Bai Yueguang, the big boss of time travel, always likes to pretend to be a stand-in

An Hangting believes that if he looks in the mirror now, he will find that his face is uglier than when he was constipated.The ambition that had just been accumulated fell apart in an instant, why is it such a coincidence?Are you sure you're not playing with him?

To enter zs record, the fastest channel is to ask Gu Chiyuan.

An Hangting took a deep breath, a man can bend and stretch, face and so on, don't want it.

There are only two rooms between him and Gu Chiyuan, that is, a few steps away, but it took him nearly 10 minutes to walk this way.

An Hangting gritted his teeth and knocked on the door twice.

"Enter."

Pushing open the door, An Hangting poked his head inside, and saw Gu Chiyuan holding a notebook and wondering what he was looking at.

"Mr. Gu, I have something to ask you."

"Well, let's talk." Gu Chiyuan continued to browse the newly handed-in share certificate without raising his head.

"I've made up my mind. I want to start from my old job and become a singer."

Only then did Gu Chiyuan raise his head, staring at An Hangting for a while, "Didn't you just think about it?"

An Hangting showed an extremely submissive smile, "After I returned to the room, I tossed and turned, and suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred, and I felt that I had decided."

Gu Chiyuan raised his eyebrows, and returned to his work, "Yes."

Before An Hangting could relax, he heard him say again, "Go cook for me, and find someone to arrange for you to go to ZS Records tomorrow."

"Huh? Oh."

Why on earth is this person so obsessed with cooking?

An Hangting rolled up his sleeves angrily, and asked the servants of the Gu family to temporarily give up the kitchen to him.He took a cursory look at the ingredients in the refrigerator, and decided to make two small dishes for fun.

After a while, the rich aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, causing the passing servants to stop and peek inside.

"I didn't expect Mr. An to cook." The butler stood at the door of the kitchen at some point.

"I make it casually by myself. If you do a lot, you will become proficient. It can't be considered delicious, but it can be swallowed." An Hangting said modestly.

The housekeeper nodded, and his impression of Anhangting was refreshed once again. Those who posted in the past wanted to win the favor of the husband by virtue of their appearance, so they humbly acted as a well-behaved toy in front of the husband. Others are very easy to order, and it is even more impossible to cook.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, boiled okra.

When the delicious dishes were put on the table, Gu Chiyuan glanced at them, picked up his chopsticks and took a bite.

An Hangting is not worried about his cooking skills at all, but just hopes that the president of Jingfen will not be picky.

"What do you think?"

Gu Chiyuan paused, and then took another bite, one chopstick after another, as if the dishes on the table were too delicious for him to stop.

An Hangting knew that he was good at cooking, but he didn't expect that Gu Chiyuan, who was supposed to be used to delicacies from mountains and seas, would show a keen interest in these home-cooked dishes.

Judging by his appearance, there should be no problem with his request.

Gu Chiyuan put down the bowl and chopsticks, picked up a tissue, and wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully, "Tell me, is there reincarnation in this world?"

An Hangting was taken aback when he heard the words, and thought to himself, what is this Chairman Gu going crazy about?

"I think should not be."

Gu Chiyuan raised his head slowly, his eyes fixed on An Hangting's face, and there was a trace of madness hidden in his gloomy eyes, "Then, what about resurrecting the soul with a corpse?"

An Hangting's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't answer for a moment.

Didn't he find something?