down seriously.

"You are this?"

He Shengchen froze slightly, and turned around slowly: "You are back."

"En." Jiang Moyao walked in, only then did he see what he was holding in his hand.

A complete collection of home cooking recipes.

Perhaps because he noticed her gaze, He Shengchen closed the book and smiled helplessly: "I'm not very good at cooking, so I have to learn now."

"How do you cook yourself?" Jiang Moyao thought about it carefully, and today is not an important day: "Could it be that there is some happy event in the company?"

He Shengchen shook his head, his eyes slightly curved: "Congratulations to you."

"Celebrate what?"

"Congratulations that you won the game." He Shengchen turned around and changed the fire to a small fire: "Congratulations that you also gained a good friend."

"How do you know?" Jiang Moyao was a little surprised, could it be that this person has put eyeliner on?

He Shengchen picked up the kitchen knife and cut vegetables clumsily, with a serious attitude as if he was studying some important national affairs: "You can understand that I have internal support."

His answer was similar to Jiang Moyao's guess, and she couldn't help laughing: "Isn't it just an internal response? As for being so proud?"

He Shengchen paused: "Is there?"

"Yes!" Jiang Moyao was sure it wasn't her own illusion, this man actually had a childish side.

He Shengchen thought for a while, then turned his head and smiled at her: "If Madam says yes, let's do it."

Jiang Moyao pursed her lips and smiled, then suddenly sniffed: "What... is it mushy?"

"My soup." He Shengchen hurried to the side of the pot, reached out to grab it, and was scalded by the steaming hot pot cover.

Jiang Moyao quickly grabbed his hand to flush cold water, while turning off the fire, scolded him: "Be careful, how could anyone grab it with their hands?"

He Shengchen just let her hold his hand and wash it in cold water.

Jiang Moyao froze for a moment when she raised her head: "Are you still laughing?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, He Shengchen paused, and the smile deepened: "You care about me so much, of course I laughed."

Jiang Moyao was teased, a little embarrassed, and a little bit dumbfounded: "Okay, you go out, I will do the next one."

"No." He Shengchen doesn't like to give up halfway: "I said I want to make delicious food for you, how can I let you do it?"

"But your hand..."

"It's okay." He didn't care about this slight pain at all: "It doesn't hurt, you go out and wait until I make you something delicious."

Jiang Moyao was worried, always thinking that he would tear down the kitchen.

He Shengchen approached her: "If you don't leave, then I will kiss you."

Jiang Moyao bit her lip, and retreated hastily.

"Do you want to stay?" He Shengchen asked knowingly, his eyes fixed on her small face, like a red apple.

"Not staying anymore." Jiang Moyao pursed her lips, took two deep breaths, felt the temperature on her face drop a lot, and said, "Then be careful, don't burn your hands."

"Listen to Madam."

Jiang Moyao blushed again, turned around and left.

When she came to the living room, she sat on the sofa, grabbed a pillow and put it in her arms.

He Shengchen actually cooked for her...

Her hands subconsciously grabbed the pillow, and at this moment, the voice of the housekeeper sounded beside her.

"This is the second time Mr. Cooking."

"What about the first time?" Jiang Moyao couldn't help thinking wildly, could it be the first time for that Bai Yueguang?
"It's still madam." The housekeeper didn't whet her appetite, and said directly: "It's the first time for sir to make ginger soup for madam."

Jiang Moyao felt a little ashamed, guessed wrong...

But her heart suddenly jumped for joy. So, He Shengchen didn't cook for that Bai Yueguang?
"Hasn't he cooked for others?" She couldn't help asking.

The butler shook his head with certainty: "Absolutely not."

Jiang Moyao lowered her eyes slightly, a sweetness suddenly appeared in her heart.

Soon the ping-pong-pong sound in the kitchen ceased.

"Nothing will happen, right?" Jiang Moyao was a little worried when she thought of someone grabbing the lid of the pot with bare hands just now.

Butler Fu shook his head: "It's okay."

He has great confidence in his husband. Although he can't cook, his husband is omnipotent!

Just as he was thinking, he saw the kitchen door open.

He Shengchen stood at the door: "The dishes are ready, we are ready to eat."

Seeing him standing there for some reason, Jiang Moyao breathed a sigh of relief, and went to serve the dishes with Butler Fu.

The appearance of the dishes is not bad, it looks very appetizing, and the taste smells very good.

"The craftsmanship is not bad." She sniffed and boasted.

He Shengchen raised his eyebrows, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "Really?"

"At least it looks good." Jiang Moyao clapped his hands, took a spoonful of the fish soup first.

After the entrance, there is a pause.

He Shengchen looked at her: "How is it?"

He has done too many things in this life, and he has always been able to handle them with ease, and nothing is difficult for him.

But this time I finally realized what it means to be nervous.

Jiang Moyao swallowed, pursed her lips: "Not bad."

He Shengchen narrowed his eyes: "Really?"

"Ah."

He Shengchen reached for the spoon, wanting to try it too.

"I like this very much, don't grab it from me." But Jiang Moyao immediately took the fish soup away.

He Shengchen frowned, and stretched out his hand: "Give me a taste."

"This is mine." Jiang Moyao refused to give it to him, and hid behind her with the fish soup in her arms: "There are so many dishes, you can eat whatever you want, just don't grab it from me."

She refused to let him taste it, and He Shengchen wanted to taste it more: "Give it to me."

Jiang Moyao pursed her lips and shook her head.

He simply chased after him, Jiang Moyao turned around and left, but he couldn't run fast with the fish soup in his arms, and his cloth was too big, so he was still caught by him in the end.

Jiang Moyao tried to make a final struggle: "Don't try it..."

He Shengchen's response was to directly bring it over and put it on the table, scooped a spoonful into his mouth, and immediately squinted his eyes.