Can You Love Me?

Xin Ai smiled at Jian Zechuan: You're awake, are you hungry? Go wash up first, and you'll be able to eat soon.

At this moment, Xin Ai saw the gentle truth in Jian Zechuan's eyes.

This was the most beautiful moment that Jian Zechuan had seen in front of Xin Ai since he met her. Unfortunately, it was too short. She quickly turned around and continued busy cooking.

Jian Zechuan woke up, and Xin Ai was not worried that An Xin would disturb him, so he moved faster.

After frying the tomatoes and eggs, Jian Zechuan was still lying down. Xin Ai asked, Why aren't you moving? Come on, the food is ready!

Xin Ai washed her hands, walked over, and reached out for Jian Zechuan: Uncle is so old, why are you still staying in bed? Get up.

Jian Zechuan gently pulled Xin Ai down and fell into his arms.

The smell on Xin Ai's body was not pleasant, the smell of oil smoke was very strong, but Jian Zechuan suddenly no longer disliked the smell.

He hugged Xin Ai, opened his mouth and gently bit the tender flesh on her cheek.

Xin Ai twisted around and said with a smile: Third Master, be good, go and wash up. Aren't you hungry?

Jian Zechuan still refused to let her go.

Like coaxing a child, Xin Ai said soft words for a while before coaxing Jian Zechuan to wash up.

When he came out, she had already laid out the food.

We missed breakfast, so we just had it together at night and at noon. Come on, let's drink some pork rib soup first. Today's stew was good. Xin Ai served a bowl of pork rib soup to Jian Zechuan.

Jian Zechuan sat down and ordered dishes all over the table. They were all the food on ordinary people's tables. There were no fancy plating or carvings. It was an extremely simple meal.

Xin Ai took a spoon and put it in the bowl in front of Jian Zechuan: Try it.

Jian Zechuan took a sip without showing any expression. He picked up a piece of spareribs with chopsticks, took a bite, and frowned, Why isn't it braised?

The pork ribs stewed in soup was fragrant and not greasy. It contained yam and corn, but the meat didn't have any salty taste, and Jian Zechuan didn't like it.

Xin Ai resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Some of them would be good to eat, but she still picked them. She said in a good voice: Can I do it next time?

Jian Zechuan finished the pork ribs soup, leaving only the pork ribs, and she said, In the evening.

Xin Ai nodded repeatedly: Okay, is there anything else you want to eat?

Jian Zechuan mentioned several dishes in one breath, and Xin Ai nodded in agreement, but felt very proud in her heart. Well, she has learned how to order.

Now seeing the speed at which Jian Zechuan was eating, Xin Ai couldn't help but sigh that her original decision was really a very wise one. As expected, it is really important to capture a man's stomach.

Did you hear what Jian Zechuan said? At night, people come over at night.

Xin Ai couldn't help but feel a little proud.

Halfway through eating, Jian Zechuan's phone rang.

He didn't move, so Xin Ai had no choice but to put down her chopsticks and go get the phone and bring it to him: Uncle, your phone number.

Jian Zechuan was trying hard to pick up a round chestnut in the Chestnut Roast Chicken, but he tried several times, but every time he just picked it up, it fell back.

Jian Zechuan scanned the number on his mobile phone. It was his home number, so he ignored it.

Xin Ai took a look at the number and didn't mark who it was. She asked, Aren't you going to answer?

Jian Zechuan took it with his left hand, Hey...

Zechuan, I heard that you came back last night? Why didn't you go home? Mrs. Jian's soft voice came.

The chopsticks in Jian Zechuan's hand did not stop, and he was still trying to pick up the round chestnut. He said calmly: It was already very late when I came back last night, and I will wake you up when I go back.

You kid, no matter how noisy or not, we are all a family. Why do you care about this? Where are you now, at the company? It's time to have lunch soon. Mom asked them to cook you some of your favorite dishes. vegetable……

No, I have something else to do.

We are busy with things in the company. Be obedient and come back for a meal. You will definitely not be able to eat well or rest well in these days abroad...

Xin Ai rolled his eyes twice, and a bad smile flashed on his face. He picked up the chopsticks and easily picked up the chestnuts that Jian Zechuan had been struggling with for a while, then brought them to his mouth and winked.

Jian Zechuan's lips curled up and he opened his mouth.

When he took it into his mouth, Xin Ai deliberately asked with a sullen face: Uncle, is it delicious?

Jian Zechuan glared at her, and Mrs. Jian's voice on the phone suddenly stopped.

After a while, Mrs. Jian asked: Zechuan... where are you now?

Jian Zechuan answered honestly: I am eating,

But he didn’t say where to eat.

Mrs. Jian took a deep breath: You, you are with her.

Jian Zechuan put down his chopsticks, reached out and pinched Xin Ai's face, Yeah.

You asked me to say something good about you. You went to her place just after you came back. Are you really fascinated by that little goblin? Mrs. Jian's angry voice changed a little.

Xin Ai was in a good mood, and she felt a little relieved when she thought that Jian Zechuan's father might also be angry on the other end of the phone.

Alas, she is seeking death again.

Mrs. Jian was extremely angry, but Jian Zechuan remained very calm. He tapped the back of Xin Ai's hand with his chopsticks, and then pointed at the broccoli.

Xin Ai was stunned for a moment. Was this... asking her to feed him?

The corners of her mouth twitched, feeling as if she had shot herself.

Xin Ai tried his best to smile and brought the dish designated by Jian Zechuan to his mouth.

Mom, you don't have to speak so loudly, your throat should hurt.

Mrs. Jian said angrily: Come back right now.

Tomorrow, I don't have time today.

Mrs. Jian gritted her teeth angrily: I don't care what else you have to do, you must come back this afternoon. If you don't come back, I...I won't eat.

I had time to fool around with that little goblin, but I didn't even have time to come back.

Where had her calm and self-controlled son gone?

Jian Zechuan did not continue talking to Mrs. Jian and said, Okay, I understand.

Putting down the phone, Jian Zechuan pinched Xin Ai's cheek again: Bad girl.

Xin Ai shivered, these three words made her scalp tingle.

She smiled and followed up to pick up some food for Jian Zechuan: Third Master, eat some food...

This phone call did not affect Jian Zechuan's mood for eating, but it was a different scene at the Jian family.

Mrs. Jian was so angry that her son hung up the phone.

What kind of magical power does that little goblin have that can actually confuse my good son like this?

Mrs. Jian naturally would not blame her own son, and directed all her anger towards Xin Ai.

She regrets it now. If she had known it earlier, she should have taken care of that little girl at the birthday banquet.

Jian Wanjun frowned. He agreed with what his wife said. Xin Ai seemed to be very capable, and he actually bewitched his son like that.

After going abroad for a few days, when I came back, I went to find that woman without even returning home.

Earlier, Jian Wanjun's worries were even deeper now.

He is not afraid of his son fooling around with women, but he should not be overly influenced by women.