Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

In the restaurant of Mingdi Villa, there are plates of fragrant and attractive dishes filled with long dining tables.

At the dining table, He Lan, who had just finished taking a shower and was wearing only a light home clothes, held her long hair wrapped in a dry towel with one hand, picked up a piece of ribs with the other hand, and held it in her mouth enchantingly, making a sound of tsk.

"Um...tsk...taste...taste...taste..."

He Lan's mouth was full of bulging, and her peach-colored face after taking a shower showed a different charm.

"I said to Mr. Wang, have you learned this cooking skill? This taste is something that ordinary people cannot make!"

In the semi-open Chinese-style kitchen, Wang Xuebin walked out with a pot of West Lake beef soup in one hand. Seeing He Lan's pretending posture, he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckled.

"I learned it from Shaolin Temple Back Kitchen, China Cooking Training Academy, and Master Wuhuan..."

"Tsk! Come on, why don't you say you learned from Stephen Chow?"

He Lan rolled his eyes beautifully, picked up a rib with his hand again, and came to Wang Xuebin's side, and feasted with scent, but his eyes were charming and glancing at the man beside him.

But Wang Xuebin, who was beside him, turned a blind eye to it and just looked at her with a smile, and her face turned redder a little.

"Why are you always staring at people..."

If Xiao Chuchu heard this sound of exceeding the standard of sweetness, he would never believe that this person would be his best friend whom he had known for many years.

One is an independent and capable strong female president, and the other is an older girl who acts cute and cute. She can't even draw the same mark...

"Go to change your clothes, someone comes to have a meal. If they want to see you, they must not misunderstand what I have to do with you!

I didn't eat meat and was so sexy. How unfair do you think I'm so unfair?"

Wang Xuebin sorted out the platters on the table, threw the ribs that He Lan had thrown on the table into the trash can, wiped his hands with a towel beside him, turned around and walked towards the kitchen again.

"Then do you eat it? I, a weak woman, can you stop you from eating meat? I, a girl, have the meat on every family, and it's all over your mouth. Who do you blame if you don't eat it?"

In a resentful tone, Wang Xuebin in the kitchen was not grateful at all, and shook his head and shouted:

"Hurry changing your clothes, someone will come later. Look at what you look like when you wear this outfit?"

Listening to Wang Xuebin's words, He Lan turned his eyes and muttered, very unhappy.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something. She looked at the dishes on the table, her eyebrows moved, twisted her graceful waist, and came to the semi-open kitchen, poked out half of her head, looked at Wang Xuebin, who was still busy inside, raised her eyebrows and asked:

"Who will come later? It's not that vixen again, right?"

"Vox spirit?"

Hearing this title, Wang Xuebin brows, couldn't help but shake his head and laugh out loud. He turned around and looked at He Lan, who was jealous of jealousy, and said with a smile:

"It's Chuchu. She should have brought two friends, or maybe one. She came to me to ask for some advice!

In addition, Xiaoyu is my assistant and the future president of the group. When your company is acquired, she will also be your boss. Let her hear your name and be careful that she will wear small shoes for you!"

"Tsk! I'm not afraid!"

He Lan slapped his mouth and said the shameless words with the strongest and most capable posture.

"At worst, I won't sell it anymore. Once the company is closed, I will move to your house, eat yours, and live in yours. If you dare not be responsible, I will advertise all over the world, so that people all over the world can see your face that will be abandoned all the time!"

"Start and end up abandoning?"

Looking at He Lan with a proud look on his face, Wang Xuebin not only showed a laughing and crying expression.

"What did I start to be confused? I will stop to be confused?"

As soon as Wang Xuebin finished speaking, He Lan glanced at him with disdain, and shook his head while making a sound of tsk in his mouth.

"...Tsk tsk... It's not that you didn't give you a chance, but that you are useless. Who can you blame?"

After saying that, his head turned cutely and walked upstairs with a charming posture. He was almost at the corner, and he stopped and looked back and licked his lips temptingly, as if he was afraid that the man opposite would not be moved.

Unfortunately, Wang Xuebin, who was unfamiliar with the charm, just focused on looking at the pot on the stove, and did not notice the pleasing scenery behind him at all.

"snort!"

Seeing this scene, He Lan snorted heavily and twisted her body to walk upstairs.

In the kitchen, Wang Xuebin looked back as if he was aware, shook his head and smiled, and continued to pay attention to the last dish on the stove.

Keep a fire slowly, and keep less water. When the heat is sufficient, he will be beautiful. If the heat is not hot, it will taste dry. It will not be pleasing to both ends, and it will not be worth the loss...

...

A car slowly drove into the quiet residential area. It was midsummer, but there was a faint refreshing feeling in the residential area.

The mist is everywhere, and as the breeze blows, a refreshing freshness blows over my face. Through the car window, the misty greenness can be seen everywhere makes people feel relaxed and happy.

"it's beautiful……"

Lu Xiaoqian murmured, Xiao Chuchu, who was driving carefully in front of him, couldn't help but show his pride of honor when he heard his words.

"Of course, this project was designed and supervised by our Mr. Wang himself, integrating the northern palace with the southern garden style, and winning the Pritzker Architecture Award!

I sue you, Pritzker is the Nobel in the construction industry, and Mr. Wang is the first designer in China to win the Pritzker Architecture Prize?”

"You Mr. Wang is still a designer?"

Hearing Xiao Chuchu's words, Lu Xiaoqian asked in surprise. A group boss, the boss who is in charge of tens of thousands of jobs, went to participate in an architectural design award. He felt that he was not doing his job properly...

"Hey, you don't know much, or if you have any questions, how could I bring you to see him?

If there are really geniuses in this world, then we, Mr. Wang, are definitely the top group!

I have never seen any problems that can stump him in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad!

Moreover, he is also a doctor of religion. He is definitely the most authoritative expert in our country about the questions of gods, demons and ghosts. If he can't give you an answer, it will be useless for you to ask anyone!"

Xiao Chuchu was talking with her hands and feet, and her expression gradually became excited. She was dancing as she spoke, but the accelerator of the car was getting faster and faster, and the direction gradually deviated from the right path.

"Cars, cars, cars, brakes!!!"

‘Cruff~~~~ bang!’

‘Bang!’

The harsh brake sound was heard, followed by the muffled sound of the car's shutdown.

After a long time, Lu Xiaoqian opened the car door with difficulty, walked down shakingly, and had a huge bag on his forehead...

In the driving seat, Xiao Chuchu quickly untied her seat belt, pushed the door and got out of the car, and asked carefully:

"...Xiao...Xiao Qian'er...No...It's okay...Or let's turn around and go to the hospital for a look..."

"No!!! No need!!!"

Hearing Xiao Chuchu's words, Lu Xiaoqian was so scared that he was shocked, and quickly stood up and said excitedly:

"Sister... let me go... I'll take your car again, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on to the hospital..."

Listening to Lu Xiaoqian's words, Xiao Chuchu's face turned red. She looked at Lu Xiaoqian embarrassedly, then looked at the car embarrassedly, and said awkwardly:

“………………In fact, as long as you wear a seat belt, it’s not a big problem…

...Because Mr. Wang and Sister He wear seat belts every time they take the bus... I am used to it... I forgot to remind you..."

"No!"

After a long time, Lu Xiaoqian, who felt that he had recovered a little, carefully straightened his body, shook his head gently, and said speechlessly:

"I only have this little life, not enough for you to struggle with... Forget the hospital, I will walk the rest of this road..."

In the villa in the distance, Wang Xuebin, who served the last dish on the table for some reason, showed a smile, turned his head and looked out, his eyes as if penetrated the space.

"It's time to eat..."