Exciting game!Plutocrat Bo Ye can't afford it

No matter how poisonous she was, the degree of poison was not as poisonous as his mouth.

Shen Zhiyi handed him the chopsticks, pulled out the chair and sat down opposite him, "It's relatively unfamiliar for me to make it for the first time, and I didn't understand it until I read the recipe for a long time. It was also very difficult to operate, so it took a long time."

There were only eight rice balls on the plate.

But that doesn't mean she only made eight, and there were thirty more lying in the trash can in the kitchen.

Bo Yu suddenly hesitated.

He stared at the rice ball in front of him for a few seconds, "Shen Zhiyi, will there be any side effects after eating it?"

"No, I made it according to the recipe. Rice, seaweed shavings, meat floss, diced vegetables, salt and seasonings are mixed together, kneaded into balls and rolled up with seaweed sheets."

"The ingredients are all fresh, and I cook them according to the proportion. There will be absolutely no side effects." Shen Zhiyi vowed.

At this time, Song Qingchun walked in.

She went straight to Shen Zhiyi and sat down, smiled and took Shen Zhiyi's hand, "Zhiyi, let's go to the beach to fly a kite later? I've prepared the kites."

He was talking to Shen Zhiyi, but Song Qingchun's eyes fell on the plate of rice balls.

She didn't believe that Shen Zhiyi could do better than her.

She studied for a long time, specially went to the army where Bo Yu had been, and learned from the master chef in the army restaurant.

The taste is exactly the same as that in the army restaurant.

Brother Yu doesn't eat what she made, but eats what Shen Zhiyi made, Brother Yu will definitely regret it!

Seeing Bo Yu move his chopsticks, Shen Zhiyi put all his energy into watching him.Seeing him take a bite, Shen Zhiyi: "How is it? Is the taste okay?"

She was a little excited when cooking for the first time.

Bo Yu's expression was as flat as ever, and he couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

He ate four of them in unhurried order, then put down his chopsticks, and wiped his mouth with a tissue.

Bo Yu pulled back the chair and got up, then said: "The taste is not bad."

"Really?" Shen Zhiyi's eyes lit up, and she suddenly had confidence in her cooking skills!

"En." Bo Yu's voice was lukewarm, he looked at the girl with bright almond eyes, and ordered: "Shen Zhiyi, finish the remaining four of your breakfasts."

"Of course! I'll eat all I made myself!" Shen Zhiyi put the plate in front of her.

Song Qingchun on the side clenched his hands, and strode out of the restaurant angrily.

"youth……"

Shen Zhiyi didn't stop her.

She was a little puzzled, and muttered: "I was talking about kite flying a few minutes ago, why am I suddenly unhappy?"

Shen Zhiyi was immersed in the results of her first cooking, and didn't think much about Song Qingchun.

She picked up a rice ball with her chopsticks, opened her mouth and put it in her mouth happily.

Grit your teeth.

Taste buds perceive the taste of onigiri.

Shen Zhiyi frowned!

Immediately, he stooped and reached for the trash can, trying to spit out the things in his mouth.

Bo Yu coughed heavily.

Shen Zhiyi's movements stopped immediately.

She supported the dining table and slowly straightened up, holding a mouthful of rice balls and looking up at the man opposite, "It's so unpalatable..."

She must have put the sesame oil as sushi vinegar!

Both were thick yellow liquids, she accidentally took the wrong one!

Bao Yu stared at her, even if she wrinkled her little face because of the taste of her own food, he didn't sympathize, "Eat all, don't leave a single thing."

He endured eating four of them, and Shen Zhiyi must eat back the pain equally!

Under Bo Yu's lust, Shen Zhiyi had no choice but to squeeze the chopsticks tightly again, pick up the extremely unpalatable dumpling with difficulty, and forcefully stuff it into his mouth.

Swallowing the last mouthful, Shen Zhiyi stood up and went to the bathroom.

She threw up.

During the half a minute of vomiting in the sink, Shen Zhiyi remembered how Bo Yu ate four rice balls expressionlessly.

A real man can really bear it.

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Three days on the island went by very quickly.

On the morning of the fourth day, everyone took the yacht back to the coast together.

After getting off the yacht, Song Qingchun took Shen Zhiyi's arm and kissed her affectionately: "Zhiyi, I didn't drive here, can I rub your car and brother Yu's car? Let's go back to the city together."

"Can……"

"Miss Song, please take my car, beauty Xiangche, I'll take you home." Lin Shen walked over with a smile.

"Who wants to take your car!" Song Qingchun shook Shen Zhiyi's hand, coquettishly, "Zhiyi, it will take more than an hour to go back to the city, I want to chat with you."

The window of Bentley's elegant driver's seat was lowered, and Bao Yu said, "Shen Zhiyi, get in the car."

The big boss spoke, and Shen Zhiyi could only obey.

She loosened Song Song Qingchun's hand, "Qingqing, if you don't want to sit with Young Master Lin, you can take Qingyou's car. Mr. Bo called me, I'll go first."

Bo Yu didn't personally agree to send Song Qingchun off, probably because he didn't want to make a detour.

After all, his time is precious.

Shen Zhiyi walked to the passenger seat and opened the door.There is an extra Doraemon pillow on the seat, which is very cute.

In the monotonous black and white carriage, it is particularly eye-catching.

Shen Zhiyi bent down and picked up Doraemon, then sat on the seat and closed the car door.

Fluffy, soft pillows.

It's comfortable to hold in your arms, and it's also comfortable to lean on your back.

Shen Zhiyi was lying on the seat, she turned over and turned to Bo Yu who was driving, "Mr. Bo, your company's after-sales service is really fast, no wonder the Bo Group can develop so prosperously."

She only gave him feedback on her experience a few days ago and suggested that the massage chair should be paired with a pillow.

Today there is a cute thing on the co-pilot.

It is difficult for a company that takes care of consumers' emotions and fully considers consumers' opinions in this way.

"Is this Doraemon uniformly configured? It feels good to the touch." Shen Zhiyi pinched the fat blue face, and she said, "Mr. Bo, can I buy one on your company's official website? I like Fatty Blue."

Bo Yu drove the car seriously, "It's an internal test, it hasn't been sold yet."

Shen Zhiyi: "Oh."

He tilted his head and glanced at her, her almond eyes drooped, a little disappointed.

Bo Yu: "You take this home."

Shen Zhiyi's beautiful eyes lit up, "Can you give it to me?"

Bo Yu ignored her.

He remained silent, and Shen Zhiyi took it as his acquiescence.

On the way, Shen Zhiyi received a message from her fellow newcomer, a young writer.

[Swordman]: "Sister, I have already signed the contract. Your guidance has helped me a lot. I have just signed the contract and many readers have read the book. I am so happy!"

[Meng Ting]: "I didn't do anything, but you wrote it well."

[Swordman]: "Sister, I heard that the company is going to hold a digital exhibition, and your work will definitely be exhibited!"

【Meng Ting】: "I don't know."

As soon as we talked about the exhibition, the editor-in-chief Mousse sent her a message.

Mousse: "Bao'er, the company will hold an exhibition in the Meixi Lake exhibition hall next week. As this year's cutting-edge writer, your book will be displayed in the hall under the title of "Most IP Adaptation"."

Meng Ting: "Okay."

Mousse: "By the way, I have one more thing to tell you. Recently, Pink Entertainment Media plans to make short-video web dramas, and is currently selecting suitable live novels. I am very sure about your works."

Seeing this sentence, Shen Zhiyi's typing hand paused for a moment.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at the man in the driver's seat.