My Wife Poke Me

Say yes to Ji Chen.

Wen Zhu went to see what was in the refrigerator, but in the end he only found one tomato, two eggs, and a pack of noodles.

She turned around and asked, "These ingredients can only be used to make egg noodles."

"Can."

Wen Zhu took the ingredients and went to the kitchen.

The kitchen is very clean, no trace of anyone touching it.

She couldn't help but think, doesn't Fang Er come here often? This kitchen doesn't look human at all.

Moreover, in the ward at noon, she vaguely heard the conversation between the two of them, which seemed not to be very pleasant.

Are the two of them quarreling?

When Wen Zhu realized what she was thinking, she slapped her head hard.

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

After withdrawing his thoughts, Wen Zhu began to cook seriously.

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

She put it on the table and pushed it in front of the man.

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

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

Even Shi Jingqian had never eaten it.

The man said nothing, picked up a pair of chopsticks and started eating.

He ate the whole bowl of noodles without any comment.

So Wen Zhu couldn't guess whether he thought it tasted delicious or not.

Xiang Jichen put down his chopsticks and stared at Wen Zhu with his deep eyes, "The painting is in the second drawer of the study table. Go get it yourself."

Wen Zhu pursed her lips and said, "Isn't this good?"

"Don't worry, I know you're not the kind of person who likes to touch other people's things."

Wen Zhu: "..."

She didn't seem to mean it at all.

The man had closed his eyes and ignored her.

Wen Zhu had no choice but to go upstairs by himself.

The study room has been cleaned by the housekeeping aunt, so it is impossible to tell that anything happened here yesterday.

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

Of course, the necklace and the painting were put together.

Wen Zhu took away the painting and put the necklace back in its original place.

Of course, you can't take other people's things for free. Before going downstairs, Wen Zhu transferred the money to the man using WeChat.

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

Wen Zhu had already come down, so he didn't reply. Instead, he looked at the man and said, "President, this is the money you paid for the painting you auctioned that day."

"I said, if you want it, I have to pay for it."

Wen Zhu looked at him and said, "Since the president is willing to give me this painting, why not pay for it?"

As the saying goes, there is no free lunch.

She has passed the age where she believed that pie would fall from the sky.

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

"I want to know why the president doesn't accept my money?" Wen Zhu stared at the man, "After all, the president and I have only known each other for a month."

For a moment, that innocent idea suddenly flashed through her mind again.

But the next second he was rejected by himself, and he began to despise himself again.

How could she still have such thoughts? He was not like that at all.

The man's deep eyes met hers, his gaze was magnanimous, and he said in a low voice: "I said, as long as you succeed in the competition, I will agree to your request."

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