Madam Dihao is not good

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"As long as it is the food made by Miss Xia, the young master is reluctant to throw it away, calling it a waste. No matter how hard you try, you have to force yourself to eat it."

Chanel thought about it. Recently, besides making breakfast for Su Shijie every day, she also cooks a few specialty dishes occasionally when the whim arises.

Every time, Su Shijie would eat up everything, even the condiments...

Chanel was still proud of her good craftsmanship for a long time, but it turns out... is this the reason? ! [

Chanel was secretly annoyed.

She always thought that Su Shijie's stomach problem was caused by starvation. It turned out that if he ate too much, his stomach would not be able to bear it.

【Thank you, I see. 】

After today, she and Su Shijie will only have three days.

No, not "only three days", but "three more days".

Chanel suppressed the melancholy in her heart, raised the corners of her mouth with a smile, and happily worked in the kitchen...

And in front of the lawn in front of the apartment, there was a black car parked. The car had no license plate and the window was covered with exposure film.

The people in the car, through the window of the kitchen on the third floor, saw the figure of a woman in an apron cooking happily.

The cigarette burned slowly in his slender fingers, and he took a last puff, the smoke was enchanting, and he stifled the cigarette butt.

On the slender finger, a diamond-encrusted wedding ring gleamed.

He was leaning on the back of the chair, his face was fair and delicate, his eyes were full of bewitching mist...

"Master, shall we go up now?" the bodyguard behind him asked.

"Wait." He wanted to say hello to her, otherwise it would be too sudden, afraid of scaring her.

The slender fingers took out the phone and dialed a number.

After a while, the telephone in the apartment rang, and the servant walked over to answer the phone, and heard a low magnetic voice:

"Hello, I'm looking for Miss Chanel Xia."

"Excuse me?"

"I am..." The voice smiled lowly, and said his name, the servant almost screamed.

The moment she heard the sound, she felt it was very magnetic and pleasant to hear, as if she had heard it somewhere. [

It was almost unbelievable, and with a hint of doubt, he was not looking for Mr. Su, but Ms. Xia?

In the kitchen on the third floor, the servant picked up the phone extension and went in, said something, Chanel, who was originally happy, turned pale, and the spatula fell from her hand.

She stroked her hair in a panic, staring at the phone receiver.

until the servant