Uncle, your squeamish bag is crying and needs to be posted

Sitting alone on the sofa for a long time, she brushed her hair and exhaled, not thinking about those things, she had to maintain a good mood.

Looking at the time, it was already past six o'clock in the afternoon, and Mr. Si hadn't come back yet, neither Aunt Wen nor Geng Huan, so he didn't know what he was up to.

Yan Rongrong stood up, put on her slippers and went into the kitchen.

Aunt Wen always buys vegetables for a day. There is still a piece of lettuce, a carrot, and some bottles and cans in the refrigerator. Yan Rongrong can't cook the things in it. She took them out to read the instructions. Sauce, she had a bad appetite for this food some time ago, and Aunt Wen put it on the table for her to eat.

Yan Rongrong put it back again, and she didn't touch the unfamiliar ingredients. She took out the lettuce and carrot, and found the fungus from the cabinet, and soaked them in cold water.

Take out a bag of chicken wings from another shelf of the refrigerator and make yourself garlic chicken wings.

Cleaning, marinating, and Yan Rongrong are very proficient in cooking. I used to cook for Xiaoyu at home. Yan Yu likes the chicken wings made by Yan Rongrong very much. Every time I want to eat it, I will lose my temper and skip eating. Lock yourself in your room and cry.

Lin Xin will compromise every time, let Yan Jianghe buy it back, and throw it to Yan Rongrong to do it.

The ingredients were all ready, Yan Rongrong hesitated for a while, thinking that since she was cooking by herself today, she might as well not eat rice at all, and she would bake a pancake by herself.

On the negotiating table, the boss of the other company was still scribbling. Assistant Zheng saw Si Boheng looking at his watch frequently, and was also anxious. Seeing that the president was getting impatient, how could this company still be scribbling?

he said with a smile.

"I'm sorry Mr. Du, it's not too early now, our president came here in person this time, which is enough to show our sincerity. If you are still not satisfied with the price, we really..."

As soon as he said this, the boss of the other party said with a smile.

"We also came here with great sincerity, but the current market price of this land is there. You said that we really have no way to give it up."

After Mr. Du finished speaking, Si Boheng stood up immediately.

"It seems that you don't want to sell it to our Si's Group. Maybe you have contacted other groups. Then you can weigh it yourself. I have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

After Si Boheng finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Mr. Du and the high-level executives from their company who came this time were all stunned. Seeing that Si Boheng had really left, Mr. Du quickly stood up. Now that the negotiation is over, why is President Si still in a hurry?

"This...why is President Si still angry?"

Assistant Zheng saw that their reaction was quite strong, and he felt confident, so he quickly stood up and apologized.

"Hey, Mr. Du, don't worry, we still have a lot of work to do in the back of the company. In a group as big as the company, we have to be in charge of everything. So today we can sit here and chat with you for so long, really. It’s showing our greatest sincerity!”

Mr. Du secretly exchanged eye contact with several senior executives of his side, and sighed.

"Well then, Assistant Zheng, we are also sincere. Since the boss is busy today, let's make an appointment to talk about it another day."

Assistant Zheng stood up, smiled and shook hands with them.

"Okay, let's make an appointment then."

President Du's expression froze for a moment, and he shook hands with Assistant Zheng, and then they left separately.

After leaving the office building, Fang Cheng asked.

"Haven't settled yet? I think the president left in a hurry just now."

Assistant Zheng sneered.

"Those old foxes don't scatter hawks when they don't see rabbits, but this time we have a bottom line, and we can't run away from that piece of land."

The two of them arrived at the parking lot when Assistant Zheng looked at Fang Cheng and asked.

"Why didn't you go with the president?"

Fang Cheng sat in the co-pilot, fastened his seat belt, and said.

"The president is going home to accompany his sweetheart. I'm going to wait for the bonus to be deducted."

As soon as Assistant Zheng inserted the key into the keyhole, he took another look at her.

"Return the bonus?"

"Sure, is there only an increase and no deduction? I don't want to try the bonus by myself."

Si Boheng drove a low-key black Bentley back home by himself.

When he entered the community, the moon was already in the sky, he stopped the car, opened the door and came out.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the light shining from the window of his own house. The feeling was wonderful, warm and down-to-earth. In this dark night, a light was turned on for him, and that sense of belonging was something he had never felt before. passed.

Standing downstairs and looking up for a long time, he didn't twist his neck until he felt soreness in his neck and walked upstairs.

He clicked the combination lock to open the door and came in, but he didn't see Yan Rongrong running out happily, the house was very warm, dispelling the chill he brought back from outside.

There was a smell of pancakes in the air. He changed into his slippers and walked straight to the kitchen.

Standing at the dining table, he saw a thin girl wearing a light-colored home dress with an apron around her waist, and was seriously waving a spatula.

She flipped the pancakes, and when they were golden on both sides, she felt that they were cooked, so she shoveled them out and turned around to roll out another pancake.

But he saw Si Boheng standing there at a glance.

Surprise immediately flooded Yan Rongrong's eyes.

"Mr. Si, are you back?"

Si Boheng walked towards Yan Rongrong, he looked her from head to toe, including the pair of little rabbit slippers she was wearing.

"You... what are you looking at?"

Yan Rongrong was a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, and when she looked back, the electric baking pan was smoking, and she didn't care about talking to Si Boheng, so she quickly brushed some oil, quickly rolled out another cake and put it on the table. go up.

When she was about to turn around, her waist tightened, Si Boheng hugged her from behind, his chest pressed against his back, carrying the scorching body temperature of his body, his lips touched the fluffy earlobes, in her arms whispered in his ear.

"Bao'er, you look so good in an apron."

"what?"

Yan Rongrong wanted to turn around, but he gently kissed her ear, Yan Rongrong wanted to hide it itchyly, but he couldn't.

"Bao'er, don't call me Mr. Si, okay?"

Yan Rongrong stood there stiffly, her breathing was a little unsteady, why didn't she realize that Mr. Si was so flirtatious before?I was so teased that I couldn't hold it anymore, what if I couldn't help but throw him down?

"Si...what's that called?"

Si Boheng chuckled lightly, rubbing his cheeks.

"Brother? Didn't you call me brother that day?"

Yan Rongrong wanted to cough in embarrassment, her head drooped uncontrollably, isn't it good to call me brother?Age is not a big deal, but it's weird for couples to call me brother.

She pursed her lips quietly and asked tentatively.

"How about I call you Ah Heng?"

Si Boheng seemed dissatisfied, his breathing became heavier, as if he was unhappy.

"That's Bo Heng?"

There was still no sound behind him, obviously he still didn't like it, Yan Rongrong felt a little helpless.

"Then what do you call it? I'm afraid to call you brother... others will misunderstand our relationship,"

Si Boheng seemed to like to deliberately tease her, and asked with his chin resting on her shoulder.

"Then what's the relationship between us?"