The heroine cp must be me [Transmigration Book]

"Boss Lin left a long time ago." Lu Qingpan had recovered her original appearance at this time, and she smiled wryly while holding her mobile phone.

After Lu Rou's incident ended, she planned to continue discussing the details of the cooperation with Lin Haichen, but she didn't expect that Lin Haichen had left with everyone in just half an hour.

Jiang Lingyin suggested, "Then let's go back too."

"Well, that's fine." Lu Qingpan nodded.

Before meeting Lu Rou, Zhao Jia was sent away, so she didn't know that Lu Qingpan and Lu Rou's appearance had changed abnormally.After receiving Jiang Lingyin's call, she immediately drove Lu Qingpan's car to the two of them and drove them back to the company.

"Zhao Jia, you have worked hard during this time." Before getting out of the car, Jiang Ling said, "We should not be in any danger anymore. I will transfer the final payment of your employment to your account in time."

Now that the danger was gone, Zhao Jia's existence somewhat affected her and Lu Qingpan's alone time, so Jiang Lingyin no longer planned to hire bodyguards.

"Okay, no problem. If you need anything in the future, you can contact me anytime."

Zhao Jia nodded kindly, stepped on the brakes, and parked the car firmly in the parking lot.

She can't guess what the employer thinks, and she has no interest in guessing.

Lu Qingpan took out the key from the bag, handed it to Zhao Jia, and said, "This is the key to the house. You should go back and clean up those cameras first. There are too many things in the house, and there is always a feeling of being watched, and I am not used to it."

"No problem. Then you go back to the company first, and I will pack my things."

"Okay." Jiang Lingyin nodded after taking the car keys from Zhao Jia.

Back in the company, Lu Qingpan returned to her office to continue handling official duties.Jiang Lingyin also had leisure time, and came to the design department to continue exchanging various design drafts about trendy clothing design.

Time passed quickly, and the sky quickly darkened.

When the two returned home from get off work, there was no sign of Zhao Jia in the house, and all the cameras and security facilities had disappeared.

Turning on the light, Lu Qingpan and Jiang Lingyin held plastic bags in their hands, each containing various ingredients.

"Panpan, do you really know how to cook?" Jiang Lingyin put the plastic bag on the side of the cooking table, her voice full of doubts.

Lu Qingpan's family environment was not bad since she was a child, and it was not her turn to cook when she was young.When she was a little older, she moved out of the house again to make a living by taking out food, and never learned to cook.

Moreover, Jiang Lingyin remembered that Lu Qingpan in her novel had experienced the most desperate and depressing period before she gradually learned the life skills of cooking and cooking.

"Not very good." Lu Qingpan put down his things and walked to his room, "I'll go change my clothes."

I don't really know...then...

It was rare for Lu Qingpan to be in such a good mood, Jiang Lingyin hesitated a little, but did not dampen her interest.

When Lu Qingpan walked out again, he had already taken off his professional suit.Putting on a pair of comfortable but slim home clothes, her chestnut hair was also tied behind her head, her exquisite facial features brought a faint smile, and she walked gently towards the kitchen.

"This is the first time we've lived together since we got back together." Lu Qingpan stopped by her side, "I planned to take you out to eat, but I still feel more warm at home. I decided to stay at home. You were the one who cooked before, and this time I want to try it myself."

The voice from the side of the ear was very soft, and a faint fragrance penetrated into the tip of the nose. Jiang Lingyin raised her eyes to look at Lu Qingpan's soft eyebrows, and she really felt warm.

After Lu Qingpan finished speaking, he signaled her to go out, and then he started to process the ingredients.

Hearing this, instead of leaving, Jiang Lingyin stood by the kitchen and watched her.

Apart from worrying that Lu Qingpan could not cook a good meal, Jiang Lingyin also wanted to see more of Lu Qingpan like this.God knows how much she missed such an ordinary life during the breakup.

With previous experience, even if she gets along simply now, she cherishes it very much.

After about ten minutes passed, Lu Qingpan processed the ingredients and prepared to cook.

Pour the oil... As soon as the hot oil splashed out, Lu Qingpan changed his usual indifferent appearance, raised the lid of the pot as if facing a big enemy, and subconsciously jumped two steps back.

Jiang Lingyin laughed unkindly.

"I'm not afraid, I'm just worried that the oil will be splashed on the clothes and it won't be easy to wash." Lu Qingpan heard the laughter, coughed dryly, and tried to cover up the explanation.

"Didn't you wear an apron?" Jiang Lingyin asked.

Lu Qingpan took it for granted: "The apron is splashed with oil, and it's not easy to wash."

The oil stopped splashing, and Lu Qingpan reached out to pick up the green peppers that had been processed by the cooking table, ready to put them into the pot.

"Hey, Panpan! How can you put green peppers first when you fry green peppers and meat?" Jiang Lingyin hurriedly stepped forward to stop, "We need to fry the meat first, and then stir-fry the vegetables when the meat is cooked."

"I..." Lu Qingpan hesitated for a moment while holding the basket containing green peppers, "I just want to see if the vegetables are drained. Of course I know that meat should be fried first when cooking meat dishes."

As she spoke, she put down the basket containing vegetables, and picked up the large white porcelain bowl containing shredded lean pork.

The lean meat gradually changed color in the hot pot, and Lu Qingpan was about to pour green peppers into it, Jiang Lingyin suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "No wonder I always feel that something is wrong! Panpan, you forgot to pickle the shredded pork Make it! It’s not good to fry it like this.”

"Pickling?" Lu Qingpan frowned, "Do I need to pickle? How?"

"How about I fry it?" Jiang Lingyin stared at the shredded pork in the pot, thinking of a remedy, "Go out and rest."

Lu Qingpan put down the spatula, lowered his eyes in annoyance, and whispered like a child who has done something wrong: "I insist on cooking, am I causing you trouble?"

"of course not."

Looking at her like this, Jiang Lingyin's heart melted, and she hurried over to pick up the unfinished dishes from her to make amends.

Soon the steaming hot and fragrant shredded pork with green peppers came out of the oven. Jiang Lingyin smiled and said, "Look, this dish is not smashed. It was made by the two of us together."

Lu Qingpan stepped forward, hugged her waist, and whispered, "Jiang Jiang, teach me how to cook."

The back of her head was itchy from her hot and humid breathing, Jiang Lingyin moved her neck and poured the ingredients of another dish into the pot.

"I like cooking. I'll cook it for you. You don't need to learn."

"But, I just want to learn." Lu Qingpan muttered, and the hands on her waist were dishonestly cruising, "I said I want to spoil you as a child, and I have to do it. Which child is responsible for it?" Cooking and cooking?"

The waist and abdomen were touched by fingers, and it was abnormally numb, and the lower abdomen was faintly aroused.

"Panpan, don't make trouble, I'm cooking." Jiang Lingyin moved her waist, trying to get rid of Lu Qingpan's mischievous fingers, "I'm not a real kid, I'm just cooking, it's nothing."

"I said I won't let you down again, so I can't break my promise." Lu Qingpan noticed her dodging, the corners of her mouth slightly curled up, her eyes fell on her ears, and the tip of her tongue lightly touched.

Jiang Lingyin's breathing was a little difficult, her ears began to feel hot, and a blush spread across her cheeks in an instant.

"I don't care about this little thing."

"But, I care about it." Lu Qingpan deliberately blows into her ear, squeezes her earlobe lightly, and continues to swim with mischievous fingers.

Sensitive points were touched, and Jiang Lingyin couldn't help moaning.

Lu Qingpan's voice became softer and softer, caressing Jiang Lingyin's heart like a feather: "Jiang Jiang, teach me~"

The blushing Jiang Lingyin grabbed her hand, turned around and asked softly, "Don't you feel guilty for treating the kid like this?"

"I don't think so. I only do this to my children, and I don't even look at other children." Lu Qingpan took it for granted, licked his lips, and smiled with a soft smile showing a bit of charm.

Jiang Lingyin's eyes fell on the edge of her outstretched tongue, and she swallowed quietly.

"I think you are seducing children, and I have proof."

Lu Qingpan smiled deeply, and deliberately put the tip of his tongue against his lips again, and said in a drawn-out tone: "Then will the kid take the bait?"

As she finished speaking, Jiang Lingyin felt that the invisible hairs on her cheeks stood up, her throat became drier, and her eyes fell on Lu Qingpan's seductive red lips.

Who can stand this?

Anyway, Jiang Lingyin couldn't stand it anymore!

She answered Lu Qingpan's question with actions.

The lips held Lu Qingpan's upper lip, bit and licked lightly, looking for the tip of the tongue that naughtyly seduced her just now.

When the two were inseparable, the air became thinner, and a smell of paste interrupted their intimacy.

Jiang Lingyin parted the lingering kiss, looking at Lu Qingpan whose cheeks were blushing, her heart beating even more.But she had to see what was going on in the pot.

Very good...the scrambled eggs are mushy and black, it seems inedible.

Jiang Lingyin shrugged helplessly and had no choice but to dump the pot of battered eggs into the trash can.

"Jiang Jiang, you haven't promised me yet. Teach me how to cook." Lu Qing looked forward to seeing her back as she continued to work, and couldn't help acting softly with a soft voice.

Usually at this time, she should be working, but tonight she completely forgot about work.

For the first time, she felt that the kitchen was a wonderful place.

For example, now.

In the end, Jiang Lingyin couldn't match her coquettish tone, and reluctantly agreed to her request.Standing behind her, he taught her the steps of cooking carefully.

After more than an hour passed, the two of them finally brought out three dishes and one soup from the kitchen, and began to eat happily.

Lu Qingpan took a sip of his own cooking, his eyes lit up slightly, and he chuckled contentedly: "Let me just say, I am very talented in cooking. As long as you are willing to teach me, the dishes I cook must be delicious."

"That's right, I teach you well, master." Jiang Lingyin followed her words and praised herself, "Panpan, I'm your master, so don't call me a child, it's inappropriate."

"Where is it inappropriate?" Lu Qingpan paused for a while.

"It doesn't fit anywhere!" Jiang Lingyin blushed and coughed dryly, "Especially when you were intimate just now, I felt very ashamed when you called me a kid."

Lu Qingpan couldn't help but find it funny. She raised her eyes with a half-smile, looked into Jiang Lingyin's eyes and said, "Then...when you are intimate, I call you master, aren't you ashamed?"

Jiang Lingyin, who had clear eyes, felt blushed. Jiang Lingyin blushed uncomfortably and said, "Can't we be equal? ​​Master, I always feel like we're playing a role-playing game."

"Role-playing game?" Lu Qingpan raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it good?"

Of course not!Always reminds her of colored things.

Of course, it was impossible for Jiang Lingyin to say that.

Jiang Lingyin couldn't find a reason to refute, so she had to play Tai Chi and said, "Do you think role-playing games are good?"

"There's nothing wrong with adding more interest." Lu Qingpan pursed his lips and smiled, and said softly.

The author has something to say: Yunli [Washing hands excitedly]: Role-playing games are not limited to the roles of children and masters, do you two think about other things?Free clothes!