Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

She doesn't know how to cook, but because of taking care of her body, she specially learned how to cook porridge.

In fact, she doesn't have any talent in cooking, but she has practiced it after a lot of cooking, but she cooks porridge well, so she can only do this, and in order to collect a lot of stomach nourishing and delicious The medicinal porridge, I really like to eat it one after another.

But their relationship is different now. He has a new agent, and he still talks to her like this at this time. Doesn't he know what kind of misunderstanding it will cause?

The little assistant on the other end of the phone was about to cry, Zou Zhiyi sighed and said, "Don't worry, I'll send you some recipes now, just ask him which one he wants to eat, just follow it."

After all, she has been her partner for so many years. Even without that idea, the relationship is extraordinary. It's just a few recipes, it's not a big deal, and she can help as much as she can.

Yanzhou glanced at her, but didn't respond. The phone was not loud, so he probably didn't hear it, but Zou Zhiyi didn't want to discuss the successive illnesses with successive assistants under his nose. I don't know why, but he felt awkward for no reason. .

After simply talking to the little assistant, Zou Zhiyi hung up the phone.

When the red light turned green, Yanzhou finally averted her eyes, and she was relieved.

Looking down at the phone, he sent all the recipes he had saved and liked one after another.

The car parked in the underground parking lot. Zou Zhiyi took off his seat belt and was about to get out of the car. When he looked up, he saw Yan Zhou was still holding the steering wheel. He turned to look at her with deep eyes.

"It seems that I still know too little about Mrs. Yan. I have been with Mrs. Yan for so long, but I still don't know that Mrs. Yan can cook porridge?"

The tail sound is light, and it seems a little meaningful.

Zou Zhiyi pretended to be calm, "I knew it before, but I was too lazy to do it."

"Really? Then I heard Mrs. Yan calling someone on the phone just now. Why did it sound like Mrs. Yan often made soup for washing her hands?"

He moved a little closer to her, too close, beyond the distance that could make her feel safe.

Zou Zhiyi couldn't help but leaned back, and pressed his head against the cold glass window, with nowhere to hide.

"Don't Mrs. Yan think it's a little unfair for her to do this?"

His fingers slid across her eyebrows with a light force, with a hint of tenderness.

"Cooking for other men, but never thinking of cooking a bowl of porridge for me? Isn't it too much to treat one more favorably than another?"

"One after another, he was an artist under my subordinates, and my work is related to him."

After saying the words, Zou Zhiyi was taken aback for a moment.

Why did she explain this to Yanzhou?
It's like a wife explaining to her jealous husband why she's in contact with other men.

This is something that has never happened before.

It's so weird.

Recently, because Yanzhou was abnormal, she was also infected abnormally.

This state is abnormal, Zou Zhiyi was startled, and in time to rein in the precipice.

"This is my job. Before you showed up, the way I got along with Li Lian was like this. Even now, I don't think you have the position to comment on my matter."

Her meaning was very clear, Yanzhou should not meddle in her affairs.

Yan Zhou's expression turned cold, the smile in his eyes faded, and his gloomy face said, "Then Mrs. Yan means, is it waiting for Mrs. Yan to sleep with you successively one day? I can't even refute the words of love over time. nothing?"