Has the CEO's ex-husband played enough?

"I'll have an interview this Wednesday. If I succeed, I'll treat you to dinner." Nuan Nuan was immersed in joy, and even regarded Leng Yan as a friend, and said boldly.

"Bring me to dinner?" Leng Yan was slightly taken aback, which woman didn't rely on him when she saw him, and asked him to invite him to dinner.For the first time, a woman actually said that she would invite her to dinner.Moreover, this person is his wife.

"You don't want to?" Wen Nuan looked at him timidly, wanting to bite off his tongue in regret, how could he want to have dinner with her.

If the interview is successful, she will only be happy.He will not be happy because of her happiness, and of course he will not be sad because of her pain...

"I'm not used to letting women pay the bill." Leng Yan raised her eyebrows, and her timid watery eyes, which were not stained by a trace of magazines, slammed into his eyes with a sense of distress, and the softest part of her heart was suddenly hit .

"I think it's more sincere to cook in person." He added, without any ups and downs in his tone, but without a trace of displeasure.

"no problem!"

Warm and brisk, he responded with a smile, but then secretly frowned.

She regretted that she agreed like this. She cooks?

Sweaty, no one would dare to eat the things she made, right?

While studying in France, Wen Qingyan sent a servant directly with her to take care of her food.

"Really okay?"

Seeing her embarrassed look from the corner of the eye, Leng Yan asked with a half-smile.

can she cook

On this point, he expressed serious doubts.

"Absolutely no problem." Nuan Nuan reiterated, but the hand holding the light scarf trembled slightly.It seems that I have to make up for it, and I hope that what I make will not poison people to death.

Leng Yan smiled lightly: "I hope what you cook can be eaten."

His eyes returned to the notebook, but the corners of his mouth were still slightly raised.How long has he not eaten at home?

It seems that since the marriage, there has been no.

What happened today? The woman he hated cooked for him, but he actually agreed.

Leng Yan, your brain is sick!

Closed the notebook with a "snap", Leng Yan leaned back on the car seat and stopped paying attention to him.

He must have wanted to make a fool of her, see how bad her cooking was, and then use the excuse to humiliate her before agreeing.

Closing his eyes, he thought bitterly.I haven't slept well in the past few days, and I don't know when I fell asleep.

"Leng Yan, wake up, you're home."

The car drove into the villa area, Xiaojing told her that she would arrive at the old house in a few minutes, and gently touched Leng Yan with her warm elbow.

"This is an old house, not a home." Leng Yan frowned, opened his eyes, and glanced at the Leng family's old house not far away, his black pupils were filled with displeasure.