The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

He reached out to the wound, and his spiritual power condensed.

As soon as it started, Su Nanzhi suddenly backed away, shrinking back into the sofa.

Subconsciously, Jiang Beiyu stretched out his other hand and put it on the left and right sides of her knee, "Don't move around."

Probably moved too fast.

When I really reacted, I found that the touch on my hand was a little slippery.

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

Su Nanzhi: "..."

The former withdrew his hand belatedly, and coughed dryly at Su Nanzhi twice: "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

Su Nanzhi's voice was very low: "... a bit."

Jiang Beiyu subconsciously replied, "Then I'll take it easy."

After answering, I found out that the line was wrong no matter what I thought.

"..."

The two fell silent again.

It was deathly silence.

The wound on Su Nanzhi's leg finally healed, but the snow-white one was also dazzling.

The legs are also nice.

Although Jiang Beiyu had never seen the little girl wear any clothes with less fabric, she never showed off her legs and figure like those little girls outside in summer.

If Su Nanzhi had been a little more high-profile, the No. 1 middle school beauty would have been replaced long ago.

But the proportion of the legs, Jiang Beiyu used to go to the exhibition with Mrs. Jiang occasionally, and the proportion of the models was no more than that.

The trouser legs were lowered.

Mr. Jiang finally kept his integrity and the bottom line in his teaching career, which will end soon.

"Are you hungry?" Jiang Beiyu asked with a normal face, "Do you want to eat something? The chef is not here today, how about Mr. Jiang cooking for you?"

Su Nanzhi: "..."

"How about ordering takeaway?" Su Nanzhi proposed such a constructive plan based on the actual situation.

For so many years, Su Nanzhi has never cooked seriously by herself, and she knows very limited things at present, so she is naturally not a genius in cooking.

Jiang Beiyu, such a nobleman doesn't look like he can cook.

Jiang Beiyu's fighting spirit was probably aroused by Su Nanzhi's questioning.

"Su Xiaozhi, do you not believe my cooking skills with your eyes?"

Su Nanzhi was silent for a while, and then said: "How could it be? Mr. Jiang, you just consumed a lot of spiritual power, you should sit down and rest for a while."

Jiang Beiyu didn't feel tired.

So don't listen to her.

So, while Jiang was working in the kitchen, Su Nanzhi sat on the sofa and clicked on a certain group app, watching with great interest.

This is called plan B.

But Jiang Beiyu seemed a little unexpected.

He can really cook.

The scent gradually wafting from the kitchen filled his nostrils.

Su Nanzhi was somewhat shocked.

Until the two steaming bowls of tomato fat beef noodles came up with poached eggs, no matter in terms of aroma or color matching, there was nothing wrong with it.

Looking at the appearance, you can tell that it is the standard of the noodle shop outside.

"..."

A real person cannot be judged by his appearance.

Jiang Beiyu: "Come and sit down, and try my craft."

Su Nanzhi sat down silently, then watched Jiang Beiyu helplessly pour some hot sauce into his noodles.

Jiang Beiyu showed no sympathy for her eyes: "Don't think about it, you can't eat spicy food."

From the very beginning, when Su Nanzhi stayed here to protect him, Jiang Beiyu could tell that this little girl was all hot and unhappy.

"Tomato fat beef noodles, if you add spicy food, it's a dark dish, don't even think about it."

Su Nanzhi remained expressionless: Oh, then don't be a double-standard dog yourself.