"I'm having an interview this Wednesday. If you succeed, I'll treat you to dinner." Wen Nuan was so immersed in joy that he actually regarded Leng Yan as a friend and said boldly.
"Invite me to dinner?" Leng Yan was slightly surprised. Which woman wouldn't come up to him and ask him to invite me to dinner? This was the first time that a woman actually said that she wanted to invite her to dinner. Moreover, this person was still his wife.
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"You don't want to?" Wen Nuan looked at him timidly, regretting and wanting to bite off his tongue. How could he want to eat with her?
If the interview is successful, she will only be happy. He will not be happy because of her happiness, and of course he will not be sad because of her pain...
"I'm not used to letting women pay the bill." Leng Yan raised his eyebrows, and her timid watery eyes, unstained by the magazine, looked into his eyes with a heart-wrenching look, and the softest part of her heart was suddenly hit.
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"I think cooking in person shows more sincerity." He added, his tone did not fluctuate, but there was no hint of displeasure.
"no problem!"
He responded with a warm and brisk smile, but then secretly frowned.
She regretted that she had agreed. She was cooking?
I'm so sweaty. No one should dare to eat what she cooks, right?
While studying in France, Wen Qingyan directly sent a servant to go with her to take care of her food.
"Is it really okay?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her embarrassed look, and Leng Yan asked with a half-smile.
Can she cook?
On this point, he expressed serious doubts.
"Absolutely no problem." Wen Nuan reiterated, but the hand holding the light gauze scarf was shaking slightly. It seems that he has to make up for it. He hopes that the things he makes will not poison people.
Leng Yan smiled lightly: "I hope what you make is edible."
His eyes returned to the notebook, but the corners of his mouth were still slightly raised. How long had it been since he had eaten at home?
It seems like it hasn't happened since I got married.
What happened today? The woman he hated cooked for him, and he actually agreed.
Leng Yan, you are mentally ill!
Leng Yan closed the notebook with a "snap" and leaned back on the car seat, no longer paying attention to him.
He must have wanted to make a fool of her and see how bad her cooking was, and then use an excuse to humiliate her before agreeing.
Closing his eyes, he thought bitterly. He hadn't slept well in the past few days, and he didn't know when he fell asleep.
"Leng Yan, wake up quickly, we're home."
The car drove into the villa area. Xiao Jing told her that she would arrive at the old house in a few minutes, and gently touched Leng Yan with her warm elbow.
"This is an old house, not a home." Leng Yan frowned, opened his eyes, and glanced at the Leng family's old house and villa not far away, with a hint of displeasure in his black eyes.