Chapter 17: Decadent Black Angel: I'm Hungry to Cook
In the spacious and bright hall, You'er was lying comfortably on the sofa, watching TV and eating fruit salad. She sighed to herself: This life is so comfortable, it would be better if someone was not around. She prayed to God to show him something.
Disliked people should never appear in front of you.
But things didn't go as planned. Just the next second after You'er finished thinking, the door was kicked open with rude force.
Nangong, who had not appeared for two days, was also leaning against the door. He was dressed in black casual clothes. The collar of his shirt was open, revealing his delicate collarbone. The long hair on his forehead covered one eye. His handsome face was full of decadence, and he held his hand in his hand.
Holding a can of beer and leaning against the door frame, he looked like a decadent black angel, nobility and darkness coexisting, exuding fatal charm.
"Yu Yishan, I'm hungry, let's go cook." He threw the beer bottle back in his hand coolly, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards her in a ruffian way.
"I'm not your maid. I want to eat! The eldest young master is looking for a maid." Youer continued eating salad and decided to ignore someone completely.
"Yu Yishan, if you want me to break off the engagement first, you'd better be obedient, otherwise -" Nangong also looked at him condescendingly, the smile on the corner of his mouth even more evil and charming.
"Okay, I'm going to cook. Bingshan, what do you want to eat?" Youer tried hard to swallow the fruit he just put in his mouth, and smiled flatteringly at him.
How does he know what she is thinking? Just kidding, breaking off the engagement, this matter is very important, this is the biggest purpose of her coming here this time, I have to admit, Bingshan is very powerful, he even guessed this.
"What can you do?" Nangong Yi raised his eyebrows and snorted disdainfully, obviously not believing that she could cook. In his opinion, these wealthy ladies are all people who can't do anything but eat. They are referred to as: foodies.
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"Bingshan, you don't believe me, how about just making spaghetti tonight?" Youer said to him provocatively.
Can cooking be difficult for her? She has lived alone since she was a child. Of course, she has to cook her own meals, so she is still very confident in her cooking skills.
"Huh?" Nangong Yi looked like he was laughing at her, sitting leisurely on the sofa and eating You'er's salad.
"Pfft--" Nangong also frowned and spat out the fruit in his mouth, with a look of pain on his face.
"Yu Yishan, you murdered your husband! What the hell is this?" Someone roared, picked up a large glass of water on the table and drank it in one gulp.