An Ran responded humbly, not having any expectations for Mi Xiaojia's cooking skills.
This woman was so lazy that she shamelessly went to live in his villa without paying the rent. It was even harder for her to cook a meal. Now she is helping him chase Gong Si, and she is actually willing to cook?
"Rinse the rice first, and don't add too much water, otherwise the cooked rice will be like porridge and not delicious..." Mi Xiaojia looked at An Ran after explaining, and saw the eldest young master with his hands on his trouser pockets, looking at the back of her head in a daze.
, one look showed that he didn’t listen to her.
Mi Xiaojia got angry and yelled at An Ran: "Hey, are you going after Gong Si or me? Can you give me some snacks? If you don't go after Gong Si, I'll go after Tang Shaobai!"
"Go on, you're just being wordy." An Ran replied, standing aside and continuing to be in a daze.
After the meal, Mi Xiaojia's mouth was dry as she talked, but An Ran listened absentmindedly.
Finally, he brought the food to the living room and smiled shamelessly at Gong Si: "Journalist Gong, it's my first time to cook. It's very hard to eat, but I put my heart into it. If you eat my heart, you're using my heart."
For the first time, you must be responsible for me!"
Mi Xiaojia listened and just wanted to kick An Ran to death. An Ran was not afraid of being struck by lightning for telling such a big lie!
Gong Si smiled lightly and ate a piece of chopsticks without saying a word.
An Ran hurriedly approached Gong Si and asked, "Has Reporter Gong eaten my heart?"
Luo Cheng, who had endured the attack, could not sit down anymore this time. He squeezed forward, "coincidentally" separated An Ran and Gong Si, and said solemnly: "Don't speak when you eat or sleep, An Ran, sit upright!"
An Ran pretended not to hear Luo Cheng's lecture, looked at Gong Si and asked: "My first time was dedicated to the Palace reporter. Does the Palace reporter feel very happy? Don't forget to be responsible for me even if you are happy!"
He was unable to catch Gong Si's eyes, and Luo Cheng suddenly used his ugly injured head to block his sight.
An Ran looked at Huo Da, fixed his gaze on Luo Cheng's injured head, and said with a sarcastic smile: "I heard that you had thirteen stitches and were seriously injured. You look like a pig's head. Should you take good care of your injuries and don't get in the way?
I'm in love with the palace reporter?!"
Luo Cheng really thinks that he has anything to do with Gong Si now. Now Luo Cheng is just Gong Si’s ex-husband, so he has the nerve to cut off Gong Si’s love affair?!
"I'm quite good. Don't talk about thirteen injections. Even if I have thirteen more injections, I can still help the Palace reporter choose a husband. An Ran, I'm really not telling you. No matter how good your family background is or how good you look, you are still a playboy.
Even a woman wouldn't feel safe following you!" Luo Cheng lightly curled his lips and retorted coldly.
When it comes to talking nonsense, he is no worse than An Ran!
"I curse you to get another hundred stitches and you will never get up!" An Ran got angry, slapped her palm on the dining table and shouted loudly.
The two women who were engrossed in eating were suddenly startled. They looked at each other and suddenly felt that the dining table was too unsafe.
"Si, let's eat somewhere else." Mi Xiaojia stood up and held a dish in one hand, placing it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
Gong Si and she had a tacit understanding. The two sat in front of the sofa, watched TV and ate, talking and laughing, far away from the battlefield between the two men.
Mi Xiaojia looked back at the two men in the confrontation, shook his head and sighed: "The man surnamed An is unreliable. He only knows how to be jealous. How come he doesn't know how to use practical actions to please you? Si, do you like him? If you don't like him,
