Lovely pet rich and cold wife: You must

"Tch, even if my sister can't move, if I make a phone call, most of the people want to cook for me." Even though she said so, the No. 1 in her mind was Xia Fanhua.

The two returned to the previous way of getting along. Xia Fuhua forgot the inexplicable love when she received a call from An Qi in the company, and An Qi also forgot about Yan Xiyao.

In the end, Xia Fanhua obediently entered the kitchen and started cooking. An Qi sat outside and looked at Xia Fanhua's back, smiling triumphantly.

Fighting with sister, you are really too tender!

Xia Fuhua and An Qi sat quietly at the dining table, eating on their own. Sure enough, Lin Jingxuan came here for the past two days, and now that he was absent from the dining table, the atmosphere finally changed for the better. .

Suddenly, An Qi remembered something and asked aloud.

"Xia Fuhua, my new book has been printed, tell me, do I want to hold a press conference?" It stands to reason that she doesn't want to do it, and her foot is injured again, so she doesn't want to do it anymore, but for the benefit of the company, She wants to hold another press conference.

If the publishing house itself had nothing to do with her, she wouldn't have thought about holding any troublesome new book launch event. She wanted to do this entirely because her publishing house was under Xia Fanhua's banner.

"Do it if you want to do it, don't do it if you don't want to do it, what's there to think about!" Xia Fuhua said very directly, but the fact is also true. An Qi herself is not short of that little money, and he doesn't care about that little money.

"When will the book be released?" Xia Fanhua suddenly asked. Although An Qi is his author, he doesn't care about that at all. He doesn't know when Angel's book will be released.

While biting her chopsticks, An Qi tried desperately to recall, she didn't seem to remember the day Luo Luo told her before!

Seeing An Qi biting her chopsticks with the expression of wanting to swallow them, Xia Fuhua really had the urge to slap her to death, but this was only for thinking about it.

After a while, Xia Fanhua asked, "Have you not remembered yet?"

Just after finishing speaking, An Qi gave him a hard look, and then said angrily: "I'm going to remember it soon, you interrupted me again, and now I don't know anymore!"

Xia Fanhua was speechless for a moment, and looked at An Qi with a dazed expression. How could she be like this? Her skills in playing rogue have really improved a lot!

"Okay, you continue, I'll eat!" Xia Fanhua finally chose the smartest way, keeping silent!

After a while, An Qi said slowly, "I remembered, it's Saturday this week!"

Xia Fuhua stopped the chopsticks in his hand, looked at An Qi and said with a slight sneer: "This Saturday, are you sure you will go?"

"Why don't you go!" An Qi actually already knew what Xia Fuhua meant, but she just had a stubborn mouth and wanted to sing against Xia Fanhua.

Xia Fuhua was neither annoyed nor angry. He looked at An Qi for a while, and couldn't help but smile and asked, "When you go with a limp, those reporters, whether they care about you or want to do something , I will always ask you how your foot hurt!"

"En!" An Qi nodded, this is normal, there is no problem!

"Then how do you plan to explain it? Does it mean that you wrote the book too hard and didn't pay attention, which caused you to accidentally fall while walking? Or did you fall because you were so excited when you went out to play?" Hurt?"