Chapter 395 Nice figure
In the final analysis, I didn't expect that listening to Jiang Beiyu talk about those incomprehensible things last night would have such a good hypnotic effect.
How much does Jiangbeiyu charge for a one-hour tutoring class?
Next time I can’t sleep, I’ll go to him.
Young Master He did what he said. Before he took two steps, he smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen.
"No wonder this bastard doesn't like to go out to eat. The food at home is so good, what's the point of going out to eat?" He Jingchuan muttered subconsciously.
He's family's food is also good, but they have an old mother who is particularly confident in her cooking skills.
Mrs. He was a daughter of a wealthy family, and she married He Jingchuan's father as a childhood sweetheart. However, the two of them had been in love for twenty or thirty years. It was a romantic thing for a wife to cook for her husband, but his mother's cooking skills were not enough to ruin his father alone, and she also did not let him and his younger sister off.
The most important thing is that He Jingchuan's father always adds countless layers of filters to the dishes cooked by his wife, and praises them so much that people can't bear to listen.
He Jingchuan woke up and saw that there was nothing around, except for some movement in the kitchen. He walked over and happened to meet the eyes of the chef who was serving breakfast.
A little embarrassing.
He Jingchuan smiled and said, "Master, are you making breakfast?"
The other person had a round head and smiled when he saw him. "Mr. He, Mr. Jiang said that if you wake up first in the morning, the toiletries are on the coffee table. You can go wash up first."
Only then did He Jingchuan notice that there was something else on the coffee table, like a toothbrush or a towel.
"What about the others?"
"Mr. Jiang got up early this morning and went for a run."
He Jingchuan raised his eyebrows: "I didn't realize that he pays so much attention to exercise."
The chef smiled and went back to his busy work.
He Jingchuan went to wash up. Although he didn't take a shower last night and his clothes were a little wrinkled, this did not affect Young Master He's narcissism at all. He cleaned himself up and when he went out again, Jiang Beiyu came back.
He was wearing shorts that reached above his knees and a loose white short-sleeved shirt. It was obvious that he had just come back from a run and was still a little sweaty, but his condition after exercise was obvious, and he had the youthfulness of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.
He Jingchuan suddenly lost his temper. "How come compared to you, I look like a businessman who stinks of money?"
Jiang Beiyu was about to go upstairs to take a shower and change clothes, but when he heard this, he turned around and asked meaningfully, "Aren't you?"
He Jingchuan: "..."
Well, he is.
He loves the smell of money.
"Why didn't you call me last night?"
"Since you're sleeping so soundly, I won't call you anymore," Jiang Beiyu laughed, amusement in his phoenix eyes. "What's wrong? Is the sofa here not comfortable enough?"
He Jingchuan: "..."
Jiang Beiyu was too lazy to talk nonsense with him and turned to go upstairs. He was covered in sweat and felt hot because he had just finished exercising.
When Jiang Beiyu was about to turn the door handle with his hand, his other hand had already lifted up his shirt to take it off. When he entered the room, his shirt was almost off.
When I closed the door and turned around, I was met with a pair of big eyes that were still a little confused after just waking up.
Jiang Beiyu: "..."
Too careless.
Forget there's another person in the room.
Jiang Beiyu, a young man in his twenties, put on his clothes in a few seconds and silently.
Finally, the little girl said: "Teacher Jiang, you have a nice figure."
(End of this chapter)
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