Quick Transmigration: Male Match Guide

Ling Wuwen pretended to sigh helplessly, and said, "Okay ~ then go to the supermarket now and do some shopping."

Song Zhiqian smiled, and replied, "Okay!" Then he drove away——

The two of them went to the supermarket to buy a bunch of things, filling up Song Zhiqian's trunk and back seat.

Seeing himself with a cart full of things, Song Zhiqian couldn't help laughing again: "These things will be moved home later, and we have to walk several times!"

Ling Wuyi looked back at the back seat, and grinned: "Then you can take a few more walks, and treat it as exercise!"

Song Zhiqian's smile deepened, and he nodded again and again: "You're right! Think of it as fitness!"

——Song Zhiqian lives alone in a bachelor apartment, which is very large, but only has one bedroom.

There is also a study room and a gymnasium, the decoration is very simple and elegant.

As soon as he entered the door, Ling Wuwen went to the kitchen first, looked around, and it was indeed as Song Zhiqian said - except for a kitchen, there was really nothing there!

What is the concept of nothing? Just no pots and pans!

Tsk... Fortunately, she bought all these things in the supermarket just now, otherwise she wouldn't know how to eat them!

Song Zhiqian moved the things in the car into the kitchen one by one, Ling Wu rolled up his sleeves, took out the newly bought apron from the shopping bag and put it on, and then began to wash the pots and pans.

Ling Wuwen moved very quickly, Song Zhiqian couldn't help but stand by the kitchen and watch Ling Wuwen after moving everything in.

She lowered her head slightly, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, with a slight smile on her face.

Her fair skin seemed to glow under the light, oh no... Song Zhiqian felt that it was Ling Wuyi who was glowing all over.

Not her looks, but that temperament, the kind that attracted him so much.

"Didn't you cook at home before? You also ordered takeaway when you were resting at home?" Ling Wuxi kept moving her hands, and even took time to talk to Song Zhiqian.

Song Zhiqian nodded: "Well... I had a whim many years ago to cook by myself, but in the end I almost burned the house down."

Speaking of this, Song Zhiqian was still a little embarrassed, and smiled awkwardly: "After that time, I never touched the kitchen. The kitchens in all my houses have become decorations."

"You don't know how to cook, so you can wash the dishes! How about it?" Ling Wuyi looked up at Song Zhiqian.

When Ling Wuyi finished asking this question, she clearly saw Song Zhiqian's face stiffen for a moment.

Seeing Ling Wuwen looking at him, Song Zhiqian hurriedly said, "Um...okay...although I don't know how to cook, I should be able to do the dishes..."

That tone was very weak, without the slightest confidence.

Ling Wuyi raised her eyebrows, tilted her head to look at Song Zhiqian: "Zhiqian, don't tell me, you can't even wash dishes, can you?"

"I will!" Song Zhiqian blinked, turned his head to look at the bowls and chopsticks that had been washed by Ling Wuwen and put them in the disinfection cabinet, and added: "I knew I should replace the bowls with ones that won't break. kind."

Ling Wuyi almost burst out laughing: "Forget it, forget it, in order to avoid the honorable sacrifice of the bowl I just bought, let me wash the dishes! I'm going to start cooking, Mr. Song, you don't need to be here Watch me."

Originally, Ling Wuwen had issued an order to evict customers, but Song Zhiqian went into the kitchen, stared curiously at the rice cooker liner Ling Wuwen held in his hand and said, "I'll just stand here and watch how you cook."

Since Song Zhiqian wanted to see it, of course Ling Wuyi didn't mind showing off her knife skills.

He smiled at Song Zhiqian and started cooking.

——

"How is it? Does it taste good?" After lunch, Ling Wuyi cleaned up a table of empty dishes.

Song Zhiqian rubbed his stuffed stomach, half-closed his eyes: "Well, it's so delicious! That's why I wanted to ask you to be a babysitter before... um... I didn't say anything."

Song Zhiqian felt that Ling Wuyi must have drugged the food, and he actually spoke out what was in his heart.

Ling Wuyi put down the dishes in her hand, walked around the table to Song Zhiqian, and leaned over to look at him.

"I heard it. It turns out that the job you said to find me was to be your nanny?"

Song Zhiqian hurriedly explained, and said, "I didn't know you were Grandpa Zhou's granddaughter before. If I knew...why would I ask you to be a nanny!"

"Oh~ Then you mean you don't want to ask me to be a nanny now, right?"

Song Zhiqian nodded quickly; "Well, no!" I can't afford it either! If Grandpa Zhou knew that he was going to ask Ling Wu to be a nanny, wouldn't he kill him?

Ling Wuxi pouted, with a look of disappointment on her face: "That's really a pity. If I were to be a nanny, I would definitely be a very good nanny."

While talking, Ling Wuwen had already put away the dishes and chopsticks and washed them in the kitchen.

Song Zhiqian stared blankly at Ling Wuwen, agreeing with her words in his heart.

Cooking is so delicious, let alone a nanny, even a top chef in a star-rated restaurant can't compare to her culinary skills——

After washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen again, Ling Wuyi took off her apron and went to the living room.

Song Zhiqian might suddenly have some inspiration for new research and development in his mind, so he went to the study after talking to Ling Wuying.

Ling Wuyi glanced at the study room, the door was not closed, she could see Song Zhiqian writing something inside, very focused.

Shrugging, Ling Wuyi didn't bother him, and turned on the TV to watch at a lower volume.

When Ling Wuxi was watching TV, she still glanced at Song Zhiqian from time to time, and she was already mentally prepared that he would be in the study this afternoon.

After watching a few episodes of the dog blood idol drama, Ling Wu was successfully hypnotized.

There was still a dog blood idol drama playing on the TV, and Ling Wuyue was already lying on the sofa and fell asleep.

Not long after Ling Wuyi fell asleep, Song Zhiqian came out from the study.

Seeing Ling Wuyi fell asleep, he wanted to hug her to bed, but he was afraid of waking her up.

After thinking about it, he went into the room, took the quilt, came out to cover Ling Wuxi, and then turned off the TV.

Song Zhiqian sat on the carpet in front of the sofa, looking at Ling Wuyi who was sleeping soundly, with a smile on his face and soft eyes.

He didn't know what he thought of, and shook his head slightly, as if shaking the thought away.

At this moment, the phone rang suddenly.

Song Zhiqian was startled, worried that Ling Wuyi would be disturbed, so he quickly picked it up and pressed the answer button.

But Ling Wuyi wasn't very sleepy, even if the phone rang once, she was woken up.

Looking at each other, Song Zhiqian was stunned for a moment, and said, "I'll answer the phone first."

Ling Wuxi nodded: "Yes, good."

Only then did Song Zhiqian look at the caller ID on the phone, the caller was Zhou Zhi.

Thinking that there was nothing to avoid Ling Wutian, Song Zhiqian picked it up beside her.

"Hello?"