Soft and delicate reborn, she is a beautiful boss

Jian Zhiyan regretted very much that she had asked Song Hewan to help clean up the water in the house caused by Mozart.

He saw Song Hewan sleeping deeply on the wicker chair by the window, her thin face full of tiredness. The girl sometimes frowned and sometimes murmured to herself in her sleep, as if she was having a nightmare, which made him feel even more distressed and distressed.

Blame yourself.

She really shouldn't have been allowed to do this. She was obviously here to have fun, but in the end she was made to do hard labor and she fell asleep from exhaustion. Jian Zhiyan began to feel annoyed at his stupidity, and walked to the fireplace again to put the door on the first floor.

After raising the temperature a few degrees, he took out a blanket and gently put it on Song Hewan.

It was getting late and the room was getting darker, but he was afraid of disturbing the girl's sleep, so he did not turn on the lights in the living room. Instead, he went to the farthest corner and turned on a dim orange floor lamp.

Jian Zhiyan looked at the girl's sleeping face.

A girl's usually pretty face now looks cute and cute. Song Hewan's fair skin and translucent face are as small and delicate as a porcelain doll. Her eyelashes are thick and long, hanging on her eyelids, making her even more attractive.

It was unbearable and made me want to secretly kiss her.

Immediately, Jian Zhiyan was stunned by his obscene thoughts. How could he have such thoughts... Is this normal?

The girl fell asleep for a long time, and Jian Zhiyan sat quietly in the darkness watching her. He did nothing, just waited for Song Hewan to wake up.

Mozart seemed to have noticed the tiredness of his beautiful sister. Instead of running around the room and jumping around and making mischief, he also nestled in his doghouse and lay down quietly.

Suddenly, the girl frowned and her body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if she felt uncomfortable. Jian Zhiyan was at a loss. Was she having a nightmare?

Just when he was extremely nervous, the girl suddenly opened her eyes.

Jian Zhiyan's worried heart was relieved. She looked at the dark sky and thought that it was getting late, so she said softly to the girl: "Are you awake? Are you hungry?"

Song Hewan had just woken up, her eyes were still blurry and her brain was groggy. She felt that she was indeed hungry, so she nodded blankly and said, "Hungry."

She looked so cute and cute like a little white rabbit that had just woken up from sleep. Jian Zhiyan couldn't help but be moved. He smiled tenderly at her. "Then you sit here and rest for a while, and I'll do it for you."

meal."

Song Hewan still had a blank expression. After a while, she came back to her senses.

She was so sleepy that she fell asleep like this in the living room of Jian Zhiyan's house without anyone else around. Wait a minute, what did Jian Zhiyan just say? He wanted to cook for himself?

Song Hewan looked confused. It turns out that Jian Zhiyan can also cook?!

In her opinion, a pampered young man like him usually has servants to do everything and does not need to do it himself. Can he do such a thing as cooking?

As she had guessed, Jian Zhiyan had indeed not cooked very often.

His meals at home were always carefully arranged by Uncle Li. However, when Song Hewan agreed to come to his home on the weekend, he practiced all day long.

On Friday, he did not go back to school. Instead, he concentrated on learning how to cook with the chef in the kitchen of Jian's villa.

This move shocked everyone working at Jian's house.

The young master who had never set foot in the kitchen actually stayed in the kitchen all day. Of course, this was immediately known to Jian Zhiyan's mother who was far abroad.

"He is simply obsessed!" Mother Jian was furious.

She thought bitterly: It seemed that it was time to make early plans for her son's marriage, but she couldn't let these charming people take away her son's soul.

Song Hewan walked to the kitchen, looked at Jian Zhiyan's busy back, and asked suspiciously: "Um, Jian Zhiyan, can you cook?"

Jian Zhiyan thought for a while and replied seriously: "Yes."

"Have you done it before?"

Jian Zhiyan thought about it again and said to Song Hewan, "Well, I did it yesterday."

"What?" Song Hewan asked in surprise, "You mean - today is your second time cooking?"

"Yes." Jian Zhiyan said frankly.

Uh... Song Hewan touched her growling stomach, and a bad premonition surged in her heart. She felt that it was necessary for her to struggle again.

"Well, how about I help you get started?" Song Hewan asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, Jian Zhiyan said righteously: "No, I have exhausted you this afternoon. I will never allow you to do these jobs again. You can't cook either, just sit in the living room."

When you rest, you can watch TV or play games with a controller for a while. I will take care of all the food and clothing matters from now on."

Jian Zhiyan's words made it clear that it would be the same not only today, but also in the future, but Song Hewan did not notice his wording. She secretly thought to herself that when Jian Zhiyan spoke... he sounded like a boss.

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However, Jian Zhiyan has only cooked for the second time today. Can the food he cooks be eaten? Song Hewan touched her belly and felt that it was a little pitiful. She won't be hungry like this tonight, right? Can she eat it now?

Go buy some snacks?

Song Hewan returned to the living room and sat down obediently. Mozart saw that she had woken up and became active again, running around the room happily, acting like an atmosphere group.

Mozart took his favorite ball in his mouth, handed it to Song Hewan, and motioned to her with his eyes. "Come and play, pretty sister, play ball with me."

Song Hewan understood what Mozart meant. She threw the ball far away. Mozart ran out, chasing the pink ball. He caught up with the ball in a few steps and caught it in one mouthful. Then, it seemed to have won again.

He looked like he was rolling on the ground happily.

After playing for a while, Song Hewan could smell the fragrant smell of food filling the room.

This smells pretty good, she thought to herself.

Jian Zhiyan brought the prepared meals to the table one by one, including shrimps with smooth eggs, boiled okra, sweet and sour short ribs, and two bowls of rice. He walked to the wine cabinet, touched the red wine bottle, and put it down after hesitating for a few seconds. Then

, he walked to the refrigerator and took out a large bottle of juice.

It's not that he doesn't want to drink. He doesn't trust his own self-control now.

"He Wan, come and eat."

He called her so affectionately that Song Hewan suddenly had the illusion that the two of them were already an old couple. When she came back to her senses, she thought to herself: Beauty is really misleading. Looking at Jian Zhiyan's handsome face, it is easy to have dreams. She is like this

What are you thinking in your head?!

The boy didn't know what the girl was thinking, but when he saw that her fair little face was as red as a peach blossom, she looked very charming, and he was fascinated for a moment.

Song Hewan walked to the dining table and saw the steaming hot food on the table. It was delicious, delicious and mouth-watering, and the glutton in her stomach couldn't help but scream a few times.

Jian Zhiyan looked at her and smiled fondly and said, "You must be hungry. Sit down quickly and try my handiwork."

Many people say that if you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach. Song Hewan thinks this is quite reasonable, but the gender should not be too stuck.

She felt that she was about to be conquered by Jian Zhiyan's cooking skills.

Three simple home-cooked dishes, he actually made them so delicious!

If she hadn't known about Jian Zhiyan's family situation, Song Hewan would have never believed that this was his second time cooking. How could he be so good at cooking? How could he make simple meals so delicious! She really wanted to worry about her previous doubts.

Feel sorry.

Little did she know that Jian Zhiyan had hired a chef to teach her the day before and studied all day.

Seeing Song Hewan eating with a satisfied expression, Jian Zhiyan felt a sense of accomplishment for the first time in his life. He had never felt the sense of accomplishment before when he became the top candidate in the college entrance examination or won a competition.

It was a sense of accomplishment that made the person he liked feel satisfied and happy because of his own efforts. At this moment, he hoped that he and Song Hewan could go on like this forever. He would cook for her for the rest of his life, watching

She smiles happily when she enjoys the food, and looks cute when she eats all the food.

"Wow, the food you cooked is so delicious. The second time you cooked it, you almost caught up with the restaurant's chef. You are so awesome!" Song Hewan never hesitated to praise others.

Jian Zhiyan was a little embarrassed by the praise. After a while, he said lightly: "If you like it, I will cook it for you in the future."

This is like a promise and a confession.

But Song Hewan didn't intend to take it seriously, but the atmosphere in the Jian family villa was extremely ambiguous at this time. Song Hewan's eyes met Jian Zhiyan's, and she felt her breathing pause slightly, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated a few minutes.

The boy's eyes were gentle, and the corners of his mouth were raised slightly inadvertently. He smiled sincerely and innocently, and his black and shiny eyes had a fiery affection. Song Hewan felt that her breathing began to become disordered, and she felt a rush of hot blood rushing to the top of her head, and her whole face

His face was warm and hot.

She seemed a little moved.

Song Hewan shook her head, trying to wake up. She cleared her throat, changed the subject, and asked: "By the way, are you from Ninghai? Where are you celebrating the Chinese New Year?"

Only then did Jian Zhiyan realize that the girl didn't seem to know him well. He thought for a while and thought that he should introduce the situation at home to her. It was his fault for not thinking carefully.

"Yes, I am from Ninghai. I was born here and grew up here. I am the only son in the family. My parents live in the suburbs, but they are not in the country now."

"Will you come back during the Chinese New Year?" Song Hewan asked casually.

"It won't happen this year. They still have to deal with some things before they can return to China."

"Then you're going to spend the Chinese New Year alone this year?"

Jian Zhiyan nodded, with a pitiful and lonely look on his face.

Song Hewan couldn't bear it for a moment when she thought that people all over the country were celebrating the New Year with family reunions, leaving only Jian Zhiyan and a dog in this empty house. Somehow, she impulsively asked him

: "Then do you want to go to my house to celebrate the New Year?"

After saying that, it was as if there was a villain in her mind beating her, "Hey, have you lost your mind? In what capacity does Jian Zhiyan go home with you? What do your parents think?"

But once the words have been spoken, it is difficult to take them back.

As if he was succeeding, Jian Zhiyan raised an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, and then he returned to his pitiful expression, "Really? That's great, I feel lonely and lonely during the New Year alone."

His eyes were clear and bright, and he looked at Song Hewan wetly, like a dog that was afraid of being abandoned by its owner. He said to Song Hewan with his usual ascetic and indifferent face aggrievedly: "Thank you, I will drive with you."

go back."