The young master stopped being a CEO and started learning how to cook

She took out a photo of her watching a concert. Behind her was a female singer, a very famous female singer, who was liked by many people. Naturally, in the European and American circles, people would directly shout and tear each other apart if they were unhappy. It seemed that this singer also had a concert recently. Why did Ji Beixiao know this? It was because this singer was so popular that sometimes it was hard to get a ticket. It seemed that Victor still had some skills, but he couldn't give up so quickly.

There is nothing in the world that money can't do. If there is, it's just that the money is not enough.

Ji Beixiao was feeling melancholy when Xi Yujia came back. Ji Beixiao turned around and looked at Xi Yujia: "How come you got better so quickly?"

"What else? Let's go eat something first." Xi Yujia's words were relatively brief and he informed him in a simple manner.

"Can I kiss you? I kissed you this morning when I saw you." Ji Beixiao said aggrievedly.

"What's going on in your mind all day long? And didn't we kiss you in the afternoon?" Although Xi Yujia said it sternly, she still reached out and pulled his face down and kissed him, just once. Ji Beixiao didn't even react. He saw Xi Yujia picked up his coat and walked out.

When she is busy, Xi Yujia usually eats at the nearest canteen, even though it is not to her taste and is expensive. Ji Beixiao finally understood the saying that smart people cannot be love-brained, because the cost of the choice is self-evident. If you say you will give her a few hundred million, she may not be moved.

But that may not be the case.

Because she was too busy, Xi Yujia completely forgot some things, such as whether a text message Wang Zihan asked her to check was correct, she didn't read it, Zhou Xingyu didn't reply to hundreds of complaints about her, Ji Beixiao would occasionally answer her phone, and she couldn't have time to chat with him for ten minutes at night because she fell asleep. Ji Beixiao didn't understand what she was busy with, other colleagues left work early, but she was still in the office and didn't know what she was thinking about.

Normally, other people get off work before 4 o'clock, and universities abroad don't have as many classes as in China. But Xi Yujia seems to be the one who can't stop. Usually, she leaves as soon as she gets off work, because she says she has a lot of things to check and will leave after confirmation.

In the evening, Ji Beixiao also followed Xi Yujia to attend a small gathering of her colleagues in the hospital. There were a lot of people, and everyone was talking to each other. Some people seemed difficult to approach.

After Ji Beixiao sent people back to the dormitory, he had to walk home by himself, so he could take a taxi. Xi Yujia rarely talked to him, as if he always had many things in his mind. Occasionally, Xi Yujia would talk to him about something, but the two of them always kept a certain distance.

In fact, there are some geniuses abroad who obtained their doctoral degrees in their teens. If Xi Yujia could do it, she wouldn't have to waste time on postgraduate studies. Any of her top papers could help her complete her doctoral thesis.

On Friday morning, Ji Beixiao cooked porridge for Xi Yujia. When Xi Yujia saw it, he was very surprised, but only for a moment. Then he kissed Ji Beixiao and said, "Is this porridge delicious?"

"Try it."

Xi Yujia handed it to Ji Beixiao without saying anything and said, "You carry it first."

Xi Yujia took out the keys and drove the car. Ji Beixiao asked, "Are you going on a business trip again today?"

"Yeah!" Xi Yujia said as he started the car, not caring about Ji Beixiao at all.

Ji Beixiao wanted to say something, but he felt like he was in a cold war with Xi Yujia after a quarrel. Of course, this was just his feeling, and whether Xi Yujia felt the same or not was another matter. When they arrived at the institute, Ji Beixiao followed Xi Yujia. Today, they did not go up to the second floor, but stopped by an office on the first floor. Xi Yujia took out the key and opened the door.

Ji Beixiao followed Xi Yujia into the office. This was a typical researcher's office. Xi Yujia put his bag on the table. The office was very clean and did not look like it had just been cleaned. Xi Yujia sat down at the desk.