Suddenly she rolled up from the bed and looked at the handsome, cold face in front of her in astonishment, her voice stuck in her throat.
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Shijing? Why is he here?
My mind started to keep recalling what happened last night, and my originally shocked eyes turned into realization.
I almost forgot that Shi Jing was drunk yesterday and she took him in. She almost scared her to death just now. She thought the capitalist had broken the door of her house again.
Before she could fully recover, Shi Jing's tone had returned to its usual tone, "Get up."
At the same time as the two words fell, his hand reached out to Qian Qianqian's arm and pulled her off the bed.
"What are you doing?"
She was somewhat reluctantly pulled out of bed by him, with a faint look of dissatisfaction on her little face.
"I'm hungry."
He spoke domineeringly and matter-of-factly, and sat down on the sofa nearby.
Hearing this, Qian Qianqian's face still flashed with displeasure, and she glanced at Shi Jing lightly, "You don't want me to cook breakfast for you, do you?"
He had a good idea. She was not his servant, so why should she cook for him?
The small mouth was small, but it attracted Shi Jing's unimpressive gaze. He raised his eyebrows and said in a calm voice, "Is it possible that I cooked it?"
He asked casually, crossed his arms across his chest, looked at her indifferently, curled his thin lips slightly, and his tone was always so painless, just like his expression,
But he just had the ability to let Qian Qianqian take the initiative to take over the work for him.
"I'll cook it."
Not to mention that if she objected, the capitalist was going to use debt to pressure her. Just thinking about the sick meal he cooked for her that day, which was worse than poison, she was determined not to let Shi Jing cook this time.
Already.
It doesn't matter if he eats it himself, but what if he has a strong conscience and plans to cook a portion for her?
Qian Qianqian couldn't help but shudder when she thought of the meal she had eaten under his lustful power.
She reached out and rubbed her arms, then hurriedly ran towards the kitchen.
Fortunately, I always paid attention to breakfast and bought a lot of things, enough for two people. Otherwise, Shi Jing, a capitalist, would shamelessly eat her portion for himself.
There was no other reason, he just wanted to say "Because I am the slave owner and you are the slave, so this breakfast can only be given to me."
Just think about it and you'll know what kind of character this capitalist is.
While I was thinking to myself, my hands were already busy.
After putting on her apron, she took out some breakfast ingredients from the refrigerator and started busy in the kitchen.
In this small room, which was not very large, Shi Jing was sitting on the sofa with a smile in his eyes. From his angle, he could clearly see everything in the kitchen.
Looking at the little figure busy in the kitchen, a warmth flashed through his eyes inadvertently.
In that seemingly luxurious manor villa, all you could see were the busy figures of servants.
Such a heart-warming scene turned out to be a luxury for him.
Shijing, who is making all the difference in the shopping mall, has never been so eager for such a simple warmth.
A smile spread at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes couldn't bear to move away from Qian Qianqian's back, and he even hoped that time would stop at this moment.