"Tell you what?" Yesilo pulled her into his arms, pinched her waist with both hands, and rubbed his chin on her long hair, "I'm afraid you will feel bad...will you?"
Cheng Liuli smiled half-heartedly, "What do you think?"
"Definitely, you said you loved me last night..."
"You hate it!" The pink fist hammered the solid chest muscles, and then quickly, the two small fists were grasped by a big hand, and the two cherry blossom-like lips were tightly kissed by the male's thin lips.
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"Hey, hey, where are you taking me?"
Ye Suluo, who was striding like a meteor, pulled Cheng Liuli, who couldn't keep up with his steps even at a trot, and hurriedly took the elevator down from the VIP ward on the top floor of Ye's Noble Chain Hospital, directly to the underground parking lot.
Sitting on the stunning Lamborghini sports car, Cheng Liuli spoke breathlessly.
"Guess!" He stepped on the clutch with one foot, shifted gears with one hand, and shook the steering wheel vigorously with the other hand. The car drifted beautifully and galloped towards the exit.
"Can't guess!"
Yesluo smiled, stretched out his big palm to pull her head closer, and rubbed his forehead against her cheek affectionately, "My dear, I want to treat you to a good meal today!"
She originally thought that Yesi Luo would take her to a famous hotel, but she didn't expect that the car would speed all the way and finally return to Leng Yuzhai.
In the restaurant of Leng Yuzhai, there is no dazzling array of delicacies in the past, only an empty table.
There was no food at all, but he still wanted to treat her to a good meal? She looked at the man who placed her at the dining table with his shoulder in doubt.
There were questions written in his eyes.
"Wait a moment." Yesilo smiled slightly, actually picked up an apron from the side and tied it around his waist, then walked straight to the kitchen.
Cheng Liuli couldn't help but stand up and followed him into the kitchen.
"What do you want to do?"
Yesluo didn't answer her words. He pulled up the corner of his apron, held a spatula, and bowed slightly to her like a gentleman in a tuxedo in the movie, "What do you think?"
"How about what?"
To be honest, she was simply confused.
"Me? Do you have the style of an imperial chef?"
Yesluo shook his apron, folded his arms, pointed his chin towards her, and made a chic pose.
Cheng Liuli looked at him in surprise, her tongue almost tied, "...you?"
Can he cook? Can the food he cooks be eaten? For a man like him who doesn’t even know where to open the kitchen door, will the dishes he cooks look like they were produced in a laboratory?
Defective products?
Cheng Liuli glanced at him dumbfounded, "Please, can I just watch it later and not taste it?"
"You dare to doubt me?" Yesluo said with fake anger, holding her hand and placing her on the seat at the small bar in the kitchen.
"Today, I have to show you my hand!"
"Ah? Then I can eat whatever I have from now on and never choose again, okay?"
She held back the corner of her mouth that was about to twitch and hurriedly begged for mercy.
"No! You must eat everything I made today!"
"Aren't you taking revenge on me for feeding you roasted shrimp balls?"
"How dare you say that! Just sit here and wait for a while, and dinner will be served soon!"
Let her sit on the chair, and he started to turn around and get busy in the kitchen.
Wow! What a good-looking man! He looks so cool, handsome and stylish no matter what he does!
"Tell you what?" Yesilo pulled her into his arms, pinched her waist with both hands, and rubbed his chin on her long hair, "I'm afraid you will feel bad...will you?"
Cheng Liuli smiled half-heartedly, "What do you think?"
"Definitely, you said you loved me last night..."
"You hate it!" The pink fist hammered the solid chest muscles, and then quickly, the two small fists were grasped by a big hand, and the two cherry blossom-like lips were tightly kissed by the male's thin lips.
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"Hey, hey, where are you taking me?"
Ye Suluo, who was striding like a meteor, pulled Cheng Liuli, who couldn't keep up with his steps even at a trot, and hurriedly took the elevator down from the VIP ward on the top floor of Ye's Noble Chain Hospital, directly to the underground parking lot.
Sitting on the stunning Lamborghini sports car, Cheng Liuli spoke breathlessly.
"Guess!" He stepped on the clutch with one foot, shifted gears with one hand, and shook the steering wheel vigorously with the other hand. The car drifted beautifully and galloped towards the exit.
"Can't guess!"
Yesluo smiled, stretched out his big palm to pull her head closer, and rubbed his forehead against her cheek affectionately, "My dear, I want to treat you to a good meal today!"
She originally thought that Yesi Luo would take her to a famous hotel, but she didn't expect that the car would speed all the way and finally return to Leng Yuzhai.
In the restaurant of Leng Yuzhai, there is no dazzling array of delicacies in the past, only an empty table.
There was no food at all, but he still wanted to treat her to a good meal? She looked at the man who placed her at the dining table with his shoulder in doubt.
There were questions written in his eyes.
"Wait a moment." Yesilo smiled slightly, actually picked up an apron from the side and tied it around his waist, then walked straight to the kitchen.
Cheng Liuli couldn't help but stand up and followed him into the kitchen.
"What do you want to do?"
Yesluo didn't answer her words. He pulled up the corner of his apron, held a spatula, and bowed slightly to her like a gentleman in a tuxedo in the movie, "What do you think?"
"How about what?"
To be honest, she was simply confused.
"Me? Do you have the style of an imperial chef?"
Yesluo shook his apron, folded his arms, pointed his chin towards her, and made a chic pose.
Cheng Liuli looked at him in surprise, her tongue almost tied, "...you?"
Can he cook? Can the food he cooks be eaten? For a man like him who doesn’t even know where to open the kitchen door, will the dishes he cooks look like they were produced in a laboratory?
Defective products?
Cheng Liuli glanced at him dumbfounded, "Please, can I just watch it later and not taste it?"
"You dare to doubt me?" Yesluo said with fake anger, holding her hand and placing her on the seat at the small bar in the kitchen.
"Today, I have to show you my hand!"
"Ah? Then I can eat whatever I have from now on and never choose again, okay?"
She held back the corner of her mouth that was about to twitch and hurriedly begged for mercy.
"No! You must eat everything I made today!"
"Aren't you taking revenge on me for feeding you roasted shrimp balls?"
"How dare you say that! Just sit here and wait for a while, and dinner will be served soon!"
Let her sit on the chair, and he started to turn around and get busy in the kitchen.
Wow! What a good-looking man! He looks so cool, handsome and stylish no matter what he does!