Chapter 1216

Smell star dark rub rub smile.

Wen Chuan did not go home. Instead, he went to a villa in his own name and sent people there. Wen Xing wanted to leave, but he stopped him and said, "make me a meal before you leave."

The smell star stares at him one eye, "I am your servant girl?"

He lay down on the sofa, picked up the apple, tossed it up twice, nibbled it, and said vaguely, "isn't it natural to cook for my husband? Come on, I haven't eaten for two days. I'm starving. "

There is no employee here. He usually comes to clean regularly. Before he came back yesterday, he specially asked the other party to buy a la carte to fill the refrigerator.

Smell star not good airway, "I can understand, together with you call me to pick up is to cook for you!"

He snapped his fingers and said with a smile, "that's right. To be my wife, I just need to warm the bed and cook for me. First, I believe you can do well. As for cooking It needs training. I'm helping you. Thank you

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Smell star white he one eye, after all is a long time no see, and see he is really tired, should return to his assignment.

She didn't learn to cook seriously, but her mother often cooks when she has nothing to do. Sometimes she will watch around, sometimes she will be interested, and she will cook two dishes by herself.

When he thought of the canteen, canglan always gave him more food to eat.

It's everyone's responsibility to care for hanging wire.

Wen Xing made three dishes and one soup, found a clean lunch box, filled some lean meat, fried corn, fried fish, put some ribs and rice, and then carried out the rest of the dishes.

Wen Chuan looked at the lunch box in her hand, "for whom?"

She filled two bowls of rice, handed him one and said, "make dinner for yourself."

After dinner, Wen Chuan, urged by her, went upstairs to get some sleep. Wen Xing sat in the living room, took out her carry on bag, took out her make-up, and swept her skin with a soft brush. In less than half an hour, she turned into the peerless ugly girl again. She packed up her things and left.

Back at school, instead of going back to the dormitory first, she knocked on the door of LAN Cang's office.

LAN Cang is playing games. When he sees her coming in, he just takes a look at her.

"Here you are."

Wen Xing put the lunch box on his computer desk and said, "eat quickly."

A game is just over, blue Cang opened the lunch box, see inside the color and fragrance of vegetables, Mou Guang move, "you do?"

She said triumphantly, "not bad?"

Blue Cang picked up chopsticks, put a chopstick corn in his mouth, chewed slowly a few times, "OK."

Seeing that she was smiling, he added, "but I don't like garlic and onion. Besides, the taste can be stronger and more peppers."

Wen Xing

She wants to slap the dish on his forehead now.

Sure enough, men must not be used to it.

She cut, "if you don't like it, you can skip it."

She looked at the time, half an hour before her minor course. She dropped the sentence "I'm leaving" and ran out of the office.

LAN Cang took back his sight and continued to eat.

To tell you the truth, she can only make some home-made dishes, which can't be compared with the big meals he has eaten, but he has a different taste, and he eats up unconsciously.

The next day, the French class began at nine o'clock. After Wen Xing had breakfast, they went to class together.

Since LAN Cang became their professor, no one in the class has been late and absent again. There are still more than 20 minutes to go before class, but many of the students are present, and even start to review their lessons consciously.