Goodnight, Mr. CEO! Chapter 902: : help you clean the room, no money
Soon, Jiang Xibao had the meal ready.
Three dishes and one porridge.
And the steaming white rice that just came out of the pot, with distinct grains, looks very tempting.
“…”
Jiang Xibao was holding the food, looking at the living room where the coffee table was, his eyes were blank.
Sure enough, no matter how many times I look at it, I just think this is a garbage dump.
After a loud bang.
Liang Yuran expressionlessly swept the things on the 'coffee table' in front of him to the ground.
“…”
Jiang Xibao put the dinner plate in front of Liang Yuran.
"I don't know what you like to eat, so I only cook a little of everything."
She smiled warmly, and Liang Yuran's eyes kept falling on her face.
“…”
“…”
The two looked at each other face to face, Jiang Xibao was a little puzzled.
"Chopsticks..."
Seeing that she didn't respond, Liang Yuran spoke helplessly.
"Oh, yes! I'll get it!"
Jiang Xibao turned around and went into the kitchen. When he came back, he had more cutlery in his hand.
"Give."
Hand it to him.
Liang Yuran looked at the soft white hands and took it without saying a word.
Jiang Xibao found a space beside the coffee table with difficulty and sat down.
He put his hands on his cheeks and looked at Liang Yuran.
"Fat beef in sour soup, boiled cabbage heart, smooth egg shrimp and preserved egg lean meat porridge."
Liang Yuran was expressionless.
He looked down at the beef in sour soup.
The golden soup is also dotted with green and red peppers, the beef slices are still shiny, and the hot and sour taste is rushing towards the face, steaming and making people full of saliva.
Put the chopsticks on the rice, and the soup immediately pours through the rice.
More crystal clear.
"Is it delicious?"
Seeing him eating, Jiang Xibao asked, smiling warmly in the dark yellow wall lamp.
Liang Yuran still maintained a high-cold attitude and remained silent, but the movement of putting down chopsticks was obviously accelerated.
While he was eating, Jiang Xibao looked around carefully.
"How long has it been since you cleaned here?"
Liang Yuran's hands suddenly stopped, and he looked up at her vigilantly, which made Jiang Xibao feel a little inexplicable.
"One month."
"Only a month!!!?"
Jiang Xibao opened her eyes wide, she thought it would take at least half a year to do this.
It's only been a month.
Liang Yuran resumed his silence and handed him the empty bowl.
Jiang Xibao naturally took it and walked towards the kitchen, only to hit his leg halfway and make a hissing sound.
When she came back after filling the rice, Jiang Xibao didn't notice that the thing that hit her just now was quietly moved to the side.
"Who called you here?"
Liang Yuran's face showed no joy or anger. After eating a bowl, it was obvious that the speed of eating had slowed down.
"The one with silver hair."
Holy Hand.
Liang Yuran knew it.
"That..."
Jiang Xibao avoided the **** at his feet and wanted to sit down, but after all, he didn't get past the hurdle in his heart.
Too messy.
Liang Yuran raised her head, looking at her with an unsure look in her eyes.
"Can I... help you clean the room?"
She looks sick all over!
"No money!"
As if afraid of Liang Yuran's misunderstanding, he hurriedly added another sentence.
Liang Yuran didn't speak, the tall figure brought a huge shadow, forming a strong gust of air in the dim living room, making the surrounding atmosphere strange and cold.
The thick curtains are airtight, and the outside sunlight does not shine at all, and there is a gloomy smell in the air.
Jiang Xibao couldn't help shivering.
"Whatever you want."
For a long time, the words "cold" spit out from Liang Yuran's thin lips.
My eyes moved down her chubby little face to her neck, where there were red marks that he had injured before.
Nosy.
Liang Yuran said something coldly in his heart.
His eyes moved to her neck involuntarily.