Hidden marriage sweet honey: president, super love

The night passed.

Jiang Wen didn't sleep well all night. In the morning, he got up with a pair of panda eyes on his head. He thought he got up early enough. Who knows, when he came out of the room, he found a steaming breakfast on the table.

"Good morning."

The slender man came out of the kitchen in short sleeves, with a plate in his hand.

Jiang Nuan is putting down her hand that grabs her hair like an electric shock. Her eyes are stunned, "good morning."

Fu Yi looks normal, greeting her, "just finished you get up, just sit down and have breakfast together."

"Oh." Jiang Nuan opened the chair in front of him and sat down. He stared at the fried dough sticks and soybean milk in front of him. He could not hide his surprised expression on his face. "Are you doing all these?"

Fu Yi opened the chair opposite her, sat down opposite her, and handed her chopsticks. Her slender bones were clear, and she could not see that her beautiful hands could cook. She had never been late before. She thought that he could not cook as well as other childe brothers in Beijing.

"Press, try the taste. It's not necessarily to your taste."

Jiang Nuan picked up the chopsticks full of worries, lowered his long eyelashes and looked at him secretly, "when did you learn to cook? Didn't Mother Wang always cook before? "

"Five years ago, you left a divorce agreement and it suddenly disappeared. I bought a house outside the rose garden. I usually live outside. I only go home on Saturdays and weekends. Occasionally, my friends will come to play with me. As time goes by, I learn to do some things, but not much."

He only knows simple home dishes, and more complicated ones only know hotpot, which is still taught by appearance.

Ginger warm buried in eating, eating while tangled, how she heard the resentment, she should have heard it wrong.

She raised her head and aimed at the man opposite. The black coat was on him, which made his cold white skin more conspicuous. His skin color could control this deep color, and he could wear it well.

He has a normal expression, holding a fried dough stick in his left hand. Eating a fried dough stick makes him feel advanced. However, looking at the look on his face, it seems that he just said it casually.

Jiang Wenxu breathed and put his heart back in his stomach.

After breakfast, she specially called the Research Institute for a day off, changed her clothes, took the small bag on the sofa, and said to the man who packed the dishes, "the airport hasn't called me yet. Let's go, let's go to the airport."

Fu Yi folded his eyelids, and his mood seemed not very good. He said, "you are so anxious to help me find something. It seems that you don't want me to continue to live in your house."

"What?" Jiang Nuan was changing his shoes, but he didn't hear clearly. After changing his shoes, he got up and looked at him blankly, "what did you just say, I didn't hear you."

Fu Yi's chest choked with a group of sullen, expressionless came, "even if you don't hear it!"

Jiang Nuan, "..." what? How can she get angry again? People say that a woman's heart is like a sea needle. How can she feel that someone's heart is comparable to a sea needle, which can't be provoked.

Can't afford to hide, she quickly drove out the car in the yard after opening the door and stopped at the door waiting for the car.

Fu Yi then came out, opened the front passenger's door with a smelly face, and bent down to sit on it.

"Pop." There was a sound and the door closed.

Jiang Nuan listened to the door that he closed, and his mouth twitched. He couldn't understand why he didn't go to work well. He accompanied him to the airport to find his passport, which made the boss unhappy.