The boss of a wealthy family is too clingy, and the beautiful secretary wants to quit

"I'm going to help Lao Li." An Yunxin made an excuse to leave, leaving the two of them alone.

She gently stroked An Qian's little feet, "Qian Qian has had her milk, just coax her to sleep."

Put on your bag and get ready to leave.

An Ran gently waved An Qian's hand and taught her: "Say goodbye to grandma~"

An Qian opened her little mouth and made an unclear babbling sound, which was very cute.

An Yunxin smiled brightly and gently pinched her pink cheeks: "You have to listen to your mother~"

After saying that, he closed the door and left.

After An Ran coaxed An Qian to sleep, an enticing smell of fried food suddenly wafted through the air, arousing the appetite in her stomach.

She put An Qian down and walked straight to the kitchen.

Standing at the kitchen door, she saw a tall man wearing a shirt and straight suit pants, but with a cute cartoon apron on his neck. He looked serious yet a little funny.

An Ran suppressed her smile and stared at his back.

His movements were skillful and he looked like a chef.

She was a little surprised. She originally thought that Jiang Huainian's cooking level should be similar to hers, such as cooking some simple noodles. She didn't expect that he could actually make such a difficult cooking method as frying pork ribs.

Jiang Huainian took out the golden fried pork ribs and turned around to pour the hot oil into the sewer.

"You can't pour it in!" An Ran was so scared that she quickly stopped him, her voice rising a few degrees.

Jiang Huaian paused, stopped what he was doing, turned around and looked at An Ran in confusion.

An Ran walked quickly to his side, pointed at the sewer and said, "Pouring hot oil into the sewer will clog it, and it will be troublesome if it splashes and burns you."

Jiang Huaian smiled awkwardly, "I almost got into trouble."

An Ran pointed to a large bowl of oil and said, "Pour it here. This bowl is used to hold used oil. You can use it for cooking or frying later."

Jiang Huaian nodded and poured the hot oil into a large bowl.

The air was filled with fragrance. An Ran swallowed her saliva and asked, "What dish are you going to make?"

"Sweet and sour spare ribs." Jiang Huainian picked up a piece of fried spare ribs, blew on it, and fed it to her mouth, "Try it."

An Ran didn't have time to think and took a bite impatiently. It was fried to a crispy outside and tender inside, with an excellent taste.

She nodded repeatedly and praised it highly: "It's delicious."

She raised her head, stared at Jiang Huai Nian, and complained, "You are so hidden, why didn't you do it for me before?"

Jiang Huaian put down his chopsticks, took a tissue and gently wiped the oil stains from the corners of her mouth, his eyes full of doting, and whispered: "I learned it later."

An Ran finally reacted and stared at Jiang Huainian without blinking. He didn't like sweet food, he learned this for her, and a sweet feeling welled up in her heart.

Their eyes met, An Ran's heart beat violently, and she quickly turned around.

Suddenly, my waist felt tight.

Jiang Huainian hugged her from behind, his chest against her back and his lips beside her ear.

An Ran couldn't help but shudder.

Jiang Huai asked in a young voice: "Are you hungry?"

An Ran whispered back: "Hungry..."

Realizing that they were being too intimate, she struggled to move away, but Jiang Huainian's lips gently caressed her earlobe.

Anran's ears and heart were itchy.

Her body was a little stiff, her breathing started to become rapid, and she felt like she was about to lose control, and she resisted the urge to throw herself into his heart.

"Cook quickly, I'm hungry."

Jiang Huai smiled young, rubbed his chin on her shoulder, and then let her go.

"Wait a little longer, we'll be able to eat soon."

An Ran pursed her lips, said "Oh", and quickly left the kitchen.

She walked to the balcony and took a deep breath of fresh air, the cool breeze caressing her cheeks.

She closed her eyes and tried to calm her inner turmoil.

After she calmed down a little, she went back to the bedroom and started drawing.

When she came out again, Jiang Huainian had already brought dishes to the table: sweet and sour pork ribs, cola chicken wings, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and fried broccoli, each of which was her favorite.

Looking at the table full of delicious food, Anran couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

She took the rice from Jiang Huainian's hand and inadvertently glanced at his arms with his shirt sleeves rolled up. The lines of his arms were well-proportioned and strong, exuding a strong masculine charm.

An Ran couldn't help but secretly praise that her figure was still so good.

Why am I so greedy for his body? It’s all because of that damn ovulation period!

"An An, help me untie my apron." Jiang Huainian's gentle voice interrupted her thoughts.

An Ran came to her senses, walked behind him, untied the apron, and took it off him.

During this process, her fingers accidentally touched his waist, and the familiar feeling made her heart beat faster.

She quickly withdrew her hand, not daring to look into his eyes again.

Jiang Huaian turned around.

"What's wrong? Do you have a fever?" he asked softly, reaching out to touch her cheek.

An Ran quickly avoided his hand and shook her head in panic, "Nothing, maybe a little hot."

She said, turning around and sitting down at the dining table.

Jiang Huaian fanned her with his hand and said, "Try it and see if it tastes good."

An Ran nodded softly, picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and took a bite. It tasted delicious. If she hadn't seen him make it with her own eyes, she would have thought it was from a restaurant.

Jiang Huaian looked at her expectantly.

"It's delicious, really delicious." An Ran nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Huainian sat opposite her, watching her eat with gusto, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He reached out and gently touched An Ran's head, "If you like it, eat more."

Then he picked up a chicken wing and put it in Anran’s bowl.

An Ran put down her bowl and chopsticks and licked the sauce at the corner of her mouth. In Jiang Huainian's eyes, this was simply a naked seduction. She took a few deep breaths and barely suppressed her desire.

An Ran said, "You don't like these, let me cook you a bowl of wontons."

Jiang Huai'an's Adam's apple slid, and he cleared his throat a few times, "No, I like to eat now, too."

He scooped a spoonful of scrambled eggs with tomatoes into the bowl, lowered his head and quickly ate the rice.

An Ran was stunned for a moment. His table manners were always very good. Even if he was very hungry, he would chew slowly.

In the past, he hardly ever touched sweets, but now he was willing to change his preferences for her.

It made Anran feel sweet and touched.

After they finished their meal, An Ran stood up to clean up the dishes, but Jiang Huainian stopped her and told her to go and rest while he would do it.

An Ran frowned slightly and asked, "Can you really do this?"

Jiang Huaian raised his eyebrows and said, "Trust me, no problem."

An Ran did not insist and returned to her room to continue completing today's drawing.

Not long after, Anran stretched, put down her paintbrush, and prepared to get up and stretch her muscles.

At this time, she found Jiang Huainian sitting in front of the crib, looking at the baby in the crib with tender eyes and a happy smile on his lips.

An Ran walked over to him and looked down at her daughter in the crib.

"Shall we go to the airport to pick up Jiajia tomorrow?"

Jiang Huainian raised his head, frowned slightly, and said reluctantly: "She has hands and feet, why does she need to take it?"

An Ran glared at him, and Jiang Huainian immediately changed his words, "Answer it, answer it."