Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Jiang Zhiting had deep insights and also suffered a lot during the process of getting along.

However, my girlfriend is usually sweet and coquettish, and occasionally loses her temper and makes a scene, which is also very interesting.

If Zhu Huayan really followed Jiang Zhiting's obedient nature in everything, he would probably get tired of her in less than half a month.

After all, Jiang Zhiting has come across too many girlfriends like this.

It was just the right time, happy and distressed, the middle-aged man who was almost fifty seemed to feel the sweetness of love for the first time.

"By the way," Zhu Huayan suddenly remembered something, narrowed her eyes, and questioned Jiang Zhiting.

"Have you finished the loving lunch I sent you?"

Zhu Huayan cooked for the first time. Although it was to leave a good impression on Jiang Zhiting's son, she would not forget her dear boyfriend.

Jiang Weiche had the corn and pork ribs soup in his thermos, and Jiang Zhiting also sent him an identical portion.

When talking about the charity lunch, Jiang Zhiting looked a little strange.

"How is it? Is it delicious? This is my first time cooking. The nanny saw my finished product and said it must be delicious."

The girl looked proud, as if she had made some remarkable contribution, and she held her head high like a proud little swan combing its feathers.

She didn't notice Jiang Zhiting's expression, puffed up her cheeks and said a little disappointedly:

"I thought you and Cheche, two grown men, had big appetites and didn't even leave any for yourselves. Have you finished the loving lunch I sent over?"

Listening to his girlfriend's words, Jiang Zhiting's face became gentle, and his voice was doting:

"I was busy with work and didn't have time to finish it. But I just tasted some, it's very good. Yanyan is really gifted, a little cooking genius."

The proud little swan raised his head even higher, "Then you should eat now, don't just work and starve yourself. There's still half an hour before the time Lanlan and I agreed to meet, so I can still chat with you."

Jiang Zhiting's expression froze. For the first time, the big boss who was so powerful in the company felt embarrassed. But facing Zhu Huayan's pretty face and charming expression, he couldn't say no.

In the next half hour, under the watchful eyes of his girlfriend, Jiang Zhiting finished a bucket of soup, leaving only a few pieces of ribs uneaten.

"Yanyan, it's almost time. Shen Lan should be here soon. You go ahead. I only have a little soup left. I'll finish it soon."

"Okay," Zhu Huayan was a little reluctant, but thinking of her happy plan in the afternoon, she hung up the phone readily.

Jiang Zhiting was rarely not jealous of his girlfriend's "forgetting about sex when seeing friends". He kept smiling until the phone call was hung up, then he called his secretary and forced her to drink several glasses of water.

Time passed quickly and it was six o'clock in the afternoon in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Weiche completed the task at hand, packed up his things, and prepared to leave the laboratory.

Seeing this, Ren Qiaoyin, who was still concentrating on the last question, hurriedly finished his task ahead of time and called out to Jiang Weiche who was about to open the door and walk out.

"Wei Che."

Jiang Weiche stopped and turned to look at Ren Qiaoyin.

Those warm eyes were filled with water, looking at her so calmly, as if he was looking at his lover affectionately.

Ren Qiaoyin's face flushed slightly, and her words became hesitant.

"You...you helped me again today. It's getting late. I...I'll treat you...to dinner?"

Knowing the intention of calling him, Jiang Weiche looked at the watch on his wrist. It was six o'clock and three minutes. It was time for dinner.

He said in a low voice, "No, that's just a small matter. I have something else to do in the evening, so there's no need to eat."

Then, Jiang Weiche turned around and left, quickly and decisively, without any hesitation.

He walked straight to the school parking lot, got into the dark blue Porsche, and gently steered the wheel with one hand. In less than half an hour, he arrived at a secluded villa far away in the suburbs.

After entering the hall, Jiang Weiche looked at the scene in front of him and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Did the sun rise from the west today? His workaholic father was already sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. He thought he was going to show up again at midnight.

Oh, that's right, this person is the matchmaker today, so of course he has to be here.

But why didn't the other person see it?

As she was muttering, Zhu Huayan came out of the kitchen. Seeing Jiang Weiche coming out, she said excitedly:

"Auntie, Wei Che is back. Hurry up and bring all the dishes over. Let's get ready to eat."

Several servants began to tidy up the dining table in an orderly manner, placing sumptuous dishes and exquisite tableware.

"Let's go eat."

Jiang Zhiting didn't wait for his girlfriend to call him. He put down the newspaper in his hand and called his son to come over.

She is very skilled in commanding the servants in the house, and is very affectionate to Aunt Li, the only person who has taken care of her for more than two years. Does she treat this place as her own home?

The old man still spoils her like this and doesn't care about her thoughts at all.

Jiang Weiche felt a little impatient but didn't show it on his face. He walked to the dining table.

The other two people were already seated. They sat in two seats on the same side, leaving him the seat opposite.

Jiang Weiche sat down without saying hello to them. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

Kissing him won’t help, he still has to eat.

At the dinner table, seeing Jiang Weiche's elegant eating manner, Zhu Huayan remembered the soup that was sent to him at noon and asked.

"Wei Che, did you drink the soup I sent you at noon? How did it taste?"

Jiang Weiche looked gentle and polite, but his words were full of thorns.

"I don't dare drink the soup sent by some evil spirit, and I don't want to give face to my father. The soup and the thermos bucket were thrown into the trash can."

After saying that, he looked at Jiang Zhiting provocatively.

As a result, I saw envy in the eyes of the person being provoked.

"You are sick! Is there something wrong with your eyes? I have had dizziness several times today."

Jiang Weiche withdrew his gaze, feeling numb in his heart.

"how could you do this!"

The flame of anger burned fiercely in Zhu Huayan's heart. If it wasn't for Zhi Ting's sake, she would not have taken the initiative to serve soup to anyone.

The girl's lips were tightly closed, tears in her eyes, and she looked extremely aggrieved.

Jiang Weiche felt a little guilty: Why did he have to involve others in the conflict between him and his father? Was he a little too much this time?

But before he could say a few soft words, someone coaxed him without any principles. Jiang Zhiting softened his voice and comforted him softly:

"Wei Che has no taste. If he doesn't like to drink it, forget it. Don't give it to him next time when you cook. I like to drink it. The soup made by Yan Yan is very delicious. It's better than any soup I've eaten in a five-star restaurant."

The soup served at noon was colorful and fragrant. He believed it was delicious, but Jiang Weiche didn't believe it could surpass countless five-star restaurants.

He doesn't believe it, but there are many people who do.

Aunt Li, the nanny who was delivering dessert to Zhu Huayan, happened to hear the conversation and nodded in agreement with her husband:

"Miss Zhu's first cooking was really good. The color was beautiful, the aroma was fragrant, and the taste was definitely good. Miss Zhu is very talented in cooking."