President, madam calls you for divorce

Looking at the rows of chefs in the room, Shen Muyan blinked, but Wen Feixing nodded in satisfaction, "Things are done well."

Fan Chen immediately beamed, "Mr. Wen, according to your instructions, chefs from all major cuisines are here. Today's work has also been postponed until night."

Wen Feixing nodded again, but Shen Muyan looked at him with disdain, "What are you doing? Do you want to learn how to cook?"

Wen Feixing nodded very seriously, but thinking about what An Yuanyuan liked to eat, the expression on his face changed again.

The little woman said that her preferences had changed, and she didn't know if it was true or not, but seeing her appearance last night, Wen Feixing was a little uncertain, and stood there stunned for a moment.

The president's face darkened, and Fan Chen's heart rose, "Mr. Wen, what cuisine do you want to study first?"

"Still studying?"

Shen Muyan was intimidated by Fan Chen's flattering skills. He was obviously just learning how to cook, and he couldn't bear to watch his words be so unpredictable.

Shen Muyan put oil on the soles of his feet and ran away. Wen Feixing frowned and thought for a long time, then watched Fan Chen and said slowly, "Now go to Madam and see what she likes."

Fan Chen's whole body is like a statue, isn't it difficult for him to go like this?

At least he gave an excuse, but seeing Wen Feixing's increasingly gloomy face, Fan Chen nodded immediately, and the wind under his feet quickly disappeared.

As soon as he went out, Fan Chen's face collapsed. This matter was too difficult, but it happened to be his own boss's decision, and he couldn't tolerate the slightest rejection.

Standing at the door, I took two deep breaths and adjusted my mood. I went to the supermarket at the first stop and chose some high-quality ingredients.

Then he quickly came to the door of An Yuanyu's house. Although it was a little reckless to do so, there was nothing he could do. This was the boss's order, so he had social bullying syndrome, and he dared to rush ahead no matter what.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, and the door was opened soon.

Looking at Aunt Wang, Fan Chen smiled slightly.

"Hi, I'm here to see Miss An."

Aunt Wang looked back at An Yuanyuan who was sitting on the sofa, and welcomed him in with a smile.

This noise undoubtedly alarmed An Yuanyuan. When she turned around, she saw Fan Chen's smiling face and the big and small bundles in her hands.

She frowned and thought for a while, this person looked familiar, he seemed to be by Wen Feixing's side, what was his name?

Seeing An Yuanyao frowning, Fan Chen quickly handed the things to Aunt Wang, changed into a pair of slippers familiarly, and came to An Yuanyao's side in a few steps.

This set of movements was so smooth that it was impossible to tell that it was his first time here. An Yuanyu was startled by his movements and was speechless, and it took him a while to find his voice.

"you……"

"Hi, Ma'am, I'm Fan Chen, assistant to Mr. Wen."

An Yuanyuan supported his forehead with his hands, "What are you doing here with so many things?"

"Madam, Mr. Wen was afraid that it would be inconvenient for you to live here, so he specially sent me to take a look. You don't have to worry, I have everything here. And it won't affect you. "

Fan Chen smiled and hurriedly helped Aunt Wang transport the things to the kitchen. Looking at the ingredients in the bag, An Yuanyuan endured it, and finally didn't say anything harsh, but just got up and leaned against the kitchen in silence.

"This thing has also been delivered, so you go back and tell him that there is no need to send these over."

"Ma'am, what are you talking about? It's Mr. Wen's intention to send these here, and besides the elderly and children here, it's too unsafe. Let me help you find out if there is any danger." .”

As he said that, Fan Chen dived into the kitchen, looking at the water pipes and the electric circuit, checking every place carefully, not only that, but also helping Aunt Wang with the housework.

Seeing his movements, Aunt Wang's eyelids twitched. This is too clean and neat. Those who didn't know thought it was just here to steal their jobs.

Aunt Wang was a little embarrassed and stopped Fan Chen, but Fan Chen knew each other very well, chatting happily with Aunt Wang one by one.

An Yuanyuan looked at the scene in front of him, not knowing how to feel, turned around and called Wen Feixing.

Taking advantage of An Yuanyao's inattention, Fan Chen continued to chat with Aunt Wang about some of An Yuanyao's hobbies. Seeing that his task was completed so neatly, Fan Chen was very proud of himself and worked harder with his hands.

An Yuanyuan made a few calls over there, but Wen Feixing didn't answer them. She turned her head to look at Fan Chen who was still busy at home, and sighed leisurely.

"The things have been delivered, and you have been busy for a long time. Go back quickly after drinking some tea. Isn't the company busy?"

Looking at An Yuanyao, Fan Chen hurried forward, "Ma'am, you called the president just now, right? The president has been very busy recently."

"He is very busy, don't you have to go back to the company to help?"

Fan Chen smiled a few times, twisted the rag on his hand neatly, unfolded it and hung it on a shelf beside him, and then said slowly, "No matter how busy Mr. Wen is, he still misses you, and he is afraid that there is any danger on your side. So let me take care of the matter here, he said that everything about the company belongs to him."

"Is the Wen you're talking about always Wen Feixing? Why does it seem that I don't know the same person?"

"How could it be madam?"

Fan Chen came to An Yuanyu's side and said firmly, "In fact, Mr. Wen cares about you very much."

While talking, Fan Chen had a look of sadness on his face.

"You don't know how the president has lived these years."

Fan Chen sat there looking at An Yuanyuan, like an old friend who hadn't seen him for many years, and went to chat naturally.

The inside and outside words reveal how sad Wen Feixing has been without peace these years, so he devoted himself to work, and even completely desperate, which brought the Wen family to the level it is today.

Listening to Fan Chen's words, An Yuanyuan thought it was a bit exaggerated, besides, she never thought that Wen Feixing would be such a person.

Even if he would be sad for someone, that person is not himself, but Fan Chen spoke seriously, and An Yuanyuan listened very attentively, slowly remembering what Wen Feixing said in her ear last night, his emotions turned, and his eyes A little more tenderness.

Seeing An Yuanyuan's emotional changes, Fan Chen secretly rejoiced.

Now that An Yuanyuan's mind had changed, he decided to add fuel to the fire.

Sitting there, Fan Chen still had the same attitude of chatting.

But what he said was all to Wen Feixing secretly, saying that Wen Feixing hadn't had a stable meal in these years, and that Wen Feixing was always thinking about safety, especially the soup she made.

An Yuanyuan was a little distracted listening to Fan Chen's words. She had made soup for Wen Feixing once.

But at that time, he didn't seem to have any special performance. Hearing such words now, An Yuanyuan didn't know if he should find it funny, but it was obvious that she didn't want to go further on this topic, so she wanted to talk about it.

But Fan Chen seemed to have recognized it, and said it over and over again.

What's more, Wen Feixing hasn't had a good rest for several days in order to vent his anger for An Tiao, and he hasn't been able to eat or sleep well these days, and he doesn't know if his stomach will attack.

An Yuanyuan didn't know when Wen Feixing had a stomach problem, so she asked subconsciously.

"Madam, since you care so much about Mr. Wen, why don't you make him a bowl of soup, which is worse than anything else."