Madam, Do You Like Me Again

The TV was turned on in the living room, and the sound of stir-frying was heard from time to time in the kitchen. Sitting on the sofa, Su Jian and Aunt Zhou chatted for a while, but received no useful information.

Sure enough, I was thinking too much. Aunt Zhou, besides the parents, can know what else.

Su Jian sighed lightly, put down his phone, and went to the kitchen to see how Qin Yue Fengcai was doing.

President Qin deserves to be President Qin. Facing the stove and the hot oil, there is no panic of those first-time chefs on TV. She has a straight posture, a pot handle in one hand, and a spatula in one hand, as if calmly and calmly. He is a chef who has been in charge for many years.

But distance betrayed her.

The fear in her heart was directly reflected in the distance between her and the stove, Su Jian's heart was warm and distressed. These things can obviously be left to Aunt Zhou to do it, where it is necessary for Qin to come personally.

Qin Yuefeng, who stared at the potato shreds in the pot, calculated the time rigorously, but didn't realize that someone behind him was slowly approaching him.

The dishes were cooked quickly. Qin Yuefeng turned off the heat and was about to put the potato shreds on the plate. A piece of tenderness was placed behind him, and the waist was lightly encircled.

The dazzling diamond light gleamed with love, and her slender ten fingers clasped her tightly. Qin Yuefeng glanced down, curled her lips, and said, "Aren't you waiting for me outside, why did you come in?"

"I'm hungry." Su Jian's chin rested on Qin Yuefeng's shoulder, watching the potato shreds in the pot, his throat bone slipped, and a slight swallowing sound rang in Qin Yuefeng's ear.

Qin Yuefeng chuckled softly when she heard the words, "Then first drink Aunt Zhou's lotus root rib soup."

"I want to eat potato shreds." Su Jian didn't even look at the incubator, but fixed his eyes on the pot.

What hungry is just an excuse, she just wants to taste Qin Yuefeng's craftsmanship the first time.

"Okay." Qin Yuefeng opened the disinfection cabinet and took a pair of chopsticks. Instead of handing it to Su Jian, she personally picked up a chopsticks and potato shreds. "You taste it first."

Afraid of scalding Su Jian, Qin Yuefeng blew it before feeding it to her. The crispy potato shreds were slightly spicy and slightly sour, and salty and delicious. Su Jian nodded, "It's delicious."

Su Jian praised her without hesitation, "Mr Qin's craftsmanship is really good."

Being praised by her, Qin Yuefeng was in full bloom, feeling like a sip of sweet honey, sweet lips and teeth, sweetness all the way to her heart.

Only then had one dish been fried. Qin Yuefeng put the potato shreds on the table, and poured the lotus root ribs soup made by Aunt Zhou into the bone china soup bowl, "You eat first, and I will cook two more dishes."

Su Jian did not agree, turned on the dining table insulation system, and followed Qin Yuefeng back to the kitchen.

Qin Yuefeng calmly calmed down. The recipes for the next two dishes were already in her mind. She took a pot of water and blanched the cleaned okra to make scallion okra.

The **** was slicing, and the phone rang.

Qin Yuefeng looked back to Su Jian for help, "Help me see who is calling."

The phone was placed in the left pocket of the suit and pants. Su Jian followed the voice and took out the phone. The name of the caller ID looked familiar. The senior management of the Qinwang Group knew a little bit, and perhaps could not recognize the face, but Su Jian knew his name.

Come to think of it, this is the director of the capital operation department in charge of film and television investment projects.

Su Jian remained silent, "Zhao Chulin is calling you." He said that he answered the phone and put it in Qin Yuefeng's ear.

She stretched her arms, and people stepped back a few steps to get away, as if I wouldn't listen to you at ease.

Qin Yuefeng listened to Director Zhao's report on the phone, and smiled softly at Su Jian, but her voice was cold and indifferent, "Well, I see, I don't need to respond for now."

There was no small chat on the phone, Qin Yuefeng gave instructions and told Su Jian, "You can hang up."

Zhao Chulin, who was waiting for President Qin to hang up, heard it, and was slightly startled. Is President Qin talking to himself? Before I thought of the answer, the phone was cut off.

Su Jian hung up the phone and didn't mean to return the phone to Qin Yuefeng. He looked at the 29% battery in the upper right corner and said, "The phone is almost out of power. Do you want to charge it for you?"

Her face was calm, but Qin Yuefeng was able to guess Su Jian's plan, smiled, and agreed, "All the things at home are in their original places."

After Su Jian moved away, everything in the house remained unchanged. In Qin Yuefeng's heart, Su Jian was always his wife.

There are three mobile phone charging data lines, one is in the drawer of the living room coffee table, and the other two are in the master bedroom and the study room, both of which are frequently used places.

Su Jian took Qin Yuefeng's phone and went to the living room.

The phone was in front of her, and Su Jian was entangled. She glanced at the direction of the kitchen and told herself not to look at it. She opened WeChat with very disobedient hands.

All opened, just take a look.

Su Jian told herself in her heart that she only glanced at the chat records of Qin Zong and Aunt Zhou, and never looked at the chat records of other people.

There were many chat conversations lying in the message list. Su Jian remembered Qin Yuefeng's habit, no matter who it was, he always noted his full name.

Even if it was given to her, it would also note the two words Su Jian.

Just looking for Aunt Zhou's name, Su Jian saw her first.

Different from the full name remarked in memory, Qin Yuefeng's remarks to herself are Mrs. There is a girl with a cautious heart in front of it, and it is placed on top. It is particularly conspicuous in a column of chat conversation records.

Looking at the familiar avatar, and then at the words "Mrs.", Su Jian's girl's heart thumped and her cheeks were hot.

After walking for a while, she remembered that she had to look at Aunt Zhou's chat records.

Their last chat was about grocery shopping.

Su Jian narrowed her eyebrows and thought, and felt something was wrong. Based on her understanding of Aunt Zhou, Aunt Zhou should ask Qin Yuefeng if she wanted to tell herself what she had concealed. Even if she didn't ask, she would tell Qin Yuefeng about it.

Su Jian was thinking about it, but didn't notice that the sound in the kitchen stopped.

When she raised her head, a person stood in front of her with a smile and looked at her.

Mr. Qin was caught by Mr. Qin while peeking at the phone.

Qin Yuefeng sat down beside Su Jian, stretched out her arms, teased with a gentle smile, "I only have you, no other women."

There is no other woman, and I am not looking into this.

Su Jian didn't know how to answer these words for a while. She put down her phone and changed the subject abruptly, "The dishes are ready?"

"No." Qin Yuefeng smiled unabated, "I came out carrying the food and saw my girlfriend flipping through my phone, so I came over to explain."

Su Jian glanced at the table, and there was indeed an extra plate on the table.

Old Su Jian blushed, trying to push Qin Yuefeng away.

At this moment, she still likes the former President Qin who was gentle and considerate and kept everything in her heart. Now this Qin Yuefeng who pierced her straightforwardly makes people want to find a place to hide.

Qin Yuefeng didn't leak anything, since she didn't let Su Jian know, she wouldn't leave a trace of clues.

She picked up the phone and gave Su Jian generously, "Would you like to flip it over again?"

Su Jian shook his head and refused. Qin Yuefeng dared to give the phone to herself, which proved that everything in the phone could be viewed by herself.

However, she was really curious, what was the unfinished sentence interrupted by Qin Yuefeng.

Seeing Qin Yuefeng's gentle and smiling eyes, Su Jian thought for a while. Aunt Zhou couldn't ask about it, so she could only ask Qin Yuefeng.

"I heard what Aunt Zhou said to you." To know the answer, it was bound to go through an awkward link. Su Jian pondered the sentence and found that there was no euphemistic way. "I have complained about you before, do you know?"

Qin Yuefeng smiled gently, and responded in due course, "I know." She was extremely considerate to Su Jian, and took the initiative to give Su Jian the reason, "It was originally my fault, and it should be my fault."

She knew that Su Jian had to ask more than that, and she waited patiently, her deep and beautiful eyes shining on the person she had liked for a long time.

The scorching gaze was tempting, and a tiny flame was lit in Su Jian's heart, which was fierce in the blink of an eye.

Qin Yuefeng's truth sounds like words of love.

His chest was beating fiercely, Su Jian's gaze swept across her closed lips unconsciously, and the thought of pressing Qin Yuefeng on the sofa for a kiss came out of her heart.

Restraint, restraint, this is not the time to be intimate.

Su Jian took a deep breath, suppressed the thought of kissing, eased his emotions, and uttered the doubts in his heart, "Are you hiding something from me and not letting me know?"

Worrying that Qin Yuefeng lied to herself, Su Jian stretched out her left hand, held her right hand, and reminded Qin Yuefeng with a diamond ring symbolizing love.

She didn't say anything, Qin Yuefeng understood.

Qin Yuefeng nodded and admitted frankly, "Yes." Before Su Jian asked her next question, she blocked her way directly, "But I won't tell you."

This honesty is too much.

Su Jian was stunned after hearing the answer, like a little milk dog deceived by his owner, with dark eyes open.

A few seconds later, Su Jian pounced with a milk dog and knocked Qin Yuefeng down. The weight of the two people was in the soft|soft and spacious sofa, and her reaction was only two words in Qin Yuefeng's eyes, cute.

This is like a person in love.

"What the **** did you hide from me?" Su Jian started to pinch his face, afraid of leaving marks on his white cheeks, and was reluctant to use too much force.

Qin Yuefeng curled her lips and smiled softly, touched the back of Su Jian's head with a hand, and lightly twitched her hair, which she had curled up with her hands, to spread out.

The hair that had lost its restraints slid down like silky silk instantly, and the hair swept across his cheeks, bringing a numb itch. Qin Yuefeng pinched the hairpin and raised her head to kiss Su Jian, turning over and pressing Su Jian against the back of the sofa.

A passionate kiss made Su Jian no longer have the thought of questioning.

Qin Yuefeng withdrew her head, Su Jian covered her face, ashamed of the fragmented sigh.

After the warm body temperature left, Su Jian moved his hand and took a peek, and met the gentle gaze, his heart was hot again, Qin Yuefeng smiled and rubbed her hair, "Lie down and rest for a while. I'll call you."

Gentle and strong, making people totally overwhelmed, Su Jian felt his heartbeat plop to burst into a burst.

Wait, Qin Yuefeng hasn't answered the question yet.

Su Jian stretched out her hand to hold Qin Yuefeng, tightly tugging her wrists to prevent her from leaving, "What are you hiding from me?"

President Qin, who was about to leave, sat back on the sofa and looked sideways at Su Jian. There were a few finger marks on his white wrist. It didn't hurt, but it was quite sensational.

Qin Yuefeng smiled and leaned over her eyebrows and kissed her, and said a love sentence, "I like you without telling you."

"Don't talk about love." Su Jian sat up on the sofa and leaned on the armrest. Qin Yuefeng took a pillow to cushion her waist to make her lean more comfortably, "Mr. Su, I didn't talk about love."

It seemed that Qin Yuefeng really wanted to hide from herself to the end.

Su Jian let go and pushed her away, "Go cook."

There was a sound in the kitchen again, and Su Jian leaned on the sofa and recalled what happened this year.

After frying the last dish, Qin Yuefeng came out of the kitchen, and the person on the sofa disappeared.

The light in the study on the second floor was on, and Su Jian entered her study.