my sister is a supermodel

Roca smiled slightly, looked into her eyes, and moved a little closer to her.

"What are you going to do?"

Anne Hathaway leaned on his chest and laughed.

Roca lowered her head and whispered in her ear, "I want to smoke."

Smiling, Anne Hathaway turned her cheeks, raised her chin, and her red lips flew up like rose petals.

Roca cupped her cheeks with both hands, and kissed her gently.

The sunlight shone on the bookshelf through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the two hugged each other, breathing up and down.

Snapped!

Suddenly Anne Hathaway grabbed his hand and looked at him with watery eyes, "Didn't you agree to smoke, what are you doing with your hands?"

"...flick the ashes!"

"This is illegal action"

Anne Hathaway straightened her apron and took two steps back, "Laffery is coming soon. Although we are just smoking, I don't want him to have any misunderstandings."

"Well, Laffery is a happy fellow."

Rocca looked depressed.

Anne Hathaway smiled slightly, took out a tissue and wiped his lips, which was stained with some lip gloss,

"You said on the podium in Cannes that you are a person favored by the goddess of luck. No one is luckier than you, but you are too greedy."

"Yes, I am greedy for your beauty, and I also greedily want to be your friend, and I want to appear in your story with an intimate identity. I am indeed a greedy person."

Roca hugged her slender waist, stared into her eyes and said softly.

"We're pretty close, aren't we?"

Anne Hathaway kissed the corner of his lips on tiptoe, pushed away his embrace and said,

"It's time for me to cook. You can do whatever you want here. When Laffery comes, you can have a good chat. Whether you want to cooperate with him or not, it won't affect our relationship."

"All right!"

Anne Hathaway walked into the kitchen. Rocca took a magazine from the shelf and looked at it casually. He just waited for more than ten minutes, but Laffery did not arrive. He shook his head and walked into the kitchen.

"Is Laffery here yet?"

Anne Hathaway stood on the counter, cutting vegetables with a knife, clumsily and carefully, as if she was afraid of cutting her fingers.

"no!"

Roca wiped his trouser pocket and leaned against the door, quietly watching her back, watching Anne Hathaway juggling a kitchen knife was also very interesting.

"What are you looking at?"

Anne Hathaway turned her head and asked.

"Look at you, you look more beautiful in the kitchen than in front of the camera."

Rocca exclaimed.

Anne Hathaway glanced at him, waved the kitchen knife and said, "Don't flirt with me, and don't look at me, I will be nervous if you see me, if you cut your finger later, you will be responsible."

Roca smiled lightly, "If you don't mind, I can chop vegetables for you. Although I'm not very good at cooking, my level of chopping vegetables is still very good."

"really?"

"Yes"

Rocca passed the kitchen knife and said, "At home, Kate is in charge of cooking, and I am in charge of washing and cutting vegetables."

"Haha, isn't this the chef's helper? Kate is so domineering!"

Anne Hathaway laughed.

Roca shook his head, picking up fruits and vegetables with a kitchen knife, each knife was very rhythmic, and every dish was cut neatly and in the same size, like a mosaic.

"You, aren't you too good? How many vegetables have you cut at home?"

Anne Hathaway exclaimed.

"Forget it, ten years!"

"Have worked for Kate for more than ten years? Kate is so domineering. I have decided that Kate will be my idol in the future. I will learn from her."

Anne Hathaway laughed.

"Don't think about it, hurry up and cook."

Roca bumped into her and said.

"You can chop vegetables, and you must also cook, why don't you come?"

"No, I'm a man, how can a man cook?"

Will not do.

"Machismo."

Anne Hathaway turned on the fire, crackling and frying vegetables, with a little reluctance, and one pot was burnt, which wasted a lot of the good ingredients he had cut.

Anne Hathaway blushed and asked him to take over, but he refused to do it. How can a man cook?He leaned on the counter with his arms folded, watching her flustered, her cheeks were flushed, and there was a little sweat on her forehead, which was very charming.

"You're such an asshole!"

Seeing the smirk on the corner of his mouth, Anne Hathaway couldn't help scolding.

"Well, I am!"

Rocca walked over and hugged her from behind, holding a wooden spatula in one hand, making the steak browned on the pan, lively and fragrant.

556、How to do to be as successful as Roca

After finishing the dishes, La Fury hadn't arrived yet. Anne Hathaway called. La Fury said that there was a traffic jam and would arrive in 10 minutes, and apologized to Rocca.

Rocca smiled indifferently.

"The dishes you cook are obviously better than mine, and you still say you can't cook?"