A Different Husband Every Day

With Rong Fan's urgent call, even though Liang Xuzhou knew that Rong Fan's nervousness could only be because of Xia Ran, whom he hated less and less, and knew that this woman must have made something wrong again, he still had to listen. At Fan's words, he went through four red lights in a row, and finally brought Dr. Xu to the Rong family's mansion within eight minutes.

Isn't it just a fever? The chairman made it look like he killed someone. Ai Leng also became more and more disgusted with this woman who tried her best to torment his boss, and muttered standing outside.

Be careful what you say. If the chairman hears it, you can wait to go home and eat yourself. Liang Xuzhou gave him a warning look, and then stretched out his little finger, Mrs. Rong only needs to break a little nail. That is a heartbreak for our chairman.

You said that the chairman is so kind to her. Is she really mentally ill, and that's why she tortured our chairman all day long? Hearing Liang Xuzhou's words, Ai Leng became even more angry.

Liang Xuzhou didn't answer, but remained silent for a long time before opening his mouth: This is the chairman's housework. We are outsiders and don't know what's inside, so it's not easy to speak. You must never say anything in front of the chairman in the future. The wife is not good.

I see. Allen murmured dissatisfied.

And Rong Fan in the room walked to the balcony at this time, and said to Liang Xuzhou below: I won't go to the company today, there is a meeting and you ask the third child to take my place, and if there is something urgent, please email me.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Liang Xuzhou to respond, he turned and went back.

Liang Xuzhou pushed his glasses: I knew it would be like this, let's go.

Rong Fan in the room, after carefully listening to Dr. Xu's instructions, looked at Xia Ran who was hanging from the water, sitting next to her. Although it was only two months, he seemed to have never been with her like this in two lifetimes. As if she was alone, she reached out and stroked her pale face, which had subsided from fever.

After watching her silently for a while, Rong Fan went downstairs and headed straight for the kitchen.

Sir, what do you want, give me an order, and I'll do it. Seeing Rong Fan coming, the kitchen chef hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

Just prepare some ingredients for me. Rong Fan said as he unbuttoned the cuffs of his white shirt, rolled up the sleeves, exposing his strong arms, and after ordering the chef to wash the ingredients, he cut them with his own hands. The cut is slow and not very regular or even, but it's still not bad and barely catches the eye.

Thinking that she was always cooking in the past, while he watched, she would tell him from time to time what to add to this dish to make it more delicious, what to add to that dish to make the color more vivid, and what sequence of steps would affect the taste? Taste, he has never cooked in his life, even before he met Xia Ran, he didn't know what many dishes were called.

Xia Ran, Miss Jiao, who was born in a wealthy family and grew up with a golden key in her mouth, would take him to the messy vegetable market to buy vegetables, and bargain with the vegetable seller for a few cents. She couldn't bear to buy a bunch of vegetables that she didn't need, and her hands that could play the most moving music would reach into the pool to pick the fish by herself. It's not that her family has no servants, but when she cooks, she doesn't even give the servants the chance to help, because she said that the handling of the dishes also affects the taste of the dishes.