The only favorite ex-wife: The president's husband owes training

After starting the car, Jian Ziyu glanced at her mobile phone, thinking that even if things like the Internet were to be disconnected, the signal of the phone and the network signal of the computer would not be disconnected at the same time. She felt that she should make a proper phone call tomorrow to ask about it. .

Parking the car in the garage of the villa, Jian Ziyu squeezed her temples. Just now she thought her energy was good, but now she felt a headache. Fortunately, she had already driven back.

After getting off the car, Jian Ziyu took a headache medicine, and then walked into the villa. She thought that Gu Chenglin was still sleeping on the bed, but was surprised to find that Gu Chenglin was busy in the kitchen.

Jian Ziyu went to the kitchen and looked at Gu Chenglin as if seeing the New World, and at this time Gu Chenglin looked much more relaxed than in the morning. He was wearing a navy blue shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his wrists, and he was cooking spaghetti and picking noodles , and the serious expression made Jian Ziyu feel as if she had discovered a new world.

"You look at your husband like this, do you think your husband is handsome?" Gu Chenglin put down the plate in his hand, and then looked at Jian Ziyu. In fact, he knew that she had appeared when Jian Ziyu walked into the kitchen, so I just want to be handsome, I just want Jian Ziyu to take a look.

"Yeah, I didn't know you could make pasta. It seems that I heard from Xiaobao that you have such an ability. It seems that I am lucky today." Jian Ziyu leaned against the door of the kitchen, feeling that Gu Chenglin It is better than taking any painkillers. Now she feels that love is really wonderful. Seeing this person can change her mood. In the past, she thought that scientific research was the world, and it was really naive and ridiculous to think about it.

"It will be ready soon. You go to wash your hands. You originally wanted to do it at night, but considering that Xiaobao has been seriously ill recently, let him eat light food at night, so you have to keep it secret at night." Gu Chenglin smiled, and the eyes were full of love It was still so obvious that he was completely different from the Gu Chenglin in the morning.

"Okay, I'll keep it a secret for you." Jian Ziyu turned to wash her hands, but when he was washing his hands, Gu Chenglin kept looking at him, the smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became deep and dark.

Although Gu Chenglin's pasta is not particularly delicious, it is already very good. After all, it is very good to think that a commercial Golden Eagle who turns his hands into clouds and rains can make such pasta.

"How many women have you cooked spaghetti?" Jian Ziyu asked half-jokingly while eating noodles, after all, she had never eaten any.

"Two. One is you, the other is my mother." Gu Chenglin said lightly, stretched out his hand and scratched Jian Ziyu's nose, feeling that her question was naughty.

"Have you ever eaten Pan Shuangshuang?" Jian Ziyu actually asked casually. Originally, Jian Ziyu didn't want to ask, but she was just curious and couldn't hold back.

Gu Chenglin stopped the movements of his hands, and then looked at Jian Ziyu, although his eyes were doting, but very deep, as if he wanted to attract Jian Ziyu.

"Rumors only belong to wise men, and I usually keep it hidden. Except for the women I care about, no one knows that I can make pasta." Gu Chenglin answered Jian Ziyu's question, but the meaning in the words made Jian Ziyu a little I don't understand, rumors?Could it be the rumors about him and Pan Shuangshuang?still.