Flash marriage ugly wife, madam has a bit too many vests

He Zheng was taken aback, his eyes flickered, and his voice was hoarse: "No, your place is just right, I think we are a perfect match, a perfect match."

Siran subconsciously backed away again, trying to avoid the man's aura.

"Be careful!" He Zheng stretched out his hand to grab her arm, reminding him in a low voice, "Don't step back, you're about to touch the stove."

Si Ran was slightly embarrassed, but since so many people were outside, she reminded in a low voice, "Mr. He, please be careful."

"Be careful?" He Zheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Si Ran puzzled: "What do you want me to pay attention to?"

"Don't talk about it." Si Ran gritted his teeth and warned. "Don't get so close and speak in such a low voice."

He Zheng also smiled, and let go of his hand very gentlemanly. "Look, you are too sensitive. I just gave you a hand. Why did you misunderstand me? Besides, I pulled you because I was afraid that you would hurt yourself. Why did it become so ambiguous."

As soon as these words came out, Si Ran's face instantly turned red.

She knew that in terms of words, talking to this man would not take advantage of her.

It would be better not to say anything.

Siran then lowered his head and tidied up the dishes, scolding Fang Mo in his heart, why he didn't come.

Seeing her evasive gesture, He Zheng smiled again: "Don't look for Fang Mo, he will be busy now, your CEO said, the kitchen is left to you and me!"

Siran was taken aback, looked up at He Zheng, and said righteously: "It's impossible for our president to say that."

"Why don't you ask?" He Zheng said with a smile.

Si Ran said: "If you ask, just ask."

He Zheng smiled, blinked his eyes and looked at her.

Siran really walked to the door and looked at Pei Liyan.

Looking at it, he saw that the president was whispering something to Fang Tezhu, and the expressions of the two seemed to be talking about work.

Siran stood at the door in a daze, a little puzzled.

Isn't everything done?

What is the president talking about?

She looked at Qiao Rui again for help, and happened to see Qiao Rui looking at her with a half-smile, which made Si Ran blush inexplicably.

Qiao Rui smiled, took a plate of cherries, walked over, picked one up and stuffed it into Si Ran's mouth, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Si Ran!"

"Ma'am!" Si Ran looked at her in surprise.

Qiao Rui's bright eyes are like searchlights, she can easily see through people's hearts. "Enjoy the delicious food and the beautiful man, and don't disappoint the kindness of the beautiful man who has nothing to do."

Siran widened his eyes.

Qiao Rui whispered again: "Of course, don't let the beautiful boy succeed easily. After all, the patriarch of the He family has his eyes above the top. First, grasp his son, find the right time, and seize the initiative."

Si Ran stared at Qiao Rui with her mouth gaping: "Ma'am, I—"

"You can." Qiao Rui smiled, "Believe in yourself, you have the capital."

Siran was even more embarrassed by what Qiao Rui said.

At this time, He Zheng also came out.

He seemed to see Qiao Rui whispering something to Si Ran, so he said, "Sister-in-law, what did you say to Si Ran?"

"Both of us are talking about things that women can only listen to. If you are our sister, you can also listen to it. If not, don't inquire about it."

He Zheng was speechless for a moment.

Si Ran suppressed a smile.

Qiao Rui handed over the plate of cherries, and said to He Zheng: "Mr. He, I'm sorry, Siran has to cook and can't eat fruit, so please help feed it. He Lan and I are going to play darts. "

He Zheng was taken aback for a moment, then smiled brightly. "Sister-in-law, okay, I promise to complete the task you entrusted to me."

"Well, that's it." Qiao Rui looked at Si Ran, blinked her eyes, and left.

Si Ran also came back to his senses very quickly, and saw He Zheng's smiling eyes, which were eager to move, as if he had picked up some big bargain.

Si Ran had no choice but to turn around and go into the kitchen.

He Zheng naturally followed into the kitchen, holding a plate of cherries in his hand, picked up a big and red one, and handed it to Si Ran.

Siran has a nucleus in his mouth, and he has nowhere to spit it out.

He Zheng glanced at it, put down the plate immediately, and stretched out his other hand: "Spit it in my hand."

Siran was taken aback, thinking that this man's words were simply insane and endless.

She blushed and went to the trash can.

Only then did I realize that the trash can in He Zheng's kitchen was spotlessly clean.

It's brand new, never used yet.

For a moment, Siran didn't know whether to spit in it or not.

She hesitated for a while, and said, "Mr. He, don't you have any garbage bags?"

He Zhengdao: "There is, but I don't know where!"

"Your own family doesn't know?" Si Ran couldn't help asking.

He Zhengdao: "I never use the kitchen, so naturally I don't know."

Si Ran felt that she seemed to have met an idiot in her life.

He Zheng also chuckled: "The garbage bag is in the drawer, you can open it and look, you should be able to find it."

Siran turned his head and opened the kitchen drawer. There was nothing in the first drawer, and he opened the second one to find the garbage bag.

Siran took one by himself and spread it in the trash can, feeling that it was not safe, so he spread another one, and then spit out the core in it.

He Zheng then fed her one.

Siran blushed and said, "No need, I don't want to eat."

"How could it be?" He Zheng smiled and said, "Don't feel embarrassed, you cook for us, and I'll feed you a cherries. Speaking of which, this can be regarded as reciprocity."

"Mr. He," Si Ran became serious, "If you want to have dinner before seven o'clock in the evening, can you just shut up and go out, and don't bother me here."

"Then eat at eight o'clock." He Zheng said with a smile, "I'm not very hungry either."

Si Ran felt that she really couldn't express her emotions.

The most important thing for her to do now is to keep her heart calm and unaffected.

Taking a deep breath, Si Ran continued to work on his own business, regardless of the fact that there was an elite around him.

A tall, good-looking man was feeding her cherries, and stayed by his side when he didn't eat them.

Si Ran was very annoyed, so he simply said to He Zheng: "Didn't you just say that you want to lay hands on me? Come, wash the vegetables."

Before He Zheng agreed, Siran pushed him to the side of the sink and handed him an onion. "Peel and wash this onion, and I'm going to make creamy onion rings."

He Zheng was speechless. He always felt that Si Ran did it on purpose. He couldn't help asking: "Why did you ask me to peel the onion?"

"Because you're free." Siran said something to him.

He Zhengdao: "Well, if you want me to cry, I don't mind crying in front of you."

Si Ran was speechless for a moment.

"If you don't want to do it, put it here, and you can go out by yourself."

He Zheng laughed: "How can I do that? If I make you cry, I will feel very distressed."

Si Ran simply stopped hesitating.

He Zheng was peeling an onion. It seemed a simple matter, but he took a long time to peel it.

It was as slow as a snail, and all of Si Ran's patience was worn out.

She took the onion from He Zheng's hand, put it in the sink, and pushed him out of the kitchen.

He Zheng still wanted to come in, and Si Ran said, "If Mr. He comes into the kitchen again, I won't be cooking."

The threat worked very well.

He Zheng left the kitchen disheartened.

Seeing him come back annoyed, Pei Liyan said with a smile, "How? Mr. He, who berates Fang Qiu in the mall, must have been defeated by the kitchen."