Luo Wenxuan snorted from his nose and slowly glanced at He Jiahui.
It seems that this girl named He Jiahui is not a loser. He has already suppressed all his words, but she can still find the right gap to bounce back.
Ha, it seems that he underestimated her...
Such a girl, tsk tsk, her thoughts are as unfathomable as the ocean.
Luo Wenxuan sighed deeply in his heart, his pair of fox-like narrow peach blossom eyes sparkling with cunning and calculation.
No matter how unfathomable his heart is, He Jiahui is still young after all, and he is still too immature at heart. No matter how nice his words are, he can still pick out the bones from the eggs.
"Similar to you? Hey, you are so proud. If my family has a hobby, do they have to imitate you?"
Luo Wenxuan watched with satisfaction as He Jiahui's face became paler and his words became even more ruthless, "When I taught her how to cook, you weren't even born yet, haha..."
That hehehe was clearly full of ridicule. He Jiahui felt a chill slowly running up her back along her insteps. A gloomy atmosphere instantly surrounded her. She subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if spitting out from her mouth.
The words that came out instantly became pale and feeble, "Uncle, I, it was just a slip of the tongue... I am happy... I have the honor to have the same interests as my aunt..."
The threats were enough. Luo Wenxuan was too lazy to trouble He Jiahui anymore. With a wave of his hand, the servant behind him quickly stepped forward and said, "Sir, do you have any instructions?"
"That boy Yuchen hasn't had a good lunch with us for more than two months. Go and give him a call and ask him to come back for dinner now!"
"But..." the servant was a little embarrassed, "The young master had already given instructions when he left in the morning, saying that he would not come back for lunch at noon, and the young master left with a food box."
"This brat, it seems he doesn't want us now that he has a wife!" Luo Wenxuan scolded with a smile, "No matter what, if he has to come back for lunch today, just tell him to bring his little girlfriend here too.
, don’t hide it all day long, what have you done to other people’s treasures, and don’t even let us parents see it?”
The servant left in response, and Luo Wenxuan waved to the housekeeper Ji Jun, "Brother Jun, what kind of food did Ah Chen bring with him this morning? Ask the chef to make two more portions according to the menu. I guess his lunch box is
Bring something to eat to his little girlfriend, it’s just past twelve o’clock, they probably haven’t had lunch that early yet.”
Ji Jun responded and went to the kitchen. Luo Wenxuan turned around, put his arms around Yan Ruo, who could not see any emotion or anger on his face, and whispered in her ear as if no one else was around, "Are you unhappy? I'm not letting my son take care of your future son."
Has your wife come back for dinner? Come on, give me a smile for my husband~~~"
Luo Wenxuan is as serious as Yan Ruo in front of outsiders, but in private when facing his wife, he is as shameless as possible, and he is extremely clingy to her.
Yan Ruo's expression was indifferent, and she patted away Luo Wenxuan's fingers that were messing with her cheek, and said in a clear voice, "Then wait until they arrive before eating. The food is already cold. Take it away and let the chef cook it again."
Luo Wenxuan then reluctantly let go of her, his charming peach blossom eyes seeming to have glanced at He Jiahui inadvertently.