After Paul finished talking to Wei Lan, he picked up Dongfang Xiang's call: "Boss."
"Why didn't you come to the office today? Where did you go?" Dongfang Xiang asked. He hasn't been busy recently, so he didn't come to the office at night, but he clearly made an appointment with him today.
"Boss, I'm dating my future wife." Paul said loudly without hesitation, and raised his eyes to peek at Azure's reflection.
Wei Lan was originally waiting for him to hang up the phone before asking him how he could live so long if he didn't know how to cook, but she didn't expect that Paul actually told Dongfang Xiang that he wanted to pick up his future wife? He was talking about her, right?
At the end of the day, Wei Lan blushed, turned around and walked into the door of the villa. She had better go and cook.
Seeing Wei Lan blushing, Paul raised the corners of his mouth proudly. You are a dead woman, but this also proves that she no longer remembers what she said last night. However, to Paul, this is not a problem. It doesn't matter if she doesn't remember.
, as long as he remembers it.
"It's okay, you don't have to come to the night today." Dongfang Xiang heard that he was doing business, and he immediately hung up the phone.
"Oh, the boss really knows how to care about people." Paul said to himself on the phone. He raised his head and looked indoors through the floor-to-ceiling glass. The lawn where he was playing was facing the kitchen corridor. He saw Wei Lan wearing his long clothes and trousers.
I am standing in front of the refrigerator selecting ingredients.
Paul stood there with a silly smile. He looked up at his three-story duplex building. He had lived here for several years. For the first time, he felt that this place felt like home. It turned out that it was not this house.
Too big, but missing a woman who was busy with him and making breakfast for him.
Wei Lan stood absentmindedly in front of the refrigerator. There was nothing else in the refrigerator except some simple vegetables, noodles, and a few eggs. He had the nerve to say that he had ingredients in the refrigerator with just such a small amount. Did he eat these every day?
thing?
She took out a few tomatoes and some vegetables, and two eggs. Originally, she wanted to have one egg for each person, but then she thought, for someone as big as Paul, wouldn't eating one egg be enough?
So Wei Lan took another egg, this time it was one for her and two for him.
There were no ingredients, so Wei Lan simply ordered plain noodles. After serving two bowls of noodles, Wei Lan took the noodles to the dining table outside, and then looked outside through the glass window. He was still working out, and the sun was shining on him.
On the body, watching him running on the treadmill, this masculine feeling and strong physique are really eye-catching.
While he was feasting his eyes, Paul suddenly turned his head, and the moment their eyes met, Wei Lan blushed again as if he had been caught as a thief.
After a moment of embarrassment, Wei Lan remembered her noodles, which would not taste good if they were soft.
So Wei Lan opened the glass window and shouted to Paul outside: "It's time to eat."
Paul was stunned for a moment, then showed his rare bright smile: "Okay." Then he got off the treadmill, wiped his sweat, and walked into the room with a smile.
As Paul walked, he thought that the design of the house was really right. He was exercising on the lawn outside, and his wife could open the window and call him to start dinner after cooking. It was so warm.
"You just made noodles? Or plain noodles?" Paul looked disgusted.
"Aren't there two eggs?" Wei Lan pointed to the eggs in his bowl.
Seeing that Paul still curled his lips in disgust, Wei Lan said not to be outdone: "There is nothing else in your refrigerator except these. Don't blame me for not performing well, okay?"
"You mean if I have a lot of fish and meat in the refrigerator, you can make a Manchu-Han banquet?" Paul asked curiously.
The girl Wei Lan couldn't help but compliment her. When Paul said this, she immediately raised her hair and said sheepishly: "I can't say a full banquet, but it shouldn't be a problem for me to cook a decent meal."
"Really?" Paul asked, pretending to be surprised, and then said, "I really don't believe it anymore" without waiting for her to answer.
"Tch, you have never seen my cooking skills. If you fill up the refrigerator tomorrow, I will be able to cook a table of dishes right away."
"Okay, that's it, we'll do it tomorrow." Paul agreed with a smile.
Wei Lan was dumbfounded now. Damn it, she seemed to have been fooled.
"I was just kidding." Wei Lan wanted to bite off her tongue, why could she not control her mouth so much.
"I'm serious. I agreed that I will pick you up after get off work tomorrow and you will cook for me." Paul thought to himself, didn't you call me shameless? Then I will be shameless to the end.
Weilan had a troubled face and stopped talking, burying her head in eating noodles. Paul also lowered his head and started eating.
After taking a bite, Paul smiled and said, "It looks average, but it tastes pretty good."
Wei Lan rolled her eyes at him and boasted: "Of course."
"Don't you usually cook by yourself?" Wei Lan finally couldn't help but ask.
"No." Paul replied simply and neatly.
"You are a grown man who lives by yourself and doesn't know how to cook. How did you get so big?" Wei Lan asked curiously. In fact, she wanted to ask how he got so big, but she was afraid that Paul would be narcissistic and say that she had a crush on him.
His figure.
Paul swallowed the noodles in his mouth and said: "When I was a kid, I begged for food. Later I boxed in the black market in the United States. If I won, I would eat. If I lost, I would be hungry. Fortunately, I never lost. Later, I joined the boss. When I got rich, I
eat out."
Wei Lan didn't want to poke his past scars. She just asked him what he would eat every day. She didn't expect him to talk about his past so generously.
Seeing that she had stopped talking, Paul knew that she must be feeling guilty, so he pretended to be relaxed and said, "What? You dislike me for not knowing how to cook?"
"No, I'm just curious about what you eat every day." Wei Lan muttered in a low voice. She didn't know why, but every time she heard him talk about his past, she felt very sad.
Paul lowered his head and continued to eat noodles. He didn't ask Wei Lan much. He pretended that he didn't ask anything last night and she didn't say anything. He knew in his heart that this woman was so tough-talking. If he asked her straight to the point, she would definitely not
Admit it, she might beat him after asking for help, why should he ask for a beating?
Now that he knows that she likes him, he can pursue her more unscrupulously.
As long as Paul is here, Wei Lan can only be his wife. Whoever dares to touch her finger will be chopped off, and whoever dares to touch her will be killed.
After finishing the noodles, Paul said to Wei Lan: "You wash the dishes and I'll make a phone call."
"Hey, after all, I'm also a guest, and you asked me to cook and finish the washing, so you're embarrassed." Wei Lan quit. Is he too casual?!