Is it because of the change in environment?
She has always lived abroad, so maybe she can't get used to the food in China?
Of course, there is another possibility—does she hate eating his cooking?
Jiang Tian looked at him silently for a while, this time with a hint of helplessness in her smile: "It's not that I hate you, it's just that I don't have anything to exchange with you. I'm very happy that you brought me breakfast, and your cooking is also very delicious. I've never had such an authentic and delicious breakfast abroad. But we are just partners, and I can't keep receiving without giving anything in return."
Cheng Yanzheng shook his head: "I don't feel like I'm giving, and I won't ask for anything in return. I cook every day. Whether I cook for two or for one, it doesn't make much difference to me; it takes the same amount of time. You can order, and I'll cook whatever you want."
"Do you usually take care of people like this?"
Cheng Yanzheng actually nodded: "Yes. It was like that before. I can take care of all the meals for my friends."
"Of course, if it would cause you trouble if I covered your breakfast, then I will only cover one person's breakfast from now on. You don't need to worry about this. I just wanted to clarify."
Jiang Tian sized up Cheng Yanzheng.
At home, Cheng Yanzheng was not wearing a suit and tie.
He was indeed watching a football game just now; there were a few cans of beer on the table.
He was only wearing a vest and trousers.
Cheng Yanzheng is not the gentle and refined type. Even his appearance is imposing. If he shows the slightest impatience, he looks somewhat fierce.
Tall and imposing, with broad shoulders and back, his body was completely free of excess fat. His muscles weren't exaggerated, but they looked very solid, and each one seemed to possess explosive power.
The back and arms exposed by the vest are dark in color, giving them a powerful look.
The term "pretty boy" has nothing to do with him.
Compared to him, Jiang Tian's skin tone could be described as glowing white.
At first glance, he doesn't look like a CEO at all; instead, he reminds one of a character from some rural literature who could make a young wife's legs go weak—full of tension.
At this moment, he stared at Jiang Tian with his deep eyes, his chest heaving.
As the two looked at each other, it seemed as if the temperature in the entire living room rose.
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