Good Morning, Mr. President!

Dry your face and go out.

"Morning, Miss, your breakfast kitchen is ready." She went downstairs and the housekeeper greeted her.

She smiled briefly, "Thank you."

She walked into the restaurant with no surprises, and her sweet porridge and eggs were always on the table. There is no coffee today. Instead, I changed to milk and a bowl of soup for nourishing the stomach.

As soon as I sat down and tasted a few bites, I heard footsteps coming in from the outside.

The man in the kitchen came in and prepared another breakfast opposite her.

Also very light taste.

Everything is delicate and exquisite.

I held the spoon's hand and tightened.

Sure enough, breakfast was set, and Tang Yan came in. Gray pajamas, casually put on him, luxurious and lazy.

I just glanced at it and stopped looking, pretending to eat breakfast seriously. The opposite Tang Yan never even saw her. The atmosphere of the entire breakfast was inexplicable. Not to mention the concubine, even the servants on the side felt inexplicably nervous.

"Miss Mi, young master, isn't breakfast good for both?"

The steward came in and saw that the breakfast before them hadn't changed much, and couldn't help asking. If that's the case, let the kitchen adjust the recipe.

Someone finally spoke, breaking the silence, and I followed with a sigh of relief. Shaking his head, the steward smiled, "No, they are all delicious. I just took the medicine, and my mouth is bitter."

Her smile can reveal to everyone.

However, he will not deal with him alone.

Tang Yan across the table, looking at her smiling face, a little gloomy in her eyes.

One day, he has to make this chick smile at him all day long, and only smile at him alone!

"You stay at noon and cook in person." He began, speaking with a tone of command, not negotiation. Moreover, these words were spoken to the opposite uncle.

I looked up at him, something unknown. The chefs of the Tang family are all chefs. How can she use her?

"Not happy?" Tang Yan slowly put down the cutlery in his hand, took a napkin and wiped his lips, every movement was extremely elegant.

Then lazily leaned back, and the nobleman of the Guiling people showed his attitude, "It's time to calculate the interest with you. Don't you know how to boil soup? In the future, give me a weekly cook Twice soup-butler, let the kitchen now give me the best bullwhip there. "

"Why, what?" The housekeeper thought he must have heard it wrong.

"Bullwhip." Tang Yan calmly repeated these two words, and Xia Ling went over to him, "Let You do it herself, she is very good."

I am a little inexplicable. This young master, did he whip with the bullwhip?

She lowered the spoon slowly and looked up at Tang Yan. "I can't do it."

"Really?" His voice was light, as gentle as ever, but sharp, "Is he really not doing it, or is it only for Mo Xun?"

"If you really want to drink, you can have someone go to my house and bring the rest of the soup. Let the kitchen heat up and drink."

As soon as this remark was over, everyone on the side was shocked.

This is what Miss Yun said ...

From small to large, which is the best for young masters to eat and wear? Now, can I drink the rest of others?

After I finished speaking, I also felt the cold projected from the opposite side, '唰 唰' was like a knife.

"What do you mean ... Let me pick up what is left of other men?" Tang Yan finally spoke, her lips sneer, and she looked at her lazily and proudly, "Well, you are afraid I haven't figured out the situation yet-I don't want others to play with the rest. "

After a short pause, his lips were sharpened and his cold sharpness spread out. "Especially people! Whoever I dare to touch, I will let him regret being a man in this life!"

My heart trembled, remembering Li Chenghao's hand that was abolished, and almost lost his life, she explained: "Mo Xun and I are not what you think. Don't deal with him."

"You're talking nonsense in front of me again, I dare not guarantee anything."

Tang Yan's pride penetrates into his bones and cannot tolerate half provocation.

I didn't want to involve Mo Xun, but I sighed helplessly and quietly explained, "I won't make that kind of soup. The pot of soup you saw wasn't my stew either. Yes. So ... don't embarrass me. "

Her explanation made Don Juan pause.

Didn't she stew it?

and so……

Last night, did you lose your temper?

Tang Xuan believed in Xun's explanation. The original condensation on the surface gradually dissipated and turned into the past indifference. But, the next moment, what did I think of, and narrowed my eyes again, "You are living with a man drinking bullwhip soup every day?"

"... You said it last night, he wasn't interested in me." Speaking of what happened last night, I could not help feeling a little wronged.

Tang Yan's temperament came inexplicably. Moreover, she didn't understand the reason and didn't know what to call “respect”, so she didn't want to pay attention to Tang Yan anymore, just took the spoon and continued to drink porridge.

Opposite, Tang Yan knew that she was thinking about last night. Looking at the small face, his lips moved and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anyway if he apologized. In the end, it was just a sloppy head and a housekeeper who said, "The bullwhip is fine, stop it."

housekeeper:"……"

I don't know which drama I sang ~

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After that, the two were speechless. I couldn't stand the silence, and finally dropped my chopsticks and walked out of the restaurant. Tang Yan looked at the back and suddenly lost his appetite. He put down his chopsticks and followed.

Walking to the hall, I heard she was talking to Tang and Song. The sound was soft and soft, like cotton.

"I want to rush to work in the magazine in the afternoon, so can I opt out of intravenous injection?"

"Well, you can have an intramuscular injection, but the effect will be slower."

"It's okay, I'm in a hurry."

"Okay, you ..."

"What injection did you just say?" Before Tang Song's words were finished, a voice suddenly inserted. He only felt that the man's breath was approaching from behind. He stood behind her and let her breath tighten.

Thinking of last night, my heart was a bit scared, and I bit my lip and didn't answer his words.

However, Tang and Song did not care for her and answered, "Intramuscular injection."

Tang Yan glanced coolly at Tang and Song, his long arms stretched out, and embraced Yao's waist. With a little force, she carried her over, letting her back rest tightly against her chest, and asked gently, "Where to fight?"

Tang and Song were struck by his eyes. The next moment, he suddenly understood why his face was so ugly.

This intramuscular injection is spanking!

Dare to love this guy stingy to this extent!