"Mr. Ann, did I do something bad? I'll change it."
The maid was almost crying, thinking that she was doing a bad job, so she let An Chen cook by herself.
"No, you go down first. Also, forget to sleep on it and don't wake her up."
After An Chen finished speaking, he entered the kitchen and began to roll up his sleeves gracefully.
The maid was stunned for a long time before reacting, and nodded blankly.
What happened to Mr. An today
An Chen skillfully took two eggs from the refrigerator and put a little chopped green onion in them.
In less than five minutes, a plate of fragrant rice was in front of my eyes.
An Chen glanced at the time, put the dishes in the incubator, washed his hands and turned away.
When he got upstairs, Duoduo hadn't woke up yet, and the quilt was kicked to the side. He didn't look at all.
An Chen closed the window, returned to the bed, raised one foot and knelt on the bed, staring at Duo's sleeping face earnestly.
It may be that she felt someone staring at her, and Duo Duo suddenly opened her eyes as if she was frightened.
When I saw that the person in front of me was An Chen, he threw himself into An Chen's arms and said softly, "An Chen, I was dreaming just now and I dreamed that you were going to divorce me."
Duo Duo said, eyes astringent.
An Chen picked up the person directly, walked downstairs, and said as he walked, "When can you forget these messy things in your head?"
Duo Duo hung himself on An Chen's body, curling his lips, "Everyone said it was a dream! Dreams and reality are opposite, so we will be together forever."
An Chen didn't laugh, put Duo Duo on the dining table, and the two began to eat egg fried rice with gusto.
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Italy.
Under the scorching sun, a dilapidated house stood still in an uninhabited suburb.
A row of Rolls-Royce stopped one by one, and the car body slammed forward before stopping.
As soon as the car stopped, the door suddenly opened, and an Italian man in a black suit and sunglasses came down from the inside.
Everyone had a cold face and a serious expression!
Suddenly, one of the men trot to the Rolls-Royce in the middle top configuration, bowed his head and pulled the car door.
The door opened, and a pair of straight and long legs slowly stepped out of the car, and the black leather shoes were polished brightly.
Looking up from the feet, the color matching black long black trench coat is added to the body, and black sunglasses cover a cold face.
But even so, I still can't conceal the exquisite facial features under the sunglasses, as well as the cold breath that radiates from all over the body.
"Master, you are already inside." The Italian took out the gun from his pocket and placed it in Tang Yichen's hand respectfully.
Tang Yichen took off his sunglasses with one hand, glanced at the person in front of him indifferently, and walked inside.
A group of people stood by the door of the ruined house and did not follow.
As soon as Tang Yichen walked to the door, someone opened the door from inside.
Tang Yichen stopped, frowned, and looked at the surrounding environment in disgust.
"Master!"
When Tang Yichen's people saw him, they shouted in unison, their heads lowered vigorously.
The bodyguards on both sides gave way to the middle and stepped aside respectfully. Dare to look up at Tang Yichen's face.
He was only seventeen years old, but his work was no more disappointing than his father.
Even in the years of the method, it was even more daunting. In summary, one sentence: the second young master Tang Yiting was the material for a general, and the eldest master Tang Yichen was the material for the emperor!
At least 183 meters tall, which is considered outstanding among foreigners
Tang Yi looked at the two Italian men kneeling on the ground, walked up to them and sat down.