She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

When Cheng Songzhou opened the door and came out again, Shen Weicang's eyes lit up instantly.

As an internationally famous model, his dressing style often sets a trend.

When he put on this suit, the hotel suite instantly turned into a catwalk.

The suit jacket was casually draped over his shoulders, with only the silver chain vest worn underneath.

Several silver chains dangled from his chest and abdominal muscles, swaying on his skin as he walked, while his lower body was wearing abstinent trousers and leather shoes.

Shen Weicang did not hide her love for him. She stood up from the sofa and rushed into his arms. Cheng Songzhou raised his arms and hugged her tightly.

"Cang Cang," he said with a bright smile on his face, his eyes and eyebrows full of pride, "Am I much more handsome than Lu Cheng in this outfit?"

Shen Weicang raised her hand and pinched his chest muscles. His skin was delicate and fair, and his muscles were firm and elastic. She said softly, "Song Zhou, we are dating alone, so don't mention a third person."

Cheng Songzhou nodded repeatedly, his face full of happiness: "Cang Cang, the clothes you bought are so suitable for me."

Just now Cang Cang said that he would give it to Lu Cheng. He must have been trying to scare him on purpose. This dress is most suitable for him.

Cang Cang is so naughty and cute.

Shen Weicang picked up a silver chain with her fingers and then let it go. She looked up at Cheng Songzhou with tenderness in her eyes: "Songzhou, I bought you a gift. How are you going to thank me?"

Cheng Songzhou's heart skipped a beat, and he lowered his head dizzily to kiss her: "I have nothing to repay you with, I can only..."

He kissed Shen Weicang gently at the corner of his eye, raised his arm, and the coat fell to the ground.

"I can only think of a way to provide some emotional value to Cang Cang and make him happy."

As he spoke, he tensed his muscles to present the most perfect state. The contrast between the silver chain and the fair skin was very seductive.

Shen Weicang stretched out his hands and hugged his strong waist, touched the silver chain hanging on his back, and pulled it with evil intentions.

"Song Zhou, guess what I want to do now?"

She tilted her head and looked up at him with her little face, her eyebrows curved and her eyes full of affection, encouraging him to speak out.

Cheng Songzhou's face slowly turned red. He had clearly grown up in a very open environment, but at this moment he was completely unable to utter those words.

He stammered, "Cang Cang, I..."

Shen Weicang laughed out loud and suddenly let go of his hand: "Song Zhou, I just want to have a meal with you, is it so hard to say it?"

"......Have a meal?"

Cheng Songzhou stared at her blankly, and Shen Weicang then noticed that a strand of hair had stood up on his golden hair, making him look silly.

She dragged his arm towards the dining room in the suite: "I'm hungry, Song Zhou, I haven't eaten yet, please cook for me."

Hearing his beloved say miserably that she was hungry, Cheng Songzhou's passion cooled instantly, and he said distressedly: "Cang Cang, why did you come out to see me without eating?"

Shen Weicang followed his lies and said, "I was afraid that you were getting tired of waiting. You were just blaming me for making you wait for so long. How could I dare to let the young master of Rokol wait for me for so long?"

Cheng Songzhou explained eagerly, his words were a little slurred: "Cang Cang, I wasn't blaming you just now. Even if you asked me to wait until the next day, I would..."

Shen Weicang pushed him into the kitchen: "Song Zhou, I just had someone deliver the ingredients, come and help me cook."

Since Cheng Songzhou moved into this hotel suite, he has never entered the kitchen.

He noticed something was wrong: "Cang Cang, when did you buy these things?"

Shen Weicang stood outside the kitchen with his arms folded and his head slightly raised: "Around five in the afternoon."

After saying that, she even asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Songzhou was pleasantly surprised to see that there was still wine on the table, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Nothing, Cang Cang, you also bought some red wine."

Cang Cang had prepared all these at around five in the afternoon. He must have been preparing for a date with me a long time ago.

Cheng Songzhou thought of the man just now and became more and more dissatisfied with him. If it weren't for him, how could his date with Cang Cang be delayed.

Just as he picked up the kitchen utensils to prepare the steak, Shen Weicang called him: "Song Zhou, put on your apron first."

He could take a bath by putting oil on his body, but if the vest got dirty, how would she proceed?

Cheng Songzhou obediently turned around, picked up the apron and put it on. He tied the rope around his waist, and his back muscles looked even more muscular against the silver chain and rope.

Shen Weicang was satisfied, turned around and sat at the dining table waiting for dinner.

After a while, Cheng Songzhou brought the steak over and said a little embarrassedly:

"Cang Cang, I haven't cooked much either. Please just eat something tonight. I will definitely study hard in the future."

Shen Weicang took a bite and still felt a little disgusted: "Songzhou, I bought steak just to eat the meal you cooked, but... "

She glanced at the somewhat embarrassed man and sighed slightly:

"Forget it. After all, you didn't have to cook for yourself before. It's good enough to be like this. It's just a little worse than Lu Cheng. He can cook whatever I want."

Shen Weicang was not lying. She and Lu Cheng lived abroad for a few years.

At that time, both of them had their own studies. Although the Lu family arranged someone to take care of their food and daily life, during the rare rest time, Lu Cheng always loved to find ways to make her happy, and he specially learned cooking for this purpose.

Cheng Songzhou was already a little nervous, worried that Cang Cang would dislike him. When he heard her praising Lu Cheng, he felt even more upset. He stood by the table, pinching the edge of the table with his fingers, and said aggrievedly:

"I can learn it too, Cang Cang. I'm no worse than him."

Seeing that he was about to cry, Shen Weicang stood up with a distressed expression: "Song Zhou, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Songzhou pursed his lips, and tears really fell:

"Cang Cang, I am smarter than Lu Cheng, and I am better looking than him. Don't just think about whether he is good or not. I can learn what he can do, and I can do better than him."

Shen Weicang felt a little helpless. He reached out and picked up the handkerchief from the table and handed it over: "Song Zhou, I just thought of it and said it casually. Why are you crying? If you don't like to hear it, then I won't say it."

Cheng Songzhou was also wearing a black apron, which was stretched a little tight by his chest muscles, revealing the tight muscles on his collarbone and shoulders, and his arms were also very strong.

Shen Weicang found it funny to see a man wiping his tears with a handkerchief.

"Okay," she walked behind Cheng Songzhou and helped him untie his apron, "If you keep crying and your eyes aren't pretty, I won't like you anymore."

Cheng Songzhou quickly stopped crying: "I won't cry anymore, Cangcang, please don't dislike me."

He took off the apron, and Shen Weicang pulled him to sit at the table. He had just criticized him a few times, but now he praised him generously:

"Song Zhou, you are actually quite talented at cooking, and the taste is pretty good too."

The more she said this, the more Cheng Songzhou felt that she was comforting himself.

He secretly blamed himself and had no appetite, so he ate a little listlessly.

Shen Weicang poured the red wine into the glass and handed him a glass.

I teased this silly fish a little too much just now, and it seems like the blow was quite serious. It is still listless now.

"Song Zhou, don't be upset. I'm apologizing to you," she clinked her cup with his, "I'll drink a glass as punishment, okay?"

As she said this, she pretended to drink it all in one gulp, but Cheng Songzhou stopped her: "Cangcang, don't drink like this. This wine has a strong aftereffect. You will feel uncomfortable if you drink too much."

Shen Weicang smiled slyly: "How can I not drink the wine of apology? How insincere. Then Song Zhou, help me drink it."

Cheng Songzhou has a good alcohol tolerance. At the end of the drink, his cheeks were only slightly red, and he was still sober.

Shen Weicang pushed him into the bathroom, and he went to the bathroom in the bedroom to wash up.

Cheng Songzhou was a little nervous. He washed himself from head to toe three times before wrapping himself in a bath towel and going out.

As soon as I opened the bathroom door, Shen Weicang came over and said, "Song Zhou, why are you so slow? I thought you fainted in there. I was scared to death."