My Wife Poke Me

Xiang Jichen said.

Wen Zhu went to see what was in the refrigerator, and finally turned out only one tomato, two eggs, and a bag of noodles.

She turned and asked, "These ingredients can only be egg noodles."

"can."

Wen Zhu took the ingredients and went to the kitchen.

The kitchen was very clean and there was no trace of it.

She couldn't help thinking, didn't Fanger come here often? The kitchen looked impersonal.

And in the ward at noon, she faintly heard the conversation between the two, as if not very happy.

Are they arguing?

Wen Zhu reacted to what she was thinking, she patted her head severely.

Does this have anything to do with her, what does she want to do?

Withdrawing his thoughts, Wen Zhu began to cook seriously.

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Xiang Jichen waited for 15 minutes in the living room. Wen Zhu brought a bowl of noodles out.

She put it on the table and pushed it to the man.

Wen Zhu looked at him and said, "I don't know if it suits your taste."

Strictly speaking, this should be the first man to eat her food.

Shi Jingqian has not even eaten.

The man did not speak, picked up a pair of chopsticks and lowered his head to eat.

He ate everything from a bowl of noodles, and he did not give any comments.

Therefore, Wen Zhu couldn't guess whether he felt delicious or not.

Xiang Jichen lowered his chopsticks, his deep eyes stared at Wen Zhu, "painted in the second drawer of the study table, get it yourself."

Wen Zhuxi lip, "Isn't this okay?"

"Rest assured, I know you are not the kind of person who likes to touch other people's things."

Wen Zhu: "..."

What she said didn't seem to mean that at all.

The man had closed his eyes and ignored her.

There was no way, Wen Zhu went upstairs by herself.

The study has been cleaned by the housekeeping aunt, so I can't tell at all that something happened yesterday.

Wen Zhu went into the study and found the painting in the second drawer of the table.

Of course, that necklace was put with that painting.

Wen Zhu took the painting away, and as for the necklace, it was restored to its original position.

Of course, you can't take other people's things for nothing. Before going downstairs, Wen Zhu transferred the money to the man using WeChat.

Xiang Jichen seemed to be playing with his mobile phone, so when he received this transfer, he put a question mark over it.

Wen Zhu has already come down, so he did not reply, but looked at the man and said, "This is the money you paid for the auction that day."

"I said that if you want, the money must be out of me."

Wen Zhu looked at him and said, "Since the president is willing to give it to me, how can it not pay?"

As the saying goes, there is no free lunch in the world.

She has passed that age, and believes that the age of pie will fall from the sky.

He said, "If you insist on giving me money, put down the painting."

"I want to know why the president did not collect my money?" Wen Zhu stared at the man. "After all, the president and I have only just met each other for a month."

For a moment, her naive thought flashed in her mind.

But the next second I was rejected by myself, and my heart began to abandon myself again.

How could she have this idea, he wasn't at all.

The man's deep eyes met her, his gaze was clear, and he only listened to his voice and said, "I said, as long as you succeed in the game, I will promise you a request."

Wen Zhudao: "I remember I also said, that's what I should do, so you don't owe me anything at all."