"How much?"

Rong Luchi raised his eyes and looked at Song Wanwan who was working hard to eat beside him.

"Just kidding, I don't have time to cook every day. I have a lot of things to do. Sometimes I come home very late."

"If I take this job, I'll have to get off work from the company during the day and come to your house at night."

As Song Wanwan analyzed, he found something wrong.

“That feels a bit weird.”

She talked a lot to herself.

Rong Luchi kept looking at her with deep eyes.

"If you're free, come and cook. A meal costs 800 yuan. No other requirements."

Eight hundred for a meal!

When Song Wanwan heard this, his eyes lit up!

"Huh? Eight hundred dollars for a dinner? Will there be a deduction if I mess up?"

"Won't."

Song Wanwan's hand holding the small porcelain bowl began to tremble slightly.

That sounds good.

The labor fee for a meal is 800 yuan.

I can earn a few thousand a month and save some money for my grandpa’s medicine!

"Can I ask why?" Song Wanwan leaned over and asked.

This man's thoughts were so unconventional that she felt she couldn't keep up.

"We need a cook."

"Do you think my cooking is delicious?"

This question stumped Rong Luchi.

He looked at the table full of food that was not particularly exquisite.

But the taste is warm and cozy which you can’t find outside.

"No, I don't like people coming into my house."

"Oh, so I'm not someone else." Song Wanwan smiled and looked at him with her beautiful eyes blinking.

This sounds a bit like asking for a beating.

"No, my soldiers."

"Okay!"

If she heard that, she wouldn't be afraid anymore.

"But cooking depends on my mood. If you make me unhappy, I won't give you any food!"

Song Wanwan said happily.

She wants to be a tough guy in front of the big boss.

"for example?"

"For example, I won't do something like what happened just now!"

Speaking of what happened just now, Song Wanwan felt inexplicably angry.

What kind of thing is it to tease her so blatantly?

Rong Luchi smiled, but didn't say anything.

"Okay, as you say."

Song Wanwan was a little surprised and she glanced at him.

Seeing that he was smiling, I immediately looked away.

Why does Rong Lüchi feel weird today?

Is it because of drinking that things are acting weird?

"But I have one more thing to add. You can't use your status to put pressure on me. You have to respect me."

"Well, it depends on my mood."

Song Wanwan: "..."

"Then I won't do it."

"Aren't you afraid that I will take revenge on you?" Rong Luchi raised his eyebrows slightly and tilted his head to look at her.

"I know that it's easy to change the country, but it's hard to change one's nature!"

"Thank you."

Song Wanwan looked at his smile, which was pleasing to the eye but also deserved a beating.

I just casually took on this job.

She felt like she had fallen into it and no longer had the decisiveness she once had.

When he thought of this, Song Wanwan felt something was wrong.

But there is no solution at the moment.

It can even be said that she can no longer see clearly into her own heart.

After dinner, the two of them cleared the table together.

Rong Luchi put the dishes into the dishwasher.

Song Wanwan stood by the table and wiped it.

Watching the man carry the dishes into the dishwasher and then operate it skillfully.

You can tell at first glance that he is someone who cooks often.

"Since you can cook for yourself, why do you have to spend money on me?"

“Caring about employees.”

"Tsk, I'm not your employee. I'm just on secondment."

"You have tens of thousands of Rong's employees. Do you care about every one of them this much?"

"No, just you."

"Um?"

Rong Luchi stood up and looked back: "There is no such unlucky guy as you in the Rong family."

There was a hint of regret in that clear voice.

After hearing that tone, Song Wanwan felt like feeling sorry for herself.

"I think you are most likely interested in me, but I'm not interested in the boss of the Rong Group."

After Song Wanwan finished speaking, he angrily dropped the table cloth, turned around and ran away holding his photo frame.

Rong Luchi didn't get angry. He turned around and took the computer into the study.

Song Wanwan returned home, put his photo frame on the coffee table, and jumped onto the sofa and sat down.

She wanted to ask Zhou Mianmian whether she was a spy sent by Rong Luchi!

But holding the phone, she no longer had the courage to make a call.

They were the only two people who knew about her and Rong Luchi.

If Mianmian knew about this, she would definitely help them get together.

She was already confused enough, what if she was brainwashed by Zhou Mianmian, that crazy girl...

"No, the consequences are too serious!" Song Wanwan shook his head violently.

Absolutely not.

That crazy girl is obsessed with Rong Luchi.

And tried to take him down.

Let’s keep it a secret for now.

Song Wanwan stood up, picked up the photo frame and walked to the cloakroom.

Hide her in a closet.

If Rong Luchi hadn't seen it, she might have appreciated her own thoughts a little.

But now she just feels too ashamed and can't do it!

Just as I hid myself, Zhou Mianmian called.

"Baby, did you find the package? Did you see it?"

"I found it. Don't do this again next time. It's scary."

"Hey, it's because I saw how hot my baby was, and I couldn't help myself." Zhou Mianmian leaned on the sofa, slurping noodles and sighing.

"With your figure and beauty, even a man like Rong Luchi would lose control!"

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