I Only Love You In The Whole Wide World

Xia Changyue felt a little bit in his heart.

He holding her bag means to throw the bag on her face and let her roll?

Xia Changyue looked at him with some trepidation, but Yan Chengchi didn't even look at her straightly. He passed her straight and walked towards the elevator.

It's over, he seems to be really angry.

Xia Changyue was frozen in place, turned to look at his indifferent figure, her teeth biting her lips.

"What are you still doing? Want to stay and work overtime?" Suddenly, the man's **** and domineering voice suddenly came into his ears.

Xia Changyue raised her head, stared at him blankly for a few seconds, then ran towards him with his legs, and stood obediently in front of the elevator.

Carefully turned his head to look at his enchanting face...

It turns out that he was not angry, but just got off work?

She actually slept until after get off work...

Xia Changyue reached out and pinched her arm in shame, and didn't even have the courage to peek at Yan Chengchi.

Back at the villa, Xia Changyue quickly found an excuse, ready to sneak back to his room to avoid embarrassment.

Who knew that as soon as the front foot stepped out, the housekeeper walked into the living room on the back foot, and responded respectfully.

"Chi Shao, the chef is not feeling well today. He just took a leave of absence and went home. Should I order takeaway for dinner today?"

Of course you have to order it. If you don’t order what they eat?

Xia Changyue quickly slandered in his heart, stopped, followed the housekeeper and looked at Yan Chengchi.

"No." Yan Chengchi stood proudly, with one hand in his pocket, and slowly turned around, his gaze fell on Xia Changyue, every word, "You do."

"Yes...Ah! I do?" Xia Changyue pointed to his nose, eyes widened in surprise.

I couldn't figure out why this errand fell on her.

She just finished his role as a substitute chef, and now she wants to be his substitute chef... But her cooking skills are not a bit worse than his five-star chef...

The last time he made a few dishes, he seemed to just watch and didn't eat much.

"Have an opinion?" Yan Chengchi's pleasant voice suddenly sank.

"No problem! I'll do it right away!" Xia Changyue shook all over, and threw the bag on the sofa, turning her petite body into the kitchen.

Yan Chengchi looked at her busy back in the kitchen, and the deserted villa seemed to feel at home.

His eyes deepened and his thin lips opened slightly, "Tell the chef that he will not use it this week. He will take annual leave in advance and receive his salary."

"Yes." Although the butler was surprised, he resisted his curiosity and retired respectfully.

Yan Chengchi took off his jacket, loosened his tie, and walked towards the kitchen where she was.

"Is it beef with celery? Or beef with pepper? Yan Chengchi doesn't seem to like spicy food, or celery is better..." Xia Changyue was facing the fresh-keeping cabinet and muttered to himself.

She is not afraid of cooking. What she is afraid of is not knowing what Yan Chengchi likes to eat.

He almost didn't eat the dishes she cooked according to memory last time. In four years, his taste has completely changed. Sadly, her substitute chef does not know his new taste.

Xia Changyue didn't dare to ask him at all, so he could only lie down and look for more nutritious ingredients in the huge fresh-keeping cabinet.

Rich people are afraid of death. She cooks something to keep in good health, so she won't be scolded, right?

"What about the fish? Steamed or braised in brown sauce?" Xia Changyue took out a fish that had been cleaned, her delicate brows wrinkled into a line.

"Steam, remember to add **** slices to remove the fishy." A magnetic voice slowly sounded behind her.