In general, even with monsters of the level of Yue Xiaochen suppressed, Wang Qibu was still very conceited. This conceit was reflected in his bodyguards, including Shen Qingge, Wei Ni, and Chen Feng, saying, "Since I'm here, I feel safe here. Now I'll take your vacation and enjoy the night market and the enthusiasm of the girls on the treasure island." At the same time, he was also very generous, because he immediately reminded Shen Qingge to "rush to check out the bill. I'll reimburse the full amount, and there is no upper limit on the activity fee." It has been mentioned countless times before. In terms of money, Wang Qibu's generousness will always make any boss on this planet instantly become Oueni Grandet.

When Wang Qibu saw Xu Ruoxuan, who was originally sitting on the sofa, standing up with some reason, and smiled and said, "You know that the topics between boys are always very short. Today I'm having those guys off, so I'll protect you."

"Yeah." Xu Ruoxuan responded softly, and then asked, "By the way, are you hungry?"

"I'm not very hungry. And they will bring the ingredients to you later. I'll cook dinner for you." Wang Qibu walked to the edge of the sofa and pulled Xu Ruoxuan back to the sofa and said. The faint strange feeling of feeling requires such natural and intimate actions to slowly relieve it.

"You can cook vegetables?" Sure enough, after hearing Wang Qibu's words, Xu Ruoxun's eyes lit up and said. Little girls always follow their big little happiness because they find that their lover has more talent.

"Of course!" Wang Qibu replied arrogantly. In fact, when he was in his apartment in Manhattan in his previous life, he would always cook one or two Chinese cuisine for himself to relieve his longing for the land and the people there. So cooking was really a very simple thing for Wang Qibu. And it was not just Chinese cuisine, but later he learned to use food from all over the world to entertain the local leaders in his gang. And even FBI had a period of time when the code name for Wang Qibu was chef (chef).

Xu Ruoxun, who is not a rich girl, can certainly cook, but at this time she was holding back and not telling this fact. After all, no matter what the taste of such a dinner is, it is a rare happiness for a little girl. Of course, she should cherish it.

"Will you find it inconvenient to have these guys follow you?" Wang Qibu, who intimately pulled Xu Ruoxun's hand and pressed her entire body against him, asked considerately.

"No, no. On the contrary, I feel very safe. After all, I have never been protected by professional bodyguards when I grow up so old." Xu Ruoxuan, who was lying in Wang Qibu's arms, said hurriedly. Of course, I don't want to decide Wang Qibu's kindness and concern for her. Besides, just like what she said to her agent Chen Qian before, the feeling of being missed by her lover is really very happy.

"Professional bodyguard? Haha, you underestimate them too much. To be more precise, they are all your guards. They are the kind of people who will never let you appear in danger. In fact, I didn't want to cause you some trouble like this, but the Taiwanese entertainment industry during this period was so chaotic. If it weren't for this, I really would be hard to feel at ease to let you stay here alone. Otherwise, it would be better to move to the mainland with my family to live. Yanjing is the best, otherwise Lingnan can do it too. Haven't I told you that my influence in Lingnan is not weaker than Yanjing?" One third of the chat, one third of the discussion, and one third of the teasing Wang Qibu said. Of course, this teasing is more of the role of controlling the atmosphere. As long as Xu Ruoxun nods, Wang Qibu can build a big villa for Xu Ruoxun's family in a military block with green mountains and clear waters in Yanjing.

"Well, hehe, I will think about it carefully." Xu Ruoxun, who was very considerate, replied like this. As for the smile, of course, it was because Wang Qibu's purpose of adjusting the atmosphere was achieved.

Wang Qibu's kitchen depth really shocked Xu Ruoxun. Whether it is Chinese Sichuan cuisine or French baked Wang Qibu, he seems so easy to pick up. He should have been a troublesome dish, but he seems to be such a wandering stroll on this perfect man. Not to mention being unfamiliar, he looks like a sous chef.

When the dining table was filled, the lights were turned off, candles were lit, and red wine was poured. If the steaming basin in the middle of the dining table had not slightly destroyed the atmosphere, the entire space would have been the fruit of the labor of a French private kitchen. But what moved Xu Ruoxuan the most was the one. Because she vaguely remembered that when she invited her to dinner at the King of Yanjing for seven steps a few months ago, she praised the hairy blood. Unexpectedly, a few months later, the man not only remembered, but also did it for herself. Well, this was actually touched that could be cried. Yes, at such a moment, Xu Ruoxuan really wanted to cry, but was suffocated by the joyful smile.

"Uh, what's your expression? Haha, you have to wait until you're full if you want to say anything." Wang Qibu, who was wearing a cartoon apron on it, said on the other side of the dining table. Facing the woman in front of him who could be satisfied so easily, he had no reason not to care about it.

"Yeah." Xu Ruoxuan responded, then calmed down for a while before picking up the knife and fork. Just looking at the steak that had been cut by Wang Qibu, the tears really couldn't stop. At this time, Wang Qibu had already put Mao Xuewang in a small bowl and pushed Xu Ruoxuan in front of him, picking out the pepper and chopped peppers.

"Be good, stop crying. If you think so, that dead guy hasn't come to see me for so long. Don't think of making me angry with him with just one meal." Wang Qibu, who moved the chair to Xu Ruoxuan, wiped the crying woman's tears with a napkin while comforting her like this.

"Haha, cough, woo woo, seven steps, I'm not angry, I feel so happy." Xu Ruoxun, who was choked by frequent expression changes, said. The flow of tears also significantly accelerated.

"I should think that I am the one who is happy." Wang Qibu hugged the other party in his arms and said something like love and truth.

After dinner, the apartment became a world of neon lights and red wine. The blues hummed in a scene-style manner in the precious disc machine, and holding Xu Ruoxun, who had only left a little red wine glass with his arms around his lover's neck, was overbearingly pressed on the sofa and kissed gently. The pair of insincere hands easily destroyed the chest in the white skirt. The back of the clothes was unscrupulous and unscrupulously kneaded and pinched the two snow-white rabbits.

During the breathing, Xu Ruoxuan opened her big eyes, who were already confused by love, and asked a question, "Where are you going to sleep tonight?"

I gradually realized that I was suitable for writing ambiguity, and I could always write ambiguity very comfortable. Uh, why is this happening? I am not so lewd, who is usually pure?)
Chapter completed!