After being reborn and having his mind read, the cold and arrogant Zhan Ye kneeled down to coax

The man said in a low voice: "Do you know what grandma wants to see?"

"you……"

Click, click, click!

The mobile phone captures it easily.

The surprise in Jiang Wan's eyes was captured on camera.

Zhan Tingxiao loosened his hand and watched Jiang Wan slip out of his arms like a spring.

The sudden failure brought back the melancholy in his heart.

"Zhan Tingxiao, please respect yourself!"

Jiang Wan frowned and warned him.

He nodded and handed over the phone.

In the candid photos, the two of them were very close to each other, which was enough to appease the old man.

But, “There won’t be a next time.”

She pulled the man out of the room.

My thoughts are in a mess, I don’t know if it’s because of today’s series of accidents or because of the heavy head caused by the cold.

She soon fell asleep under the effect of the drug.

"Wanwan, don't blame me..."

In the dream, that sad voice came again.

When she was confused and lost her direction, it grabbed her heart like a ghost.

She woke up suddenly and found that her eyes were wet.

sunset.

The orange light of the sunset shone faintly through the closed glass window and onto the foot of her bed.

She stared at the sunset outside the window in a trance.

Suddenly, the door was gently opened.

A tall and stern figure came in.

Seeing Jiang Wan wake up, Zhan Tingxiao breathed a sigh of relief.

He handed me a thermometer: "Take your temperature again. You were just dreaming and talking nonsense. Don't let it burn you."

"You're the one that's burned out."

[Is this human language? ]

However, she still took the thermometer honestly and tucked it under her armpit.

Zhan Tingxiao saw her staring at the setting sun outside the window again and asked, "Aren't you curious about what you said in your dream?"

"unimportant."

"is it?"

Fu Yanzhou's name appeared again and again in her dreams. Is it really not important?

"Humph! That's right."

Jiang Wan glanced over and saw him leaning back in the chaise longue as if he had a complaint but nowhere to vent it.

The corner of his lips twitched slightly: "Boss Zhan seems to have something to say?"

"No, I dare not!"

"..."

【There is something to say! 】

[But it's definitely not a good thing. ]

Since it wasn't a good thing, she didn't need to ask any further questions.

Jiang Wan took out her cell phone and checked the message she had ignored for a long time.

Zhao Jiahui asked her if she needed to ask a few cleaners to clean the Chinese medicine clinic as it was about to open.

Xi Yuzhu said she missed the food she cooked on the dating show.

Zhou Xueqing was frightened by her motion sickness that day and asked how she was feeling now.

Jiang Wan was embarrassed to say that she had a cold.

Just pick the good answers one by one and reply.

When I put the phone down, a big hand reached out: "Thermometer."

"I can see for myself."

Still have a low fever.

However, after taking medicine and having a good sleep, my mental state has improved a lot.

She had just sweated and her body was sticky, so she wanted to take a shower.

"Mr. Zhan, you have something to do, so go and take care of it."

She stood up, got her change of clothes, and went into the bathroom.

Zhan Tingxiao looked at her and walked out of the room silently.

"How is it, Boss? Is the Second Young Madam feeling better?"

Uncle Li and Chen Fei downstairs saw him coming downstairs and were concerned about Jiang Wan's situation.

Zhan Tingxiao nodded, turned and walked into the kitchen.

He wanted to cook some porridge for Jiang Wan, but when he stood in front of the stove, he suddenly remembered that he had been living a life of luxury for the first half of his life, but he couldn't even cook porridge.

"Boss, what do you want to do?"

Chen Fei was shocked when he saw him take out his phone to search for cooking videos.

"How about I come?"

"No need, you and Uncle Li can see what we can eat tonight."

If that doesn't work, they can order takeout.

But as a patient, Jiang Wan is not suitable for eating takeout.

This is how to do?

"Second Young Master, how about I do it?"

Uncle Li came in and saw that he was frowning and felt embarrassed to just stand there and watch.

However, before he could reach out to intervene, he was pushed aside by Zhan Tingxiao.

"It's just cooking some porridge, is it that difficult?"

He didn't believe it.

But, what does this video teach?

He has a measuring cup for one cup of rice, no problem.

But the right amount of water...what is the right amount?

When Jiang Wan came downstairs after taking a shower, she heard gurgling sounds in the kitchen, which seemed to be the smell of something burning from a sticky pot.

She walked into the kitchen: "Are you making an elixir?"

Boom!

The stainless steel spoon fell to the ground.

Zhan Tingxiao's back of his hand accidentally brushed against the edge of the pot, causing red bubbles to form on his face.

He hid his hands behind his back, frowned and asked, "Are you a ghost? Why are you walking without making any sound?"

"It's really strange. President Zhan is actually learning how to cook?"

Jiang Wan walked to the pot and looked at the millet porridge bubbling, which was obviously sticking to the pot due to too little water, and she laughed.

This was the first time she smiled in front of him since the quarrel.

The pale face has a hint of interesting red, making the whole person look much more energetic.

He snorted and looked away: "Is it that rare? It's just that my time is precious and I don't have the chance to learn."

"Oh? So you are now?"

"I'm free now, so I'm free."

The porridge in the pot is ruined.

Zhan Tingxiao turned off the fire and prepared to take out another pot to wash the rice.

Jiang Wan looked at him from the side and said, "Add more water, at least twice as much as it is now."

"I know."

"When the water boils, stir it to prevent it from sticking to the bottom of the pot."

"I know, I know. Get out."

"Hey!"

[You blush just because of this? ]

[This guy is extremely thin-skinned. ]

Jiang Wan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry and was about to walk out of the kitchen.

Suddenly, her eyes fell on the back of his hand, which he was deliberately dodging, and she was stunned for a moment.

"What's wrong with your hand?"

"fine."

Zhan Tingxiao put down his burned hand and avoided Jiang Wan's sight.

But Jiang Wan still saw it.

"You got burned while cooking porridge?"

"I'm not Fu Yanzhou, I'm not that pretentious." Humph!

Jiang Wan: "..."

"Wait!"

She turned around to get the medicine box and sent him aside to apply medicine.

Zhan Tingxiao: "You won't help me?"

"Who said he wasn't hypocritical just now?"

"..."

[Haha, you are still being stubborn, right? ]

Jiang Wan shook her head and thought: [His left hand was burned, so isn't it just right for him to apply medicine to his left hand with his right hand?]

But on the surface, she was deliberately trying to retort to his arrogant mouth.

Zhan Tingxiao: “…” Damn woman!

She took care of Fu Yanzhou meticulously, yet was so cold-blooded and ruthless to him.

snort!

"Hey! Any news on Shu Fanshu?"

Jiang Wan stirred the porridge in the pot to prevent it from sticking.

While turning his head to look at Zhan Tingxiao.

Zhan Tingxiao applied the medicine without looking up.

He only said, "He and Shu Wenwen returned to China last month. So far, there is no evidence that he has been in contact with Qiao Ruhai. But Su Meixin... was his college classmate."

"Su Meixin likes him?"

"It seems that he was emotionally PUA. However, after Su Meixin was kicked out of the Zhan family by us, he also disappeared."

"Does Shu Wenwen know his whereabouts?"

"We have to ask the production team to find out."

However, although Shu Wenwen looks innocent on the surface, she is actually a deep thinker.

She may not necessarily tell the truth.

unless……

Jiang Wan's gaze quietly fell on Zhan Tingxiao's handsome face.