Chapter Two hundred and ten

When Yi sits in the back seat, the facial expression is a little somber, looking at the uncle Chen in the rearview mirror asks a way, "when Madam went home? "

I felt the hair on my back stand up, uncle Chen nodded, "go back. " Looking at the rearview mirror when the low face, thought: is The lady and the President have a problem? It can't be that bad luck!

Wipe a cold sweat in the dark, Uncle Chen asked timidly, "boss, what's the matter? "

This is not his meddlesome, but his boss every time with his wife temper, bad luck is these workers. Who wants to be in the fridge every day? Or the kind that explodes at the drop of a hat!

"Well, that's all right. Has Anyone from home been there? "

"No, not today. But a bunch of Paparazzi ran there the other day, but they were all cleaned up by their underlings. " When Yi asked this question, uncle Chen couldn't say how relieved he was, as long as he wasn't angry with his boss's wife. I was just worried about the boss'wife being harassed at home.

In a sense, uncle Chen thought quite reliable, but the boss to harass the mother is not Paparazzi but love rival.

The car went ahead smoothly and suddenly came to a sudden stop.

Shiyi's already unhappy mood became worse. "What's the matter? " He asked coldly. Luckily, he was holding the fruit, or he would surely knock it.

Uncle Chen beat a shiver, want to cry without tears, "in front of a car accident, the road was closed. " He DID NOT WANT TO BRAKE! But he can't make up his mind when it comes out of the blue!

A car accident? When Yi eyes flash a cold light, "take a detour. " His mind is like ants on a hot pan, chaos became a mass. If he doesn't get home soon, this guy will go to Luigi Nono. He's sure that he won't do anything to Luigi Nono, but he doesn't want them to be alone!

The vinegar jar in the heart of president when big broke, and it is a century old cellar.

"boss, only this way... " Uncle Chen is about to cry out, he is really good bad luck ah, hit the boss in a bad mood when the traffic jam, the morning to go out must have forgotten to look at the yellow calendar, all things inappropriate!

Shiyi didn't say anything, but the air conditioning was enough to give the other two people in the car a cold, and a bad one.

Fruit rubbed his arm, constant regret: he just should not use season uncle as a stimulus object, is really his words will suffer! How pathetic you are!

Uncle Ji, forgive me. I had no choice.

"AH-CHOO! ah-choo! " Ji Southeast just entered the room, is ready to change shoes, sneezing on a non-stop hit out.

"What's the matter? " Cheng snow cares to ask a way, "is the air-conditioning in the home too low? I turn up a bit. " Say Looking for the remote control to adjust the temperature.

"No, may be dust into the nose."Ji Southeast rubbed his nose, can someone scold him? Who is it? Isn't Yi still unconscious?

Some strange look at him, Cheng Snow looked around, although she did not go home these days, but does not mean that there is no one at home to clean it. Why would there be dust?

But now that he had said it, he didn't have to ask, and the conversation turned to, "why are you here all of a sudden? "

"I heard some news, said when Yi fell ill, come to see if you need help. " Ji Southeast said very warm, if other women may also be some touched, but this is cheng snow.

Chennault knew that he could not give him the result he wanted, so it was better not to give him hope. His tone was cool and polite. "thank you for your kindness, " he replied. "I can handle it here. "

Ji Southeast who can not know each other's meaning, but he does not want the result, just want to stay with Cheng snow more time, this is enough.

Eyes like water tender tenderness, looking at Cheng snow some haggard face, heartache to: "You these days are thin, I just as a friend care about you, by the way to talk with you about a business. "

Mall friends to help friends, or friends to find friends to cooperate is a normal thing, Cheng snow a listen to this, there is no reason to reject each other, had to put on a business face.

"Commander Ji, this business we have to discuss... "

"Don't be anxious to work! " Ji Southeast looked at her discontentedly, interrupted her words, "who first talk about money to talk about business, can not have a meal understand? "

Finish saying the food that oneself just put on one side to put on the table, mischievously blinked an eye, "eat while talking, contract I brought. "

Cheng Snow Nuo one Leng, did not expect the other party to prepare unexpectedly so Zhou Dao, now oneself had to follow the arrangement of the other party to go down.

I was unpacking takeout when a message flashed through my mind. "I've got SOUP IN THE KITCHEN! " It was nearly dry after so long!

Ran to the kitchen in a hurry and turned off the fire. Gingerly carried out chicken soup, beckoning the southeast, "come, help me to get two pairs of chopsticks, taste how I do this time? "

She bought this special black chicken stew soup, these two days have not had a good rest, need to repair. She bought two of them specially, made another one for him when he woke up, and cooked one for herself.

The familiar ran to take two pairs of bowls and chopsticks, "smell good, eat up certainly more good. You this stew is what ah? " Ji Southeast curious will be the lid of the pot, a smell head on, so that his stomach has been called Hungry Ah!

"Very fragrant! This is black chicken? " Looked in the pot does not have Liu Qiu's regiment, how this soup gives the human's sense of smell vision difference so big!

Cheng snow looked closely, some face hang, "this soup looks like this, does not look good to eat fragrant! " She does not know why the pot is all black, is it time to cook too long to cook the Black Chicken stew rotten?

Ladling a spoon into a bowl, sure enough, "the chicken has been simmered for too long, " Cheng said with some remorse. "It's because I forgot about time. " Next time, be sure to turn the heat down a bit, it's not easy to cook like this.

"It doesn't matter, it tastes good until it's overcooked. Let me taste it. " Ji took snow's soup, sniffed it, sipped it, and looked at her approvingly. "It's good, taste it yourself. "

"really? " Looked suspiciously at JI southeast, she was very doubtful about the taste of this pot of soup.

JI looked at her encouragingly to let her taste.

But under the bow of a small taste, "good smell! " It seems that he has the potential to cook well! Chennault said with a smirk. "I made a good stew this time. I'm sure the next one will be better than this one. "

"You'll have to ask me to authenticate it next time! "

"Ha ha ha, yes! "