The big guy next door is handsome and soo

Chapter 1082 There is no problem that Mr. Cen can't solve
Just as An Sheng thought, Cen Xixi went to An Sheng's private apartment to find An Sheng.

Before Cen Xixi entered the house, Xiu Xiu asked her to knock on the door first.

An Sheng didn't respond, Cen Xixi arranged the password, pushed the door open and went in, but there was no one in the living room.

"Anmei." She changed her shoes and called out.

The sound of cooking came from the kitchen. Cen Xixi walked towards the kitchen, and saw a man wearing an apron, holding a spatula in his hand, shaking a spoon, looking good.

"Boss Cen unlocked my house at will, it's against the law." An Sheng had already noticed that she was coming, and continued to shake the spoon without looking back at her.

It was also quite coquettish, and Cen Xixi praised it: "It looks pretty good, but I don't know how it tastes like?"

"I'm busy, Mr. Cen can do whatever he wants." An Sheng pointed to the living room, "Mr. Cen can watch TV for a while, and we can talk about the next itinerary after dinner."

Cen Xixi didn't come here to discuss work with him. She rolled up her sleeves, revealing a valuable watch studded with diamonds.

She took off the diamond watch and stuffed it into her pocket.

An Sheng saw her take off her watch and was about to fight her. He stopped him, "Since Mr. Cen is afraid of breaking his watch, there is no need to come in. I can do it alone."

"Who's worried about the watch? I'm worried that the watch will get into my hand." Cen Xixi saw him cut a tomato in half and took a kitchen knife.

According to observation, she saw that the tomato used in his pot was cut into slices, so she sliced ​​the tomato too.

An Sheng didn't say anything more, and told her: "Cut it into cubes, I'll use it for stir-frying."

Cen Xixi suddenly turned his head and asked him, "Which Ding?"

"Which Ding does Mr. Cen think it is?" An Sheng asked calmly.

"Diced tomatoes." Cen Xixi picked up the diced tomatoes on the cutting board and threw them into his mouth, "What are you thinking about?"

An Sheng went back to cooking.

An Sheng finished dicing the tomatoes, then went to chop some diced mushrooms, and chopped the beef by the way.

An Sheng lifted up the dropped sleeves, "Is there anything else I can help?"

"No need, Mr. Cen just wait for the meal." An Sheng turned the fried dishes on the plate.

Cen Xixi walked behind him, stroked his chin, looked at his waist, sat and looked to the right, trying to find out what happened.

When An Sheng was cooking, he was no different from the quiet and calm look he usually saw, even when he was cooking, he could also be slow and orderly.

Cen Xixi thinks that he should be an artist whose personality will never fail. He doesn't need the company to set up a personality for him, and he will be a personality whenever he stops there.

An Sheng felt the probing gaze behind him, "What is Mr. Cen looking at?"

"Look at your waist." She went around to him, and asked seriously: "Last time, Mr. Jiang told me that there is nothing wrong with you, except that your waist injury is a bit serious, and I am worried that your waist is not working well. "

An Sheng was pouring peppers into the oil pan. When the peppers touched the high-temperature oil, there was a loud "sizzling" sound, because there was water on the spicy chicken, and the oil splashed out as soon as it was put into the pot.

"Cen..." An Sheng turned around to try to block the splashing oil, but put a hand on his waist, and pulled him back, pulling him behind her.

Oil stains splashed onto her white clothes, and there were several spots of oil on the back.

Cen Xixi let go of An Sheng's waist, "Did your waist hurt?"

What she is most worried about now is his waist.

(End of this chapter)