Xiang Xiaochuang endured his anger and ignored him, and just buried his head in destroying his dinner. He took a mouthful of sandwich, a mouthful of milk, and left and right, not even having time to wipe the crumbs from the corner of his mouth.
Du Jiawen looked at the sandwich in his hand hesitantly, then raised and put down the cup unhappily: "Who drinks milk at night? Go and make me a cup of coffee, I'm used to drinking coffee at night!"
Xiang Xiaochuang said something hesitantly and covered his apron with one hand.
"What?" Du Jiawen frowned deeply, "What did you say?"
Xiang Xiaochuang gritted his teeth and waited for the stomach pain to pass, so he didn't have time to reply.
Du Jiawen immediately became furious at her slighting. He grew up being held in the palm of his hand, and later he was in charge of the American branch for a long time. It was not until his father retired that he returned to China to take over his father's position as president. Wherever he went, no one would bow his head.
Hunch down, lest you take a step too slow and make him unhappy?
"Go make me coffee!" Du Jiawen said coldly, with an irrefutable order in his tone.
Xiang Xiaochuang didn't want to show weakness in front of him. After the pain passed, he stood up silently and entered the kitchen. Although he had stuffed half a sandwich and half a glass of milk, his stomach was still empty and uncomfortable.
I really wanted to go back and continue to destroy that sandwich, but thinking of Du Jiawen's cold eyes, I gave up.
Looking at the stainless steel coffee pot, Xiang Xiaochuang felt worried. She had never even drunk freshly brewed coffee, let alone brewed it herself.
After studying it over and over again, her stomach throbbed and she had to put her hand against her stomach to keep herself standing.
After pouring the coffee beans from the glass bottle into the coffee pot, Xiang Xiaochuang thought for a while and turned on the gas stove. The pain in his stomach seemed to be more severe, more painful than every time.
The aroma of coffee gradually spread, and Xiang Xiaochuang breathed a sigh of relief. At least, the chauvinist pig sitting outside could enjoy her rookie-level coffee-making skills.
Xiang Xiaochuang used the edge of the table to press his stomach. He found a set of coffee cups, lifted the coffee pot and was about to pour it into the cups when he was startled by a voice: "What are you doing!"
Du Jiawen didn't know when he was standing at the door of the kitchen. The kitchen was filled with moisture, and Xiang Xiaochuang could vaguely smell the bitter smell of coffee.
"I...make coffee..." she replied guiltily, the spout of the pot tilted slightly, and she screamed at the burning sensation. She put the coffee pot back on the gas stove, and then hurriedly reached her hand under the faucet.
rush.
Du Jiawen had already rushed to her side, and when he saw the back of her left hand turning red quickly, he couldn't help scolding: "I've never seen a woman as stupid as you. You have the time to put the coffee pot on the gas stove. You can't just throw it away."
Do you want to go down? Does it hurt?"
Xiang Xiaochuang had already inhaled in pain and looked at the bubbles on the back of his hand, popping up one by one.
"Don't move, I'll go find the medical kit!" Du Jiawen didn't bother to blame anymore. He rushed to the bathroom and found a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. He poured it into her hand regardless of whether it was right or not.
Xiang Xiaochuang gritted her teeth and cracked her mouth in pain. For a moment, she had forgotten her stomach pain.
As if out of anger, Du Jiawen took out a roll of gauze and wrapped her left hand layer by layer.
"Do you think my hand is a palm?" Xiang Xiaochuang asked in confusion, and pointed to his left hand with his good right hand, "I can't do anything like this."