Mr. Zhan, please stop being abusive, Miss Zhuang has been reborn.

She doesn't like onions, garlic, jealousy, or spicy food.

I remember all these banquets.

The servant accidentally put some into the wontons, "I'm so sorry, madam, you see I'm so confused. I forgot that you don't eat onions, so I'll cook you another bowl."

Zhuang Mingyue looked at the green scallions floating on the cooked wontons, "No, I'll just take them out."

Zhan Yan: "Pay attention next time."

Servant: "Sir, I will definitely pay attention next time."

The servant exited the living room, leaving space for them to eat. Zhan Yan took the chopped green onions from his bowl and put them into his own bowl.

Zhuang Mingyue: "Did you do all this yourself?"

Zhan Yan: "Yeah."

Zhuang Mingyue felt an indescribable feeling in her heart. She had been married to him for nearly ten years in her previous life. She had learned to wash, cook, and take care of housework for him, and she was meticulous about everything about him. Now Zhanyan would also do it for him. , learn to make wontons.

Zhuang Mingyue: "When did you learn it?"

Zhan Yan: "As long as you put your mind to it, it's not difficult to learn to do something."

Zhuang Mingyue took a bite and immediately tasted the taste of Wu's mother's cooking. Suddenly, it reminded her of something. Her nose was a little sour. She held back her breath and put back the tears in her eyes.

Zhuang Mingyue: "It tastes pretty good. From now on...you don't have to do this for me. I won't thank you."

Zhan Yan did not touch the wontons in the bowl, but looked at her silently, "You are the first. Xiaoyu and I grew up together in an orphanage. I have always been taking care of her. Ever since I was adopted by my adoptive father Since then, I haven’t cooked again. It’s been so long, and I’ve forgotten many things. Ming Yue will understand what I mean, right?”

So what did he want to say?

Do you know how to tell her how special you are to him?

So many women fell on him, but in the end, Zhan Yan chose the daughter of his enemy, so she...should be happy and thank her...for being merciful and not killing her, but falling in love with her and giving her room. , allowing her to live the best life possible.

Whether it's Zhuang Haisheng in the past or Zhan Yan now... they are really very similar in one thing. No matter what they do, they are all selfish and like to impose on others.

Zhan Yan also learned all the methods Zhuang Haisheng used to force her mother to submit and used them on her!

But...she is far not as lucky as her mother...at least she still has someone she loves deeply in her heart, but she...no one loves her in the end...

Even if the person who stays with her and treats her as a family member will eventually be the murderer who prevents her from being a mother.

Zhuang Mingyue suddenly lost her appetite, "I'm full, please eat slowly."

Zhan Yan held her wrist, "Don't waste food, finish it."

Zhuang Mingyue's eyes were full of calm when she looked at him, "Zhanyan... you will get tired after acting for a long time."

Some things, not just because he is a little good or a little special, can smooth everything out.

Just like that child, even if Little Xingxing calls her mother all her life, she can't hide the fact that he was picked up.

She has no blood relationship with the child, let alone him...

Zhan Yan... You have always been the one who deceived yourself.

Just as the two were in a stalemate, the bodyguard outside the door brought a red invitation.

Bodyguard: "This is Mrs. Ying. I asked someone to send it to me. She said it was at the huge auction in a week. She said there was a batch of very old antiques. As long as you go there, you will definitely like it."

This is the first time Zhan Yan has received such a special invitation. No need to read it, it is just another boring charity auction. Such a banquet is nothing more than some people coming to swallow money under the guise of charity.

The bodyguard added: "Mrs. Ying also said that she hopes you will go alone. As for the reason, the other party did not say much."

"Ah."

After the bodyguard left, Zhanyan opened the invitation and found that the organizer's signature was blank.

Zhan Yan threw the invitation on the table casually, "Just trying to make things mysterious."

"You haven't eaten much all day today. Eat some first. If you don't like it, I'll ask the servant to make it again for you."

Zhuang Mingyue snorted softly, "You can eat it yourself."

How come the Ying family still has contact with Zhan Yan? Logically speaking, Ying Jingya should hate Zhan Yan so much, so how come she continues to have contact with him now.

Zhuang Mingyue then thought about it, she must have introduced him to some high-ranking official's daughter.

Not long ago, Zhan Yan attended a banquet, and the next day it was reported that the mayor of the imperial capital introduced his daughter to him.

The two also shared dinner that night...

Faced with such power, she didn't believe it, and Zhan Banyan was unmoved...

Ever since she came back from the Zhan Banquet, she had used various methods to get him to stop touching her. Zhuang Mingyue also felt dirty.

Zhuang Mingyue looked at the portrait of her mother hanging on the wall, and all the emotions in her heart disappeared. She sat on the couch in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the scenery outside...

Zhanyan will digest the last two bowls of wontons downstairs.

Zhan Yan knows that some things are so hard-won.

For Zhan Yan in the past, he would do whatever it takes to stay alive, and now...for her...it's still the case.

He said that what he wanted was not just her, but her...who would fall in love with his heart wholeheartedly.

Zhanyan has always been a very patient hunter.

Zhan Yan cooked another bowl of egg noodles himself.

He brought it to the studio himself.

Zhan Yan took the paintbrush from her hand and put the chopsticks into her hand as if coaxing his own daughter, "...I'm so angry that it hurts my body. Eat well. I'll go to the study and come out later. It's best not to let me see it." There is still a mouthful of soup in the bowl."

It sounded like a threat, but it didn't make her feel threatening in the words.

Zhuang Mingyue smelled the fragrant egg noodles, with fried old poached eggs on top, and soy sauce on top of the poached eggs. It smelled very fragrant.

Zhuang Mingyue flipped her hair and took a taste. It seemed that he added lard to the bowl. The taste was unlike anything she had ever tasted.

Zhanyan returned to the study room and pressed the computer button. There was an email from Qi Cheng in the mailbox.

These emails are nothing more than photos of Song Qiqi's every move.

In addition, Zhanyan also used the underground information organization established by Zhuang Haisheng. This is the only underground organization that Zhanyan has not disbanded.

Just some inconsequential stuff.

Qi Cheng happened to call and said, "President, I've handled the things you asked me to do. Everything in the company has been normal recently."

Zhanyan sat on the chair and played with the signature pen in his hand, "I understand, you don't need to report to me for everything that will happen next. You can decide on your own for things that are not necessary. If you can't handle it, come to me again."

Qi Cheng: "Yes, President."

After the call ended, Zhanyan threw the phone on the desk and walked out of the study without even looking at it.

Now...even Qi Cheng, who is in the company, can no longer guess what the president wants to do.

For such a huge group, the president just left it alone. Qi Cheng was really exhausted mentally and physically. When Susan saw Mr. Qi pinching his brows, she immediately went to the tea room and drank a cup of hand-ground coffee.

Zhan Yan walked out of the study and saw that the bowl beside him was empty. He walked over and gently rubbed Zhuang Mingyue's hair, "Mrs. Zhan, you have become better behaved recently."

Zhuang Mingyue tilted her head, holding the brush in her hand and focusing on painting, "Mr. Zhan's craftsmanship is not bad."

"If you like it, I will continue to cook it for you next time. If you want to learn... I can teach you..."

Zhuang Mingyue: "Go and do your work, don't bother me, otherwise...I won't be able to submit the manuscript in time."

Zhanyan hasn't returned to the company for a long time, and now he seems to be bewitched by the demon concubine. The king who does not attend the morning court