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After putting down the bag containing the fireworks, Song Wenxin followed in the footsteps of Jiang Beihan and walked towards the restaurant.

What surprised her was that the villa tonight seemed particularly deserted. After entering the door, she didn't see a servant.

When she walked into the restaurant, she found that there was only Jiang Beihan in the restaurant.

He was sitting at the table at this time, reading the newspaper leisurely.

Shouldn't Shangguan be with him at this time?

"Why didn't you see anyone else?" Song Wenxin glanced at Jiang Beihan, who was already seated at the dining table, and asked.

"Song Wenxin, do you know what is a separate candlelight dinner?" Jiang Beihan raised an eyebrow, and then asked her back.

When they are alone, no one else needs to be present.

Song Wenxin slipped his lips, nodded helplessly, and then asked in confusion, "Where have they all gone?"

She's not just referring to the servants, but also Shangguan.

Does he ignore his old lover?

"Today's New Year's Day, I let them all take a holiday!" He glanced at Song Wenxin, then said indifferently.

After hearing what he said, Song Wenxin nodded in understanding.

Also, today is New Year's Day. Most people want to be with their family.

"Where's that candlelight dinner?" She slowly walked to the table, sat across from Jiangbeihan, and glanced at the empty table in front of her.

Didn't he say on the phone that there was a candlelight dinner? But don't talk about candlelight dinner now, there is not even a piece of bread on the table.

Wouldn't he ... let the chef have a holiday too?

"There are ingredients in the kitchen, you do it." Wen Yan, Jiang Beihan hooked his lips, extended his slender index finger, and pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

Sure enough ... Song Wen was ashamed, and the whole person was bad.

She received a call from Jiang Beihan and returned directly. She did n’t eat much at home. She is still hungry.

I thought it would be delicious to come back, but I did not expect that Jiang Beihan, a big adulterer, let her do it herself!

"I won't." Song Wenxin looked at him with a bit of breakdown. She usually did some simple housework after washing at home, mopping the floor, and cooking such difficult things. She wouldn't ...

However, if it's boiled noodles and fried eggs can be considered cooking, then she can barely.

"I won't go to school, and make it for me in the future!" Jiangbei Han said for granted.

"Isn't there a chef in the villa, where do I need to make it!" Song Wenxin said reluctantly.

With so many chefs and maids in his house ... even if he just finds a maid in charge of cleaning, he will definitely cook better than her!

"Song Wenxin, you haven't heard a word. To grab a man's heart, you have to grab his stomach first?" At this time, Jiang Beihan set the newspaper aside, then narrowed his eyes to look at her.

He heard Song Wen's heart stunned.

What he meant was, did she have to grab his stomach first if she wanted to grab his heart?

"Why ... what does that mean ... I don't understand ..." Song Wen said with a red face, awkwardly.

Whose stomach did she want to grab?

"Then I explain to you, Song Wenxin, if you want to grab my heart, you can first consider grabbing my stomach with cooking skills." Jiang Beihan hooked his lips, then leaned on the table with one hand, leaning forward Leaning and looking down at Song Wenxin who was sitting on the dining chair.