The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

This thought crossed my mind with incomparable clarity.

If you confess to Fu Chenlie that you don't know how to do it, a storm may come soon.

Even so, Wen Ran bit the bullet and looked at Fu Chenlie who got off the car and walked towards her. After several hesitations, he finally said, "Boss, I...I don't even know how to cook any of the dishes on the menu."

There was a chill in Fu Chenlie's eyes, and his tone had become dangerous: "What did you say?"

Wen Ran felt that the air was chilly, and said cautiously: "I... I have never eaten the above dishes, and I don't know how to cook them. I can cook simple meals, simple stir-fries, boil noodles, make dumplings, porridge, etc... ..."

His complexion deteriorated at a speed visible to the naked eye: "So?"

Wen Ran looked at him resentfully: "Can I do something, what do you eat?"

The man stared at her condescendingly, those deep eyes that were full of coldness had become sullen at some point, and his slightly raised tone revealed an irrepressible contempt: "What do you think?"

She was terrified by his eyes, staggered his gaze, and lowered her head.

At the same time, he moved aside to distance himself from him.

Then she thought hard about what to do?

But what can she do?

This man is so difficult to talk to, he is even more difficult to deal with than the emperor.

Wen Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and muttered in a low voice: "If it's really impossible, you go out to eat? Anyway, you are so rich, you can fully afford to eat at the Seven Star Hotel."

"I go out to eat, what do you want? I can't drive a car, and now I can't even make a meal? Miss Wen, why don't you tell me what is your value? "

"..."

This pua is really high.

Even she herself can't figure out where her value is.

But think about it the other way around, where is his value? !

Picking a good player will have no other effect.

When Wen Ran was silent, Fu Chenlie's voice sounded again: "Since you have promised to cook, don't go back on your word, I'm not that easy to talk to."

She glanced at him: "I don't want to regret it, I can also cook for you, but since you don't do anything but eat, shouldn't you follow the arrangement of me, a laborer? What I do, you eat, we Take a step back, otherwise..."

Hearing that she still dared to tell him otherwise, it seemed a bit threatening, the man narrowed his dark eyes and interrupted her: "What's the matter?"

She shook her head: "No, it's nothing, otherwise, I don't know what to do. Why don't you give me a solution, boss?"

Fu Chenlie didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he suddenly changed the subject, stared at her and corrected: "This is at home, not at the company, the address should be changed."

Wen Ran obediently changed her address: "Okay, Mr. Fu."

He seemed to be dissatisfied, and looked down at her: "Didn't you call your husband fluent when you were in Fu Zhai, why, now you're Mr. Fu again?"

"Do you like to hear me call your husband?"

"I don't like everything about you, stop dreaming!"

She was speechless in her heart, and said lazily: "That's it, call you Mr. Fu, your own ears are quiet, and I feel at ease."

The man snorted coldly in displeasure, and said emphatically, "I'd rather have dirty ears than let you feel at ease."

With all the words here, he directly issued an order: "From now on at home, call me husband."

Wen Ran, "..."

Are you afraid of some serious illness?