1579 Master Wang: We Donât Need You to Cook
Dressed in black, Qiao Nian slowly walked out of the sanatorium with one hand in her pocket.
Ye Wangchuan was leaning against the car on the side.
He didnât fly his red-flagged car today. He switched to an SUV. The model was big and handsome. The carâs wild metal frame glowed silver under the lights.
It was quite eye-catching.
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But none of them were as eye-catching as the man leaning against the SUV.
Ye Wangchuan was wearing a black shirt today. The collar of the shirt was open, revealing a beautiful collarbone. It was as white as jade, and there was a seductive aura to it.
Qiao Nian stopped in her tracks and raised an eyebrow when she saw him. Her dark eyes looked in his direction.
However, she only took a deep look and quickly retracted her gaze. As if nothing had happened, she casually continued walking in his direction.
âGu San didnât come?â
Ye Wangchuan looked up and noticed that Qiao Nian had come out.
The girl was wearing a baseball cap. She was tall and uninhibited and smelled of disinfectant. It was obvious that she had stayed in the sanatorium with Old Master Jiang the entire day.
He opened the door, dropped the electronic cigarette back on the seat, and turned to open the door for the girl, his eyes relaxed. âWell, heâs got something to do. Get in first.â
âOh.â Qiao Nian didnât think too much about it. She nodded calmly, got into the front passenger seat, and put on her seatbelt.
Ye Wangchuan went around the car and got inside as well. After fastening his seatbelt, he adjusted the window for her to let in the fresh air. Then, he tilted his head and asked, âWhat do you want to eat tonight?â
âErmâ¦â Qiao Nian took out her phone hand and looked down at the message Nie Mi had sent her. Hearing this, she looked up again, her eyes dark and bright. She leaned against the window and propped her arm up. After thinking for a long time, she said casually, âI donât know.â
âYou donât know?â Ye Wangchuan couldnât help but chuckle. He leaned back as well, as lazy as Qiao Nian. âHot pot?â
The girl glanced his way. After a moment, she looked away, shook her head, and straightened. âIâm tired of eating hot pot.â
âTsk.â Ye Wangchuanâs thin lips curled up. His deep eyes were like a cold lake as he looked at the person beside him. âI thought you would never get tired of eating hot pot.â
Qiao Nian pondered over his words and said in a rare serious tone, âNo way. If I eat separately three times a week, I naturally wonât get tired of it. But Iâll get tired of it if I eat it every day.â
This explanation itself was quite a big shot.
But Ye Wangchuan didnât say anything. He turned on the air conditioner and started the car, then said, âThen, weâll eat at home. Iâll go to the supermarket and buy some groceries.â
Of course, Qiao Nian had no objections. She raised the corners of her eyes, looking rather attractive. âYouâll cook?â
Ye Wangchuanâs gaze fell from her flamboyant eyes to her moist red lips. He paused for a moment before looking away and replying lazily, âWhy donât you cook for me personally?â
Qiao Nian was very calm. She glanced at him indifferently, raised her hands, and said frankly, âIf you donât mind having tomato scrambled eggs.â
Ye Wangchuan smiled and rubbed the top of her head. It was itchy and tingly. He reluctantly withdrew his hand, gripped the steering wheel again, and floored the accelerator. âWe donât need you to cook at home.â
His voice was lazy but full of affection. âWhat do you want to eat? Iâll make it for you.â
Qiao Nian pursed her lips and glanced at him through the rearview mirror. After a while, she replied in a clear voice, âIâll eat whatever you make.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Thinking for a moment, she raised her eyebrows and added casually, âIâm not picky.â