Chapter 222 Cheongsam Temptation

He Qingshan has a dinner party today. He has to do business and meet all kinds of people, so going out for social events is inevitable.

Today's social event was also related to Su Ningning. He had taken a fancy to a device and was planning to buy it. However, there were not many such devices, only a few dozen in the world, and they were very expensive. You couldn't buy it even if you had money but no connections.

He Qingshan used several connections and treated him to several meals before the matter was finalized.

In order to show his sincerity, he drank a lot today. When he got home, his head was a little groggy and his hair was not as shiny as when he went out in the morning. But even so, he looked more unruly and unrestrained in the night.

He Qinglin helped him get out of the car. He Qingshan barely stood still and said to him, "Okay, go back home."

After working with his cousin for a year, He Qinglin had already received a generous salary. He had learned a lot and was able to go out on his own to do business. He used the money he earned to buy a small house nearby and lived there by himself.

Looking at his cousin in front of him, He Qinglin admired him from the bottom of his heart!

When he was in his hometown before, he thought his cousin was awesome and good at fighting. No one in their village dared to mess with He Qingshan, and he was also good at making money, so the family could afford to eat meat every meal. But now He Qinglin realized that what was awesome was not being able to afford meat, but being able to get up from the ground and fly to places that others couldn't reach.

To He Qingshan, now is like the moon in the sky. In just two short years, he feels that his cousin has been reborn. His temperament is even more fierce and unruly than those men born in the city. His eyes are deep and unfathomable, and he carries the aura of a king like a tiger or wolf.

He Qinglin sighed inwardly, and when he saw He Qingshan going upstairs, he hurried back to his home.

At this time, most of the family members have gone to bed. The nannies are watching the children, and the parents are also asleep after a tiring day. As for Suningning...

She should still be busy at her desk, reading that pile of books. Since they got married, every time he came home he saw her reading or studying, rarely doing anything else.

But when He Qingshan opened the bedroom door, he found no one in the bedroom and the desk was empty. He subconsciously thought that Su Ningning had gone to the bathroom. There was no open book on the desk, which clearly showed that Su Ningning was not reading today.

He was just wondering when Su Ningning came out from the kitchen.

She brought a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup and a bowl of soft and thick Tremella and Pear soup.

The woman was wearing a thick-knitted long beige sweater that reached her knees, making her look gentle and pretty. Her hair was simply tied up, and her face was plain and delicate. Under the light, she had a soft beauty that made people feel trance-like.

He Qingshan was a little surprised: "I would ask the nanny to cook when I want to eat. Why are you cooking in the middle of the night? Aren't you tired?"

Su Ningning put two bowls of food on the small table: "Isn't what I cook more delicious than what they cook?"

He Qingshan smiled, with joy in his eyes: "Of course, your cooking is more delicious."

He was just busy drinking at the dinner table and didn't eat much. He took a bite of the chicken noodle soup and the light and refreshing homely taste went straight to his lungs. He couldn't help but exclaim, "It's really delicious."

He praised it more than once, he praised it once for every two bites he took.

"The noodles are delicious, and the Tremella soup is also very tasty. My dear, you are a real chef!"

A person's expression when eating cannot lie. He Qingshan is not picky about food. He feels different when he eats something that suits his taste than when he doesn't. His brows are relaxed and he eats faster.

Su Ningning felt inexplicably guilty and promised him: "I will cook for you when I am free in the future. It's OK as long as you like it."

But now He Qingshan felt something was wrong. He put down his chopsticks and looked at her in confusion: "Did something happen? Why do you suddenly seem to have changed?"