Rebirth of a Movie Queen: the President of the Empire Is Sent to the Door

   Ji Chengze did not answer, but silently put the bowl of soup back on the tray.

  If you look closely, you can still find that the tips of his ears are a little bit red, which seems to be shy and embarrassing.

  Being with this person for so long, how could An Ruixin not understand that if this person does not refute, it is an admission in disguise.

  So, he really made this soup?

  An Ruixin glanced at Ji Chengze without a trace. It is hard to imagine that this stomped, the proud man of the sky, the entire F city and even the Z country can shake three times, the business giant would actually make himself a stew with his own hands.

  Imagine this man with facial paralysis wearing a childish cartoon apron and frowning around a pot and stove. Surprisingly, he does not feel strange, but a little...harmonious.

  Although the stewed results are not satisfactory. An Ruixin glanced at the bowl of soup meaningfully.

  Now she finally knows why the soup is black. The big boss with ten fingers that doesn't touch Yang Chunshui probably doesn't even understand what was thrown in, so she just poured all the ingredients in.

  Finally, not to mention it was cooked into a hodgepodge, it seemed that the pot was burned, so that the soup was filled with a terrible burnt smell.

   But even so, An Ruixin still had to admit that she was warmed up, and she was no longer as angry as she looked at the bowl of soup.

Thinking that she had said too much in front of this person before, An Ruixin coughed and tried to remedy: "Actually, it's not that bad. It was a bit irritating when I just took it. Maybe it's because my taste is a little bit weak recently. It’s good. The aftertaste is still good after drinking."

  An Ruixin seemed to be afraid that Ji Chengze wouldn't believe it, so she had to pour the soup again when she picked up the bowl of soup again.

  Ji Chengze clasped her wrist wisely and snatched Tang back at the last minute.

   "Don't force it, it's bad for your health."

  He stewed this bowl of soup to replenish An Ruixin's body. If it in turn caused An Ruixin to eat her stomach, wouldn't it be worth the loss?

  Furthermore, if An Ruixin really has something to do because of this, it will be him who feels distressed at that time.

An Ruixin looked at Ji Chengze's extremely serious appearance, but did not continue to cling to the bowl of soup, and smiled slightly: "This is the first time someone made something for me after my parents passed away." Sincerely, she said. Just make it for her alone.

  Ji Chengze's eyes lit up, staring at An Ruixin's face with a serious look; "In the future, there will be many opportunities, many firsts."

  An Ruixin was taken aback, lowered her head slightly, feeling warm in her heart: "Yeah."

  In the end, this bowl of soup did not enter An Ruixin's stomach, and was thrown out of the room by Ji Chengze with an attitude that could not be rejected.

  However, the soup was thrown out, but the person who brought the soup didn't even consciously leave.

  An Ruixin looked at someone who was still like a mountain, and suddenly remembered that this seemed to be Ji Chengze’s room. After hesitating for a while, she couldn’t help but said: “Well, let me go to the guest room. Where is your guest room?”

  Ji Chengze did not answer An Ruixin’s question. Instead, he glanced at his room calmly, focusing on the exaggerated European-style bed.

  "This room is big and the bed is big."

   "So...so?" The expression on An Ruixin's face became stiff, and the bad premonition in her heart became stronger.

   "It is not a problem for us to live together."

  An Ruixin: "!"