Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

Li Beijue raised his eyes scornfully, glanced at her impatiently, and touched his thin lips up and down, "I think pleasing to the eye is the standard." But so far, he has only looked at a woman pleasing to the eye.

Therefore, Ji Eunen is the standard.

The hostess heard the cloud in the mist, and wanted to ask more, but watching his impatient face, she shut up wisely. Turning aside the topic and talking about the financial section. Chi Enen didn't understand all of them, and started to daze while holding the rag.

She hadn't seen this man for a long time since they broke up three months ago, and she has even deliberately avoided news of him in the past few months. I don't know why, this time she saw him looking pale across the screen, and it looked like he was seriously ill...

Li Beijue is sick?

Is it too tired? Or... because of her?

Although I felt that the possibility of being alone was very small, Ji Eun's heart still trembled.

She picked up the TV remote control panel on the coffee table and turned off the TV with a click.

The house finally calmed down.

It shouldn't be because of her, right?

She had analyzed it carefully, and Li Beijue said that she liked her at the time, mostly because she helped him block it, and was moved for a while.

Well, it certainly can't be because of her.

Chi En'en exhaled, put aside the mess of thoughts in his mind, adjusted his mentality, and started to clean up again.

She comes to the villa to clean every week, so the villa is very clean. Simply wipe the furniture and floor. But the villa is big, even if she just wiped the furniture and the floor, she cleaned it up for almost an hour and a half before barely tidying it up.

After doing this, Chi Enen didn't rest. He washed his hands quickly, put on an apron, and opened the refrigerator.

As usual, the refrigerator is filled with various vegetables and meats.

She picked out a few and took them into the kitchen.

The husband of hidden marriage said that he had a relative in Beijing who was sick and wanted to eat home-cooked food. Please help her to cook some home-cooked dishes at home every time she finishes cleaning, and the driver will send her the food to the hospital after delivery.

People did a great favor to herself, but asked her to clean and cook a meal every week. Of course Chi Enen had no problem. She turned on the faucet and threw the red tomatoes into the water one by one. Thinking while washing.

Cooking, cooking...what shall I do today?

The patient should eat a little lighter. Last week, she made stewed chicken with mushrooms, fish **** with pork meat, fried sea cucumber with green onions... What about this week? Can't just make tomato scrambled eggs?

The tomatoes were tumbling in the water, and Chi En'en swiftly washed them one by one, then took them out and put them aside. Suddenly, there was a flash of light in my mind, and I thought of a light-tasting dish-tomato sirloin!

Just do it.

She trot to open the refrigerator, and sure enough, there was fresh sirloin in the refrigerator.

She took out the sirloin, took the ribs and winter melon, and got busy.

Stewed beef brisket with tomato, ribs and winter melon soup...make some side dishes, it should be enough.

She counted the time, she could only do that if she didn't have enough food. She got off work very late, and if she doesn't go home, her baby in the pool will blow up her hair.

Chi Enen's sword is fast, and his hands and feet are swift.

An hour later, most of the dishes were ready, only the ribs and winter melon soup were still boiled on the stove.

She untied her apron, turned off the fire to a minimum, turned and walked out.

The living room was cleaned and brightly cleaned, and it was indescribably beautiful in the afterglow of the setting sun. Looking at the results of her labor, she raised her mouth in a happy mood. Regardless of fatigue, he picked up the bag on the sofa and found out the phone.

Sure enough, the phone screen was swiped by the message sent by Chi Baobao.

——Women, you haven't got off work yet?

——I remember, you have to work overtime every Friday.

--When are you going to pick me up? I'm bored.

——Hey, woman, I'm going home. Teacher Nick sent me back, how about you? Still at get off work?

——Why don’t you reply to me? Chi Eun, don't you know how to get out of the wall, right?

——Are you really with a man? Get back to me!