Chapter 1284: 1284
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"All right, then you'll take good care of your injury. I'll go out first and call me if I have something to do. I've lived here these two days. You've suddenly died in the province." Cheng Qian stood up gracefully and stroked his sleeve, "Oh, by the way, your agent can't get through to you. Now he's looking for you all over the world."
"So?"
Sheng Jinshu frowned.
"Congratulations, Shanda. You're hot again."
Cheng Qian said slowly, walked out of the room briskly, and took the door with a gentleman.
The next second, sure enough.
There was a loud bang behind the door and a low mantra, "fuck!"
Cheng Qian stood up and raised his eyebrows. "Gee, you have such a quick temper. No wonder people want your life. It's hard to do --"
He shook his head and walked downstairs. Suddenly, he stepped, "huh?"
Where's the smell?
Follow the taste all the way to find the past, and finally found the kitchen. Cheng Qian leaned against the door and looked at the hot woman cooking egg fried rice. Her blond curly hair was tied behind her head, revealing a delicate and perfect side face. The skin is white to almost transparent without any defects. Perfect is not like a real person, but more like an angel in CG animation.
"It will taste better if you smash the eggs and sprinkle them in."
He put his hands around his chest and leaned against the door, smiling at the suggestion.
Su Yan was stunned. When she saw him, she immediately showed an embarrassed expression. She was at a loss and said, "sorry, I'm too hungry and don't know the address here, so I saw leftovers in the rice cooker, so..."
"It doesn't matter."
Cheng Qian shrugged and was surprised that this hot and flirtatious woman had unexpected innocence.
It's just a matter of deliberation whether it's true or false.
He crossed his lips, opened the refrigerator door, turned his head and asked, "do you want something else? Only this half bowl of fried rice should not fill your stomach? Would you like some steak?"
He took the beef out of the box from the refrigerator, turned back to the flow table, pulled out a cutting board specially for meat processing, and his voice was gentle.
"No, I'll just eat a little."
She bent her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I should have asked you. I'm so sorry for taking the liberty to move the food in the house..."
"It's really all right."
Cheng Qian was funny. He pulled out a knife. "Even if you burn the kitchen, trust me, the owner of this house won't blame you. And --" he turned his head with one hand on the chopping board. "I'm not the owner of this house. Like you, I'm looking for food. So we keep it a secret, huh?"
Anyone with a clear eye can see that Cheng Qian is very familiar with the house and knows it like he is in his own home.
Where are the spices, knives and dishes. You don't have to look at it at all. You can get what you want as soon as you take it.
Su Yan smiled shyly. She carefully filled out egg fried rice. When she passed Cheng Qian, she said softly, "thank you. In fact, you are really a very gentle person."
tender?
Cheng Qian smiled, "this word is fresh."
He is really rarely praised as gentle, and most people are more keen to call him: the devil——
The thin blade cuts through the beef. The hand holding the knife is slender and clean, with distinct joints.
Cooking looks like an artist making art.
The whole body is full of romantic and elegant temperament.
Su Yan turned back to the living room and always felt something wrong.
She wakes up the sleeping 04 and asks in her mind: [44, why do I think the smell of the man in the kitchen is very familiar?]
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"All right, then you'll take good care of your injury. I'll go out first and call me if I have something to do. I've lived here these two days. You've suddenly died in the province." Cheng Qian stood up gracefully and stroked his sleeve, "Oh, by the way, your agent can't get through to you. Now he's looking for you all over the world."
"So?"
Sheng Jinshu frowned.
"Congratulations, Shanda. You're hot again."
Cheng Qian said slowly, walked out of the room briskly, and took the door with a gentleman.
The next second, sure enough.
There was a loud bang behind the door and a low mantra, "fuck!"
Cheng Qian stood up and raised his eyebrows. "Gee, you have such a quick temper. No wonder people want your life. It's hard to do --"
He shook his head and walked downstairs. Suddenly, he stepped, "huh?"
Where's the smell?
Follow the taste all the way to find the past, and finally found the kitchen. Cheng Qian leaned against the door and looked at the hot woman cooking egg fried rice. Her blond curly hair was tied behind her head, revealing a delicate and perfect side face. The skin is white to almost transparent without any defects. Perfect is not like a real person, but more like an angel in CG animation.
"It will taste better if you smash the eggs and sprinkle them in."
He put his hands around his chest and leaned against the door, smiling at the suggestion.
Su Yan was stunned. When she saw him, she immediately showed an embarrassed expression. She was at a loss and said, "sorry, I'm too hungry and don't know the address here, so I saw leftovers in the rice cooker, so..."
"It doesn't matter."
Cheng Qian shrugged and was surprised that this hot and flirtatious woman had unexpected innocence.
It's just a matter of deliberation whether it's true or false.
He crossed his lips, opened the refrigerator door, turned his head and asked, "do you want something else? Only this half bowl of fried rice should not fill your stomach? Would you like some steak?"
He took the beef out of the box from the refrigerator, turned back to the flow table, pulled out a cutting board specially for meat processing, and his voice was gentle.
"No, I'll just eat a little."
She bent her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I should have asked you. I'm so sorry for taking the liberty to move the food in the house..."
"It's really all right."
Cheng Qian was funny. He pulled out a knife. "Even if you burn the kitchen, trust me, the owner of this house won't blame you. And --" he turned his head with one hand on the chopping board. "I'm not the owner of this house. Like you, I'm looking for food. So we keep it a secret, huh?"
Anyone with a clear eye can see that Cheng Qian is very familiar with the house and knows it like he is in his own home.
Where are the spices, knives and dishes. You don't have to look at it at all. You can get what you want as soon as you take it.
Su Yan smiled shyly. She carefully filled out egg fried rice. When she passed Cheng Qian, she said softly, "thank you. In fact, you are really a very gentle person."
tender?
Cheng Qian smiled, "this word is fresh."
He is really rarely praised as gentle, and most people are more keen to call him: the devil——
The thin blade cuts through the beef. The hand holding the knife is slender and clean, with distinct joints.
Cooking looks like an artist making art.
The whole body is full of romantic and elegant temperament.
Su Yan turned back to the living room and always felt something wrong.
She wakes up the sleeping 04 and asks in her mind: [44, why do I think the smell of the man in the kitchen is very familiar?]
"All right, then you'll take good care of your injury. I'll go out first and call me if I have something to do. I've lived here these two days. You've suddenly died in the province." Cheng Qian stood up gracefully and stroked his sleeve, "Oh, by the way, your agent can't get through to you. Now he's looking for you all over the world.""So?"Sheng Jinshu frowned."Congratulations, Shanda. You're hot again."Cheng Qian said slowly, walked out of the room briskly, and took the door with a gentleman.The next second, sure enough.There was a loud bang behind the door and a low mantra, "fuck!"Cheng Qian stood up and raised his eyebrows. "Gee, you have such a quick temper. No wonder people want your life. It's hard to do --"He shook his head and walked downstairs. Suddenly, he stepped, "huh?"Where's the smell?Follow the taste all the way to find the past, and finally found the kitchen. Cheng Qian leaned against the door and looked at the hot woman cooking egg fried rice. Her blond curly hair was tied behind her head, revealing a delicate and perfect side face. The skin is white to almost transparent without any defects. Perfect is not like a real person, but more like an angel in CG animation."It will taste better if you smash the eggs and sprinkle them in."He put his hands around his chest and leaned against the door, smiling at the suggestion.Su Yan was stunned. When she saw him, she immediately showed an embarrassed expression. She was at a loss and said, "sorry, I'm too hungry and don't know the address here, so I saw leftovers in the rice cooker, so...""It doesn't matter."Cheng Qian shrugged and was surprised that this hot and flirtatious woman had unexpected innocence.It's just a matter of deliberation whether it's true or false.He crossed his lips, opened the refrigerator door, turned his head and asked, "do you want something else? Only this half bowl of fried rice should not fill your stomach? Would you like some steak?"He took the beef out of the box from the refrigerator, turned back to the flow table, pulled out a cutting board specially for meat processing, and his voice was gentle."No, I'll just eat a little."She bent her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I should have asked you. I'm so sorry for taking the liberty to move the food in the house...""It's really all right."Cheng Qian was funny. He pulled out a knife. "Even if you burn the kitchen, trust me, the owner of this house won't blame you. And --" he turned his head with one hand on the chopping board. "I'm not the owner of this house. Like you, I'm looking for food. So we keep it a secret, huh?"Anyone with a clear eye can see that Cheng Qian is very familiar with the house and knows it like he is in his own home.Where are the spices, knives and dishes. You don't have to look at it at all. You can get what you want as soon as you take it.Su Yan smiled shyly. She carefully filled out egg fried rice. When she passed Cheng Qian, she said softly, "thank you. In fact, you are really a very gentle person."tender?Cheng Qian smiled, "this word is fresh."He is really rarely praised as gentle, and most people are more keen to call him: the devilThe thin blade cuts through the beef. The hand holding the knife is slender and clean, with distinct joints.Cooking looks like an artist making art.The whole body is full of romantic and elegant temperament.Su Yan turned back to the living room and always felt something wrong.She wakes up the sleeping 04 and asks in her mind: 44, why do I think the smell of the man in the kitchen is very familiar?
