Lu Man looked at Jin Chengjun's disappearing figure and was a little dazed for a moment. Did he really go out like this?
Something's wrong, something's so wrong. Did something happen?
"Madam, the tomatoes in the kitchen are for you." The servant came over and looked at Lu Man hesitantly. She said that she had to make that dish by herself. Now?
Jin Chengjun is gone, so what if her cooking is delicious and exquisite? What’s more, she doesn’t know how to cook at all.
Lu Man returned to the restaurant and sat down sadly. Looking at the dishes on the table that he had no appetite for, he frowned and said: "Get out, sir, something is wrong. I have no appetite, so I won't eat."
As she said that, she left the dining table and walked upstairs.
The two servants looked at each other, and they both saw confusion and caution in each other's eyes. I'm afraid that the days to come will be extremely unstable. They just need to do their own thing well.
The night is endless. There is no wind in city B tonight, so it seems a bit hot.
Jin Chengjun came to a high-end residence in Jiangnan District. When the security guard of the building saw him, he couldn't help but be stunned, and then showed a look of understanding.
"Mr. Jin," the security guard ran out of the front desk, nodded and bowed to him, and greeted him respectfully.
Jin Chengjun just gave a faint hum and then walked into the elevator. The security guard watched the elevator door close and sighed.
Men, as expected, domestic flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers, especially rich men
We just got married yesterday, and the newspapers reported it extensively. Today I came to my mistress’s house.
Amy Tan quickly pulled up the small dining table, lit the candles with a lighter, adjusted the indoor lights to dim and soft, and adjusted the flowers on the table to the most dazzling position before she smiled with satisfaction.
When the doorbell rang, she felt happy. She pulled up her tight slanted shoulder dress, then helped her temples, then stepped on her high heels and walked to open the door.
Seeing Jin Chengjun, she said coquettishly: "Didn't I tell you my home password? Why don't you use it every time?" As she spoke, she took the suit and handbag from his hand.
Jin Chengjun glanced at her, and the charming scent of her perfume was on the tip of his nose. He walked in and said, "You are at home anyway, right?"
Amy Tan smiled tenderly, followed him into the house, hung his suit on the hanger and said: "You sit down for a while, I will bring out the dishes and then we can start dinner."
Jin Chengjun looked at the dimness of the room, where soft and lingering light music was flowing, and then saw the candlelight on the small table in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window in the living room, raised his eyebrows, and walked over