The domineering president goes on a blind date

"If you can't stand me having a wife to deliver meals to me, then go find yourself a wife." Li Anhe put the thermos box aside.

An Xiangbei: I was kind enough to help you get food, but ended up being fed a mouthful of dog food.

"I'm almost tired of your dog food, let's talk about something serious." The face that was still teasing in the last second suddenly entered working mode.

Li Anhe has returned to his previous image of aloof elite.

"It's the last time you dealt with the Ke family. Do you remember?" An Xiangbei's voice was clear and powerful, word by word, rolling like a boulder.

Li Anhe nodded.

"Tell me, about what happened last time, could it be that Ke Xingze really holds a grudge against the Li family?"

"Although I don't get along with Ke Xingze, I still know him. I did cause some losses to Ke's company at that time, but afterwards, I made up for it. Ke's company didn't suffer any losses, so they probably won't bear a grudge. There have been many such cases before, and there's nothing special about it, right?"

"Yes, I think so too. But why didn't Ji Nianluo talk to me today? I even looked at where she was standing. Even if she was busy, she should have waved!"

"Didn't Ji Nianluo talk to you?" Li Anhe wondered.

Although he and Ke Xingze would quarrel whenever they met, they would never go without saying hello. Jinianluo also knew them in college, so there was no barrier between them when they met.

"Didn't my sister-in-law come to deliver food? She told me that she came with Ji Nianluo. I looked back and only saw the hem of her skirt. Ji Nianluo didn't even show her face. Moreover, a few days ago, I asked Ji Nianluo about the publishing house. Ji Nianluo was very generous and told me. In the end, she said that she hoped to compete with our Li Corporation."

"Are you sure that you and Wanwan are here to commemorate Luo?" Li Anhe raised his eyebrows.

"My sister-in-law said that it was the editor-in-chief of Beicheng Publishing House. If it wasn't Ji Nianluo, who else could it be?"

"Neither Ke Xingze nor his wife are petty people, how could they ignore you?"

"I can't figure it out either." An Xiangbei's face was replaced with a gossipy expression.

He reached out to take the thermal box on the table, but Li Anhe slapped it away.

An Xiangbei rolled his eyes.

"Go to work."

"Lunch break."

"Then go to sleep."

"mean."

An Xiangbei walked away cursing.

Li Anhe leaned back in his chair, looking at the ceiling. Since taking over the Li Group, he has been very sensitive to anything unusual.

Looks like I need to check to commemorate Luo and Ke Xingze.

Li Anhe opened the insulated box and the skin on his face relaxed. The broccoli was crisp and refreshing, the spareribs were sweet and sour, and the rice was white and tempting.

With a click, Tong Nuanwan opened the door of the room.

After several years of living a life of luxury, Song Yunnai had long forgotten how to cook this meal?

"Wanwan, thank you, otherwise I don't know what to do." Song Yunnai's eyes looked around, collecting evidence that they were not in love.

"It's okay. Come to my house whenever you want to cook."

Song Yunnai wanted to take the meal with him to explain, but the hotel didn't have a stove, so Tong Nuanwan called Song Yunnai to her home.

"Your house is so clean." An Xiangbei likes car models, but there is not even one in the living room.

"We have our own things. He cleans his room and I clean mine. The living room is shared, so I usually clean it."

"Then you're at a disadvantage."

"The house is his, and I don't have to pay rent to live here, which is a great bargain."

Soon this advantage will no longer be available.

When Tong Nuanwan turned around, Song Yunnai's eyes flashed dangerously.

Song Yunnai asked Tong Nuanwan to make a bowl of shrimp porridge. Tong Nuanwan thought that she would eat it in the evening, so she planned to make more.

"Yun Nai, do you want to do it yourself or should I do it?"

"You do it, I'm not very good at it."

"Okay, I'll keep it a secret." Tong Nuanwan blinked mischievously.

"You have to tell everyone, including your husband."

"Don't worry, God knows, the earth knows, you know, and I know."

Tong Nuanwan quickly turned on the fire, fried the shrimp heads until fragrant, then added water and rice. The aroma of the shrimp porridge soon wafted out.

She put the shrimp porridge into the thermal box and handed it to Song Yunnai.

"Thank you." Song Yunnai's face was full of the expression of "you stupid woman".