The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

In the end, I didn't expect that listening to Jiang Beiyu's incomprehensible things last night would have such a good hypnotic effect.

How much does Jiangbeiyu charge for a one-hour supplementary class?

Find him next time you suffer from insomnia.

Young Master He did what he said, and he smelled the aroma from the kitchen before taking two steps.

"No wonder this dog doesn't like to go out to eat. The food at home is so good, what's the point of going out to eat?" He Jingchuan muttered subconsciously.

Guy He's food is also good, but he can't help but have an old mother who is very confident in her cooking skills.

Mrs. He herself is also a golden branch and a jade leaf. Marrying He Jingchuan's father is also a combination of childhood sweethearts, but they can't help but love each other for twenty or thirty years. It is a romantic thing for a wife to cook for her husband to wash his hands. But it's not enough for his mother's cooking skills to spoil his father alone, even taking him and his little sister along.

The most important thing is that He Jingchuan's father doesn't know how many layers of filters he has added to his wife's dishes every time, and he praises so much that people can't bear to listen.

He Jingchuan woke up and saw that there was nothing around him, only a little movement in the kitchen. He walked over and met the chef who came out with breakfast.

A little embarrassing.

He Jingchuan smiled: "Master, how about making breakfast?"

The other party has a round head and a round head, and he smiled when he saw him, "Mr. He, Mr. Jiang said that if you wake up first in the morning, the toiletries are on the coffee table, and you can wash up first."

It was only then that He Jingchuan noticed that there was something else on the coffee table, like toothbrushes and towels.

"What about others?"

"Mr. Jiang got up in the morning and went for a run."

He Jingchuan raised his eyebrows: "I didn't see it, he still pays so much attention to exercise."

The chef brother smiled and started his busy work again.

He Jingchuan went to wash up. Although he didn't take a shower last night and his clothes were a little wrinkled, this did not affect Young Master He's narcissism at all. He cleaned himself up, and when he went out again, Jiang Beiyu came back.

He was wearing shorts that reached above his knees and loose white short sleeves. It was obvious that he had just returned from a run, and he was still a little sweaty, but his state after exercising was obvious, with the youthfulness of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy feel.

He Jingchuan suddenly lost his temper, "Why do I look like a businessman who smells like copper compared to you?"

Jiang Beiyu was planning to go upstairs to take a shower and change clothes, when he heard this, he turned his head and asked meaningfully, "Aren't you?"

He Jingchuan: "..."

Well, he is.

He loves the smell of copper.

"Why didn't you call me last night?"

"Seeing that you are sleeping so soundly, I stopped barking," Jiang Beiyu laughed, his Ruifeng eyes were filled with amusement, "What's the matter, my sofa is not comfortable enough?"

He Jingchuan: "..."

Jiang Beiyu didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he turned and went upstairs, because he was sweating all over his body just after exercising, and he was also hot.

When Jiang Beiyu was about to unscrew the doorknob with his other hand, he had already lifted his jacket to take off with the other hand. When he entered the door, his jacket was almost completely taken off.

As a result, he closed the door and turned around to look, and met a pair of big eyes that had just woken up and were still a little confused.

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

Hasty.

Forget that there is another person in the room.

Jiang Beiyu, a young man in his twenties put on his clothes silently.

As a result, the little girl said: "Mr. Jiang, you have a good figure."