C223 You are responsible for your beauty like a flower

It was already evening when Gong Yichen had finally settled the company's matters. He rubbed his swollen forehead and drove home through the busy streets.

I wonder how Yinyin is doing.

Gong Yichen's mind was filled with that cute doll. The cute girl smirked as she thought about it.

When he came back to his senses, he realized it was a red light. He stopped the car in a fluster, but almost hit the old man on the zebra crossing.

The old man was frightened as he sat on the ground trembling. Gong Yichen immediately got off the car, "Are you alright?" He helped the old man to a bench and apologized profusely.

The old man didn't blame Gong Yichen too much, he only warned him again and again to be careful when driving.

After confirming over and over again that the old man was alright, Gong Yichen then relaxed and returned to the car, driving away.

It was already six o'clock in the morning. Stars were already hanging sparsely in the sky, which was not dyed red.

The air in the city was good, as clear as Song Jiayin's smile.

Gong Yichen looked at the sky which was gradually becoming darker, and his heart was a little anxious. Thinking about how Wu Zihao and that little bastard Wu Zihao had teamed up to harm Yin Yin, Gong Yichen suffocated even more, afraid that something might happen to Song Jiayin.

That guy, he has good limbs and doesn't have any brains. What does he believe in? I really don't know how he came here without me. He should have been kidnapped and sold off by traffickers.

Gong Yichen stepped on the throttle again, the night wind whizzing past his ears blew his thoughts all over the place.

"I'm back." He closed the door of the villa and changed into a pair of shoes.

"Hmm?" "You're back. You can stay there for a while. I'll be done cooking in a while, so we can start eating." Song Jiayin was wearing an apron, and upon hearing Gong Yichen's familiar voice, she stuck her head out from the kitchen, laughed lightly and wiped the sweat off her forehead, then said to Gong Yichen who had just placed the briefcase on the sofa in the living room.

Gong Yichen looked at her lovingly. His small body was wrapped in an apron that did not match her height. He could not help but chuckle softly.

Their head chef, Chef Liu, was a burly young man. Therefore, the apron that was given to him was also very big. This little girl didn't even know to ask and just wore this huge apron, it didn't bother her at all.

"Isn't there a cook at home? There's no need for you to cook. And the food you make... "It's hard to say whether or not I can eat it." He joked as he looked at the stuffy dishes in the pot and put on a look of disdain.

"If you don't want to eat it, you don't have to." Song Jiayin rolled her eyes and continued to cut the radish into threads. She was so proud that she didn't want to bother with him.

When Gong Yichen saw her cutting the radish angrily, as if he was cutting it for himself, the smile on his face grew even brighter.

"There's really no need for you to cook. "You said that you were so clumsy that if you cut off your own finger, you could let us eat it?" Gong Yichen said in amusement.

In truth, Gong Yichen only wanted Song Jiayin to stop working so hard, but he did not expect that after he said those words, Song Jiayin would become even more angry, so he simply turned his back towards Gong Yichen and ignored him.

Gong Yichen knew that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly changed his words, "I didn't marry you to make you my servant, but as for you, you are in charge of looking as beautiful as a flower." He supported Song Jiayin's shoulders with his hands and pretended to be humble and fawning on her.

"I just want to make some of my grandpa's handmade dishes for him to try." Song Jiayin turned and looked at Gong Yichen with a depressed expression as she explained.

Song Jiayin did indeed like this senior, he spoke up for her at all times and was willing to believe in her. Song Jiayin had never had a mother since she was young. Her father had also died, her stepmother had remarried, and she had attended university. She had not contacted her family for a long time.

"Hmm, you've learnt to please your elders. Not bad, you look more and more like my wife now." Gong Yichen could not hold back his laughter and extended his hand to rub Song Jiayin's head, revealing her white teeth.

He did not know what to say anymore. Song Jiayin, this girl, was very stubborn, even a bank card should not be twisted. He had to lie for a long time before giving her the card.

Looking at Song Jiayin's serious expression, Gong Yichen said, "As for me, I can't beat you. But is your apron really comfortable? "

Song Jiayin lowered her head to look at the apron that almost reached her feet, pouted her mouth, and unhappily replied: "Then your family doesn't have any other aprons, I just saw this one …"

After Gong Yichen heard this, he sighed helplessly, "If you can't see, you can ask! There are so many servants in the house, it's not for decoration. Normally, you talk a lot when you talk back, but at critical moments, you're so unreliable. " He shook his head lightly and said to Song Jiayin, "Wait."

Gong Yichen turned around and walked to the storage shelf in front of the villa's entrance. With his slender hand, he fished out the unopened small apron.

He shook the apron in his hands and walked into the kitchen. He pulled Song Jiayin's collar and carried him to her side like a chick.

He took off the purple black apron around her neck and returned it to the hook beside her.

He wore a light green apron over Song Jiayin's head, his fingertips fluttering as he deftly tied a beautiful bow behind her waist.

"Alright." He held Song Jiayin's shoulders and made her turn around to face him. Seeing her pouting awkwardly without even looking at his, Gong Yichen knew in his heart that his family's Yin Yin had definitely only given her the apron because he had laughed at her for such a long time, and was still angry.

He reached out and grabbed Song Jiayin's waist, and gently nibbled at her ear: "Don't be angry, hm?"

Song Jiayin pushed Gong Yichen away shyly, and just as she wanted to scold him, he saw him walk towards the kitchen counter in a big strides.

Gong Yichen skillfully picked up the kitchen knife, and in a few moves, he cut down the radish that Song Jiayin did not finish chopping.

Song Jiayin also did not expect Gong Yichen to be so adept at cooking, with such beautiful knife skills, she was stunned for a moment and could not think of anything else.

Gong Yichen finished preparing the vegetables and meat that he was about to cut, and turned to see Song Jiayin's shocked expression and brain that did not react to it for a long while.

He laughed and tapped Song Jiayin's forehead lightly, allowing her to restart, "It's painful." Song Jiayin sighed as she covered her head.

"Those who don't know would think that you've been seduced by me!" "Look at the twelve big words written on your face."

"What is it?" Song Jiayin asked curiously.

"My friends and I were all stunned!" He did not continue to laugh at her, and turned around, wanting to continue cooking, but was stopped by Song Jiayin.

"Put it down! I'll do it. After all, I was the one who cooked for my grandfather. You're not allowed to interfere anymore, stand by the side and watch! " Song Jiayin put her hands on her waist and blocked Gong Yichen's way.