What does this smell like?

The man pursed his lower lip in a strange way. While he was distracted, Tong Ran pushed him away and got out from the other side of the desk!

What a bastard! He was almost forced to drink homemade earthy coffee...

"What did you put in the coffee?" Mo Nanjue picked up the cup and looked at it. The coffee inside had cooled down, and there were pieces of dark brown condensation floating on it. He just picked it up and took a sip.

I didn't go out of my way to see it.

The man's slender fingers picked up one of the pieces and rubbed it, and his handsome face suddenly fell!

Immediately afterwards, a roaring voice sounded over the Dihao Longyuan: "Tong Ran! How dare you put dirt in your coffee?!"

The whole villa was shaken by the sound.

Tong Ranxin cried out, looking at the man's sinister handsome face, she hurriedly waved her hands to deny: "It's not me, it's really not me..."

Mo Nanjue strode forward and grabbed the woman who was about to run away. His face was livid with anger, "How dare you say it's not you? I don't think it's that your courage has become bolder, but that you have already lost your courage."

I forgot the word! If I don’t give you some clues today, you might dare to bring a man back tomorrow!”

"Didn't you also bring women back..."

"What did you say?!" Mo Nanjue narrowed his eyes hard, his eyes filled with raging anger, his voice was deep, but he almost shouted, "Tong Ran, you still dare to talk back?! Let's see how I deal with you!"

The man frowned displeased, grabbed Tong Ran's wrist, and pulled her over!

"Cough... vomit..."

Unexpectedly, Tong Ran did not struggle. She covered her stomach with one hand, her beautiful little face wrinkled in pain, sweat broke out on her forehead, and she began to retching uncontrollably.

…

Twenty minutes later.

With a look of displeasure, Mo Nanjue slammed the white porcelain plate on the table and yelled at the woman leaning on the sofa: "Come here and eat!"

Tong Ran held her stomach that was still twitching and moved over reluctantly. She didn't want him to cook it for her!

On the beautiful white porcelain plate, the golden-yellow pasta is drizzled with the fragrant and thick sauce. The sight of it will whet your appetite.

Tong Ran picked up the noodles with a fork and took a bite, and couldn't help but nodded.

It tastes really good, much better than the ones in Western restaurants.

While she was eating, she secretly glanced at the man sitting next to her. It was really strange that a young man like him, who grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth, could actually make pasta?

And it's so delicious.

Is it some strange special hobby?

If the group of people who admire him outside knew this, they would definitely be shocked.

"If you look again, I will let you know what it means to eat well." The man crossed his chest and said coldly.

"..."

Tong Ran quickly looked back and started eating noodles seriously.

She was obviously very hungry, but she still ate very elegantly and did not gorge herself.

The man slowly narrowed his eyes and looked at her. At the same time, the image of her wearing a snow-white princess dress and sitting in front of a pure black piano many years ago came to mind again.

At that time, in his mind, she was the most beautiful princess.

It's just that the proud and pure princess before now moans and blooms under him every night.

This fact makes the man very satisfied.

Mo Nanjue raised his thin lips, and when he saw that she was very satisfied with her meal, her expression softened a bit.
Chapter completed!