my gambling boyfriend

Chapter 67 Shall We Cook Together?
Guan Zichen seemed to have entered his own home, took off his coat and sat on the sofa with his arms folded on the edge, extremely evil.

"Xiaomo, I'm hungry, cook something for me."

Lan Mo blacked out again, and impulsively wanted to throw him out of the window. She found that getting along with him would always give her the urge to run away.

No matter how hot she was in the past, no one would get mad at her every time she said a word, right?
Could it be that Guan Zichen was born to defeat her?

She thought of that bet again, and was terribly annoyed. She brushed her hair and lazily sat down on the sofa opposite him, with her long legs resting on the coffee table wantonly.

This is her usual action, but she doesn't want to look like a flame can rise in someone's eyes.

"Guan Zichen, I'm hungry too, who will cook for me?"

Guan Zichen stared at her long legs, his eyes darkened, he raised his eyes, and smiled ambiguously: "Then, shall we eat each other?"

After saying such suggestive words, he was already ready to be beaten by Lan Mo.

But she didn't want Lan Mo to just raise her eyebrows with a puzzled look on her face.

"You mean to cook together?" She doubted that Guan Zichen could cook?
The corner of Guan Zichen's mouth twitched, and he touched his straight nose uncomfortably. He was really evil, but he didn't expect that Lan Mo would not understand his words.

Fortunately, she didn't understand, otherwise their relationship would end in angering Lan Mo.

Cooking together is actually a good idea, and he is also curious, will Lan Mo cook?
"Yeah! Do it now, I'm starving!"

Guan Zichen said, got up and pulled up Lan Mo, and rushed to the kitchen, as if the place he was familiar with was his own home.

"Hey, will you do it? Do you want to burn my house down?"

Lan Mo threw him away depressed, unable to believe that he would actually go into the kitchen to cook.

In fact, she lives in such a remote place by the sea, and usually cooks by herself, and can prepare any ingredients.

It's just that on Friday night, she usually goes to the coffee shop to gather with those two good sisters, so she doesn't want to cook.

If it wasn't for working overtime today, it wouldn't be like this.

"The food is quite complete, what do you want to eat?"

Guan Zichen rolled up his sleeves in a serious manner, as if he would do whatever you want.

(End of this chapter)