After the divorce, the boss doted on me

As soon as Ji Lingchuan opened the door, he saw Zhao Cheng who was eavesdropping on the glass wall outside, but the sound insulation in the office was so good that he couldn't hear anything.

Seeing him coming out, Zhao Chengli was standing upright, with a worried expression on his face, "What did Sister Qing say? I wasn't fired, right?"

Ji Lingchuan walked towards the elevator: "No."

The big stone in Zhao Cheng's heart finally fell to the ground, and he raised his hand to stroke his chest several times, still feeling lingering fear.

When the two entered the elevator, he said incredulously, "So, how did Sister Qing know?" He kept thinking about this question outside the office.

Ji Lingchuan thought of the stack of kissing photos, and closed his eyes, he should have taken them all.

He leaned lazily against the elevator wall, putting his hands in his pockets: "We were photographed by the paparazzi last night, and the photos were sent to Sister Qing's mailbox."

Zhao Cheng's heart tightened, and it took him three seconds to react. He roared like a volcanic eruption: "What do you mean by that sentence? If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer in front of your eyes! When I reminded you last night, you still said that I Unfounded worry, now you know how powerful it is! I always think I talk too much, am I talking too much? What I say is the truth!"

The elevator door opened, and Ji Lingchuan walked out quickly, not in the mood to listen to his eloquence.

When he got into the nanny's car, Zhao Cheng's mouth still didn't stop: "I think you might as well take me with you on your next date, and I'll show you off, and I promise to prevent any possibility of being secretly photographed!"

Hearing this, Ji Lingchuan was finally willing to face him squarely: "Are you a pervert?" Why do you want to watch him fall in love?

Zhao Cheng:"……"

Ji Lingchuan took out a scarf to cover his face, closed his eyes, and prepared to take a nap on Gu Shang.

Zhao Cheng looked at the brand-new scarf he covered his face, and was about to ask where he bought it, but found that it was a bit like a hand-knitted one, and the stitches were not too regular. After contacting last night, he guessed that it was a gift from his girlfriend. .

He secretly complained that if he wanted to show his affection, he would show it openly, pretending to sleep with a scarf covering his face, as if no one had a scarf.

Ji Lingchuan squinted for a few minutes, then grabbed the scarf off his face, there was something he almost forgot.

"You help me buy some cookbooks online."

"Don't tell me you want to learn how to cook." How could someone who didn't even bother to eat before think of learning to cook.

Ji Lingchuan snapped his fingers: "Yes, I want to learn how to cook."

Zhao Cheng smiled: "I'm not talking about Brother Chuan. With your work schedule, where do you find the time to learn how to cook?" Even if he has time, there is no place for him to use it.

Ji Lingchuan: "This is none of your business."

"Okay, isn't it just buying recipes, I'll help you buy them." Zhao Cheng said, "But I still can't figure it out, why are you suddenly interested in cooking?"

"It's not that I'm interested, but I have to learn. You can't always let Mianmian eat takeaway with me. We need someone who can cook in our family."

"..."

Damn, the show of affection is endless, right?
Zhao Cheng said solemnly: "Brother Chuan, if you continue like this, you will lose your assistant sooner or later."

The driver who had been driving silently in front echoed: "Sooner or later you will lose your driver."

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Ji Lingchuan didn't tell Gu Mian about being secretly photographed by the paparazzi, mainly because he didn't want to burden her psychologically.

Every date, even if he didn't remind her, she was careful for fear of being discovered. If she knew that she had been photographed, she would definitely blame herself, and she would feel even more uncomfortable on the next date, worrying about this and that.

Ji Lingchuan often thinks how much Gu Mian likes him to choose to be with him.

As Tan Zhen said, he can't accompany her to school and get out of class, eat with her like an ordinary boyfriend, and maybe he can't be with her on special holidays.Other girls want to complain to their boyfriend when they encounter sad things, but she has to worry about whether it will disturb his filming.

He felt wronged for Gu Mian.

"Achuan?"

In the video, Gu Mian saw the man over there in a daze, so she couldn't help calling him.

Ji Lingchuan came back to his senses, and smiled at the girl on the screen: "Mianmian, let's spend Christmas together this year." After thinking about it, he added, "If you have time."

Gu Mian was taken aback, she didn't expect him to plan their next meeting so soon.

This feeling is like eating candy in a jar when I was a child. My mother was worried that she would have tooth decay, so she was only allowed to eat a small candy every three days. After eating one, she looked forward to three days later.

Gu Mian pursed her lips, not letting her joy be too obvious: "If you want to ask, I should be the one to ask. Do you have time?"

Ji Lingchuan counted the days, and unconsciously raised his voice: "This drama will be finished in early December, this time I won't take over the next drama so soon, I should have time."

After filming two movies in a row, it's time to slow down a little and recharge yourself. The strings in the body are always too tight, which is not conducive to long-term development.

Hearing what he said, Gu Mian couldn't hide her smile anymore: "You said this, don't go back on your word."

Zhao Cheng collected a lot of recipes according to Ji Lingchuan's instructions. He was worried that he would not be able to learn how to cook in the crew, but later he found out that he was wrong.

Ji Lingchuan didn't intend to practice it.

In addition to making videos for his girlfriend, his resting state is to read recipes, like reading a script, and use colored markers to circle the key content to deepen the impression.

Zhao Cheng was full of question marks, so he learned how to cook?

Although he doesn't know how to cook, he also knows that to learn to cook, he has to follow the process of the recipes by himself. He may fail once, but if he practices a few more times, he may succeed.When encountering those with particularly poor hands-on skills, someone needs to be there to guide them.

This is the first time he has seen someone like Ji Lingchuan who only sees but does not practice.

Once on the set, Ji Lingchuan once again took out the recipes to study, he finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked, "Brother Chuan, do you think cooking is easy to do?"

Ji Lingchuan raised his eyelids and looked at him for a while: "Who told you that I just had a look?"

Zhao Cheng: "Otherwise? Have you bought the ingredients? Have you cooked a dish?"

Ji Lingchuan pointed to his own brain, and said with a serious look: "I am cooking with my consciousness. The ingredients and kitchen utensils to be prepared are all in my mind. I have tried what ingredients to put first, and what seasonings to put. I have already done it in my mind. There was a table full of Chinese people."

Zhao Cheng stayed for a long time, and gave him a thumbs up, you are amazing.

That night, when Ji Lingchuan mentioned this matter in a video call to Gu Mian, she couldn't stop laughing: "I found that we are quite similar in that, we like to do things with consciousness."

Ji Lingchuan raised his eyebrows: "How do you say?"

Gu Mian: "Didn't I get a driver's license, but I have never driven a car. Every time I sit in the passenger seat and watch the driver drive, I drive with consciousness, as if I am really driving, especially interesting."

Ji Lingchuan imagined her staring at the driver, and laughed, why is she so cute.

All the roommates went to participate in the fellowship, but Gu Mian didn't go if he wasn't interested, and stayed alone in the dormitory.

She was sitting at the table by the window, with an open textbook in front of her, a notebook with half-written questions on it, and a cup of coffee that was steaming.

There was a layer of mist on the glass, reflecting the light from the opposite side. She looked at Ji Lingchuan on the screen with her hands on her chin, and she was a little excited: "Next time we meet, will you cook for me?"

Ji Lingchuan finished work early tonight. Originally, Fu Xiao sincerely invited him to play the king and promised to give him a set of beautiful skins, but he refused and hid in the room to make a video for Gu Mian.

Hearing this, he tilted his head, and his tone was not as arrogant as in front of Zhao Cheng, but he said modestly: "If my cooking skills can be seen before Christmas, I will consider cooking."

Gu Mian nodded and made a fist gesture: "Come on!"

She still had homework to finish, Ji Lingchuan didn't delay her for too long, and hung up after chatting for a while.

Gu Mian took a sip of coffee, picked up the red pen in the stationery bag, circled the day of Christmas on the calendar, and drew a small heart on the side.

There was a burst of noisy footsteps in the corridor outside the door, accompanied by the sound of talking, it should be Guan He and the others who came back.

In the next second, several girls pushed the door open and slumped on chairs.

Holding the hot cup, Gu Mian turned her head to look at them: "Is friendship fun? Why do you have such expressions?"

Guan He waved his hand: "It's wise for you to choose to stay in the dormitory, socializing is simply too boring, I really shouldn't expect to meet the boy I'm attracted to, and talk about a sweet love."

Shen Chuhan deeply felt the same: "What kind of friendship, to put it bluntly, is a large-scale academic exchange conference."

Gu Mian showed a surprised expression: "Huh?"

"You wouldn't believe it if you said it. I think the atmosphere was more tense than in a discrete mathematics class. It made me think that I might be pulled out to answer questions at any time!" Guan He complained.

She pulled a chair close to Gu Mian, and told her about the strange things she encountered at the sorority: "Our department is with the Department of Mathematics this time. Have you heard of Yu Wenshan from the Department of Mathematics? He is the only one who graduated in the college entrance examination this year. Double perfect score in mathematics, the mathematics genius who was admitted by Tsinghua University with an exceptionally reduced score. I convinced him! A girl from our department went to talk to him, and he asked him a math problem without saying a word, and it took two hours to solve it. Kind of questions! I still don’t understand why there are such people. If you don’t want to join the fellowship, you can do the questions yourself in the library!”

Gu Mian chuckled.

Not only had she heard of Yu Wenshan, but she was also very familiar with him.

She knew that Yu Wenshan was admitted to Tsinghua University just like her, and they did not belong to the same department, and she had never met him in school.

Guan He suddenly said: "Mianmian, you are from the attached high school, right? Don't you go to the same school as that big guy in mathematics?"

"Not only in the same school, but also in the same class." Gu Mian said.

"What a coincidence? Then is he also so arrogant in your class?"

One of the topics of the dormitory night talk was the legends of the major departments, and today it happened to be Yu Wenshan's turn.

Gu Mian didn't know how to be arrogant, so she thought for a while and said, "Our math teacher admires him a lot. Sometimes when we talk about difficult problems, everyone can't understand them very well. Yu Wenshan can not only do it, but also the teachers in the whole math office Everyone thinks that there is one and only one solution to this problem, but he can solve it by other methods. Our classmates all call him Brother Shan, and we will pay respects to him on his seat before the math test."

The other three: "..."

Are all your classmates so feudal and superstitious?