There was pink everywhere, which made her suddenly a little afraid of pink.
"It doesn't matter, there is still time anyway! You can do whatever you like. My bank card still has the same password, and you can buy whatever you want." After Zong Zhenglie finished speaking, he still felt a little nauseous, so he quickly added, "
Don't look at me with that moved look, I don't change my password because I'm too lazy to go to the bank!"
"...Who is moved!" The romantic feeling was instantly broken. Sheng Xin glared at him angrily, "Eat!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you still don't admit it." Zong Zhenglie curled his lips, picked up the chopsticks and put several pieces of meat and vegetables into Sheng Xin's bowl, "Have a try and see if my skills are better than those of the chefs in big hotels.
all good?"
"This is neither lunch nor dinner, what do you want me to eat?" Sheng Xin raised his eyes and looked at the pink clock hanging on the wall, "It's nine o'clock, I have to go to An Ran's place to have a wedding!"
"Eat!" Zong Zheng frowned, and forced the chopsticks into Sheng Xin's hand, "I've been working in the kitchen for two hours, can you please stop being so arrogant?"
"You are so stupid!" Sheng Xin said, but still reached out and picked up a piece of vegetable and put it into his mouth.
I have to say that Zong Zhenglie’s cooking skills are really good, and it really tastes like a restaurant chef.
Unexpectedly, he actually studied cooking, and a warm current surged through Sheng Xin's heart.
"How is it?" Zong Zhenglie quickly brought his face closer, his dark eyes full of expectation, as if he were a child.
No, he has always been a child.
Sheng Xin paused for a moment in a mysterious manner. Seeing his anxious look, she suddenly smiled and said, "It's delicious. Is it delicious?"
Zong Zhenglie took a long breath, "As long as it tastes good! Just as long as it tastes like you! Let's go!"
"Why go?"
"I'll take you to the bridal chamber! Didn't you say that An Ran is your only friend? Don't you want to leave any regrets?"
Sheng Xin was stunned, "Then what's on your table..."
"I can still cook the dishes, but if you leave any regrets, I can't compensate you! I can't let An Ran and that Cha Chengjun hold another wedding, can I?"
"..." Sheng Xin was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Zong Zhenglie, you are really cute sometimes."
"Cute? I don't like that comment." Zong Zhenglie pouted, stood up, took the coat on the sofa and put it on Sheng Xin, "Although it's not winter, it's a bit cold at night, so put it on to avoid catching a cold.
"
"Yes." Sheng Xin nodded heavily, "Thank you."
"Thank you for nothing, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold, and I have to take care of you!"
"...."
.......
As soon as Sheng Xin got downstairs, he stood next to Zong Zhenglie's Hummer.
Three years later, she can still recall this car...and every bit of their relationship on this car.
After a while, Zong Zhenglie also walked down, his tall figure standing in the moonlight, looking particularly handsome.
There is no doubt that three years later, he is even more charming than before.
Being watched over by such a man, Sheng Xin said he had no vanity. Is that possible?
"Sheng Xin, do you plan to keep looking at me like this?" Zong Zhenglie stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, with an evil smile on his handsome face and a slight hook on his thin lips, "Don't you think it's just now?