Sheng Chong's lovely wife: The professor's husband is the president

Chapter 120 His Care (7)

He stared at her so tenderly and affectionately, which made Lan Weiwei a little dizzy. She looked at Tang Ruochen in a daze, and leaned into his arms involuntarily. She didn't think of what to say for a long time.

The two hugged each other for a while, Tang Ruochen realized that he was a little... obsessed with ghosts today, then pushed her away gently, and paused in speaking: "So... I think you will make this meal well."

As soon as the words fell, Lan Weiwei was like a bolt from the blue, it turned out that she was thinking too much again!

Before he could push her away, Lan Weiwei pushed him aside abruptly, and he actually tricked himself into a beauty trick for a meal!
Lan Weiwei said displeased: "I know! Otherwise, why would you spend so much money to invite me to your house!"

Standing in front of her at this moment, Tang Ruochen felt a little... not sure what to do, and the atmosphere just now was a little awkward, Tang Ruochen nodded solemnly: "It's good to know."

After speaking, he got up and went back to the living room.

Leaving Lan Weiwei sulking at the frying pan alone, she already knew that he was not that kind, so how could he praise herself for no reason!It's useless!She actually drilled into his arms!Lan Weiwei, aren't you a love phobia?How come when I see him, I don't even care about my bottom line, even my whole life!
Lan Weiwei chose a simple recipe this time, and followed the steps on the recipe step by step. Although the dishes were cut in various ways, the taste was not so unpalatable. Tang Ruochen sandwiched a piece of parallelogram After taking a sip of the potato chips, Lan Weiwei leaned over with a sense of accomplishment, and asked, "How is it?"

Tang Ruochen didn't dislike her, and also respected the fruits of her labor, and nodded politely: "It's okay."

So Lan Weiwei also took a sip. She took a sip of a cylindrical yam and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, the taste is not bad, anyway, it's better than the restaurant's."

Tang Ruochen said: "From now on, you will be responsible for three meals on weekends."

Lan Weiwei couldn't help raising her eyebrows: "But I still have to go back to Lan's house."

"Then two meals, you cook breakfast and dinner."

Although Lan Weiwei was reluctant, but being dependent on others and being controlled by others, she also knew the current affairs, nodded and said: "Oh."

After being silent for a moment, Tang Ruochen paid special attention to her expression, seeing her sullenly trying to pick up the rice, "Aren't you happy?"

Lan Weiwei chewed hard on the fruits of her labor, and shook her head, ignoring talking to him.

After finishing the meal, Lan Weiwei packed the dishes and just put them into the sink, when someone came over the next second and said two words for the first time: "I'll come."

Lan Weiwei looked at him without saying a word, and stepped aside, "You come."

It is night now, and the dim light is already warm. Tang Ruochen's appearance at this moment is not like the serious lecturer in the past. Even his expressionless cold face looks a little serious at this moment. The shirt, with the sleeves rolled up slightly, is no longer as domineering as before, but a little more friendly than before. So rolling up the sleeves has such an effect?

Lan Weiwei gulped down her saliva, because the picture was too dazzling, she was afraid that if she stayed a little longer, she would have a nosebleed in front of Tang Ruochen, so she found an excuse and went back to the room.

Walking halfway, he suddenly felt that leaving Tang Ruochen alone like this was quite unreasonable, because when he just remembered, that man often left his mother to do housework alone, but he ran to the study to chat on the phone, so when passing by the restaurant, Lan Weiwei softened her heart, and wiped the table again, and mopped the floor again, just like a harmonious and beautiful picture of a husband and wife doing housework together.

(End of this chapter)