It also reached Zhao Yi's ears clearly.

"...It turns out that my sister has been...taken care of by someone." Zhao Yi whispered.

Su Wanqing was speechless, "...hmm."

The call should have ended here, but Pang Zhan, who had nowhere to vent his anger, snatched the phone away and said, "Come up here and sit down."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Su Wanqing looked up and saw that he didn't want to put on his clothes at all, and threw the shirt to him: "Put it on, why are you selling meat so early in the morning?"

Pang Zhan stared at her nakedly: "I dare to sell, but no one dares to buy."

He is not short of money and has a bad temper.

The male producer who tried to take advantage of him last time almost lost his life because of him.

Zhao Yi came up very quickly. Su Wanqing was so lazy that she didn't want to move, so she said: "You called the people up. You are responsible. I will sleep a little longer."

But Pang Zhan didn't let her get what she wanted.

Lift her out of bed and let her put on her shirt.

Su Wanqing looked at him with a half-smile, "What are you doing?"

Pang Zhan didn't answer, but his intention of declaring *** could not be more obvious.

Pang Zhan was very tall, and his shirt, which Su Wanqing wore as a shirt skirt, was more than enough, and one could tell at a glance that it belonged to a man.

Zhao Yi looked at Pang Zhan on the sofa, holding Su Wanqing in his arms, smiled, and called: "Brother."

In the circle, men are called brother when they debut, and women are called sister.

Regardless of whether it is cooked or not, the noodles should always be warm.

"The breakfast your staff brought looks pretty good, shall I feed it to you?" Pang Zhan kissed Su Wanqing's cheek and asked softly.

It seemed that he could not be more gentle, but Su Wanqing clearly felt that his jealousy was already overwhelming.

He was clearly threatening her: not to eat a bite.

Su Wanqing sighed silently: "You're not hungry yet, so let's leave it alone for now."

Hearing what she said, Pang Zhan was satisfied. After kissing her, he said, "I'll cook you what you like later."

"You do?" Su Wanqing raised her eyebrows.

What can I say about Pang Zhan's cooking skills?

It's not that he can't swallow it every time, but most of the time he has to rely on fate. Who makes him have the face of a kitchen novice.

The eldest young master usually keeps his fingers crossed. When Su Wanqing said, "I like men who cook for me," he plunged into the kitchen.

"You don't like it?" he asked.

Su Wanqing thought for a while and made a short choice between making her handsome brother happy or hurting her own stomach, "Well... okay."

Forget it, he took good care of her, even in bed, and it was okay to grieve her stomach occasionally.

After all, we can't let her take advantage of everything.

The two of them showed their lingering love as if there was no one around, so even if Zhao Yi wanted to find a chance to open his mouth to make his presence felt, he had no chance.

Just say angrily: "Sister Wanqing, then I... will go back first and won't disturb you."

Only then did Su Wanqing's eyes move to him.

But in the next moment, Pang Zhan pinched his waist and said, "I'll see you off for you. You were exhausted last night. Don't fall before you can take two steps. I'll still feel bad for you then."

Su Wanqing's eyes warned him: Don't go too far, boy.

No matter how heroic Su Wanqing's style is on weekdays, she is still a small employee in her own studio. As a boss, she always has to worry about her face.

But it was obvious that Pang Zhan regarded the face issue she was concerned about as special treatment for Zhao Yi, and she almost felt sour.

"Brother Zhan, Sister Wanqing usually works very hard, so she still needs more rest time."

At the elevator entrance, Zhao Yi suddenly spoke.

Pang Zhan narrowed his eyes: "What do you want to say? Why don't you just say it? I don't have time to play riddles with you."

Zhao Yi smiled: "I don't mean anything else, I just... hope you can give her a

Give her some space. I think she wants to find a partner. With such a busy career, she definitely wants to be able to worry less. I mean... at least... she doesn't need to spend energy coaxing her."

This is just a clear statement that he should abdicate in favor of others.

Pang Zhan didn't know who gave him the confidence to talk to him like this.

"Do you know what your latest motto is?"

His sudden change of topic made Zhao Yi unable to react for a moment: "What?"

Pang Zhan said almost word for word: "Young Master, dogs are meddling in other people's business."

Zhao Yi looked stiff.

Pang Zhan straightened his collar and said: "The last person who wanted to rely on her to get to the top has been found out in the circle now. I can only sell meat and find a rich man. You want to enrich your life experience."

?"

Zhao Yi: "You...you threaten me?"

Pang Zhan pushed him back.

Just at this time, the elevator door opened, and Zhao Yi was pushed in directly.

Pang Zhan: "I am telling you to get out."

Not eating good food.

"Peel an orange for me."

Seeing him coming back, Su Wanqing crossed her beautiful legs and pointed to the table from a distance.

Pang Zhan stretched his legs and sat next to her, took an orange, peeled it open, and fed it to her piece by piece, "This Zhao Yi is not popular, why don't you find someone else to hold it for you."

Su Wanqing's fingers trembled on his waist, "He looks pretty good. He can make quick money by following the traffic route, and there is still some market."

Pang Zhan glanced sideways and asked her, "Is his appearance better than mine?"

Su Wanqing smiled charmingly: "Of course not, your figure ranks among the top five in my opinion."

Pang Zhan stared: "Just the top five? Who are the others?"

Su Wanqing held her forehead and recalled carefully: "My ex-eldest nephew had a pretty good figure, that little wolfdog Zhou Ji, what was the name of the actor who played with me five years ago?"

Pang Zhan said in a deep voice: "What happened five years ago still makes you miss me?"

Su Wanqing smiled: "Didn't you ask me to say that?"

She blinked: "If you don't let me recall it, I will really forget it."

Pang Zhan snorted: "Is there another one?"

Su Wanqing clicked her tongue, "There is another one...? My ex-husband was not bad when he was in his twenties."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pang Zhan's face turned completely cold.

"It's good for you too." Su Wanqing reluctantly tried to make up for it, "There is no order of precedence."

Pang Zhan peeled off the remaining oranges and stuffed them all into his mouth.

Su Wanqing's attempt to get the oranges failed.

"Huh?" She frowned.

He ate it all, what did she eat?

Pang Zhan: "Let your ex-husband peel it for you!"

Don't ask about the intensity of the fire, but ask about the intensity of the fire.

Su Wanqing looked at him dumbfounded and turned around to go to the kitchen.

Do you want to pack your things and leave?

Su Wanqing got up and followed her into the kitchen, then she suddenly realized that no one was packing their luggage and going to the kitchen.

When she looked over, she saw that Pang Zhan, who had already put on an apron, was making breakfast for her.
Chapter completed!