Chapter 33

Early Saturday morning.

Dou Wei'er and ye fall in love with each other for a morning run. When they come back, they take a bath and start to make up.

After putting on makeup, ye Qingxin comes out of the bathroom. She stares at Ye Qingxin for a few seconds and says, "I really want to clean jingboyuan with you."

Ye Qingxin: "can you do something good? Isn't it better to be a designer assistant in a big company than a casual worker? "

Dou Wei'er: "you know that's not my goal."

Ye Qingxin

Dou Wei'er's eyes suddenly brightened, "otherwise, I'll go with you. This weekend, he must rest at home. At that time, I'll knock him down and eat him dry. Then I'll be jingboyuan's woman! Hey, hey... "

Ye Qingxin: "do you dare?"

Dou Wei'er's high morale suddenly died out, shrinking his neck, "dare not."

Ye Qingxin

Ye Qingxin in the morning in the central square to a men's Hospital leaflets, lunch at noon to rush to Nanshan villa.

When she arrived, it was Jing Boyuan who opened the door for her.

He wore a very casual home clothes, less serious than usual, more leisure.

Ye Qingxin quietly looked into the villa, did not see Aunt Zhang.

Jing Boyuan said, "Aunt Zhang is not here."

Ye Qingxin looks at jingboyuan. This person's eyes are too poisonous. She looks inside, and he can see what she is thinking?

Few of these people dare to play tricks in front of him.

"Can you cook?" Asked Jing Boyuan.

Ye Qingxin a Leng, he has not eaten yet?

On second thought, yes, Aunt Zhang is not here. He will not do it by himself. It happens that she will come to clean the villa. The ready-made labor force is not in vain.

If you are a businessman, you are good at calculation and don't waste any human resources.

Ye Qingxin told the truth: "a little, but the cooking is not good, I don't know if Jing can always get used to it."

Jing Boyuan's deep eyes seized her, for a moment, light voice: "no harm."

Then he turned to the door of the foreign house.

Ye Qingxin closes the door of the villa and follows in.

What can I do for jingboyuan?

She's standing in front of the refrigerator worrying.

There are vegetables, meat and seafood in the refrigerator, but... She can only make some simple food.

For example, boiled noodles.

Jingboyuan is used to the delicacies of mountains and seas. I think his stomach must be very delicate. Is it OK to cook bowl noodles?

Coming out of the kitchen, the whole villa was empty, and I didn't know where jingboyuan was. Just after she came in, he was gone.

"Mr. king?" She called tentatively.

There was no response.

"Mr. king?" Turn up the volume.

Still no one should.

Ye Qingxin does not dare to rush, so he takes out his mobile phone and makes a call to jingboyuan.

Study.

Jingboyuan is wearing headphones, listening to the work report of the people in the computer.

The screen of the mobile phone suddenly lights up.

Calm eyes swept in the past, pause, said "wait a moment" to the people in the computer in fluent English, took off the headset, took the mobile phone out of the study.

Standing in front of the guardrail and looking downstairs, ye Qingxin just holds his mobile phone and looks up to the upstairs.

The four eyes meet.

Men are condescending and powerful, just like kings, which makes people surrender unconsciously.

Ye Qingxin grasped the mobile phone, pursed his lips and asked him, "I don't know much. Can I cook noodles for you?"

Jing Boyuan looked down at the beautiful and moving face downstairs. His bright eyes seemed to be full of mountains and rivers, fresh and clear.

It's a pair of clean eyes that people never forget and can make people relaxed and happy.

Jing Boyuan has been immersed in shopping malls for more than ten years. He has seen too many people's eyes. He is the only one who is calculating, flattering, respectful and admiring.

I vaguely remember that when I first saw her more than ten years ago, she was looking at him with such a pair of pure eyes. With the change of years, her appearance was earth shaking, but the brilliance in her eyes was exactly the same as that at the beginning.

For a long time, he pulled his thoughts away from his memory and answered in a calm voice, "whatever."

Whatever?

The most casual answer in the world is casual.

Ye Qingxin stares at the ingredients in the refrigerator and thinks for a while. Since he says casually, it's better to make tomato and egg noodles. It's easy to make.

Is it too plain?

Let's have some more prawns.

After making up her mind, ye Qingxin began to work.

In the study.

Sitting behind the computer, Jing Boyuan's strong body leans on the back of his chair with overlapping long legs and wearing earphones. His expression is serious and serious. He seems to be concentrating on the overseas video conference. But if you look carefully, you will find that his deep black eyes are full of a faint haze.

He's in a trance.

Ye Qingxin's bright and smart eyes are always swinging before his eyes, which makes him unable to concentrate.

"That's all for today, and the rest for tomorrow's meeting."

Fork out the video and get up.

When he opened the door of his study, Jing Boyuan immediately heard the sound of washing vegetables in the kitchen, followed by the sound of chopping board touching the top of the cabinet, and then the sound of cutting vegetables.

It's jingling.

Jingboyuan lit a cigarette and stood leaning against the guardrail with a deep expression.

I've heard this kind of sound before, but I don't know why. Today, I feel it's very pleasant.

Ye Qingxin probably has no talent for cooking.

I used to cook a lot at home, but I just couldn't make delicious food. It was either light or salty, and I couldn't handle it properly. I didn't learn and fight easily.

She looked at the pot inside the bar rolling, dare not put more salt, little by little, put a little taste, until feel salty, just stop.

After a while, I picked some noodles to taste. When they were ripe, I immediately turned off the fire.

I took a soup bowl from the cupboard, filled the noodles and soup, and put a few prawns on the top. It looks like that.

Ye Qingxin hooked his lips with satisfaction, picked up the bowl and turned to the table.

Inadvertently looking up, I saw a figure of Wei'an standing half a meter away. The owner of the figure was staring at her with deep eyes. She was so surprised that her hand trembled and the hot soup spilled on the back of her hand. Then, with a "Hua La", the soup and bowl smashed on the marble floor.

The bowl fell apart and the soup splashed.

The next moment.

Ye Qingxin didn't know what to do, so the cold water poured on the back of his hand, alleviating the pain that he didn't have time to wreak havoc.

Jing Boyuan grabs Ye Qingxin's wrist and takes out his mobile phone to make a phone call.

"Xiaoyu, send a doctor to Nanshan villa. A friend of mine is scalded."