The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

"Wake you up?"

Hearing Pei Zigui's gentle greeting, Jiang Ruo rubbed his eyes and shook his head to deny, "No, I'm hungry."

The voice was delicate and tender, with a slightly rising ending, like a well-behaved kitten asking for food from its owner.

No one can refuse it.

Even though it's already late at night.

"Are you not full from the cake just now?"

Thinking of the ridiculous scenes in the study just now, Jiang Ruoli's face flushed. She shrunk back into the bed and said softly:

"But I'm very tired. It's all used up."

There is really nothing to do with her.

"What to eat?"

"I want shrimp and corn dumplings with a little bit of cheese in the filling."

Wow, Miss wants to eat freshly made dumplings late at night.

Pei Zigui had no choice but to pick the person up from the bed, put on an extra coat, and carried him out of the bedroom.

"Why are you carrying me?"

It’s fine if she refuses to make a midnight snack, but does she really want to dump her body in the middle of the night and pretend she disappeared?

The buttocks were gently slapped, which was particularly noticeable in the quiet villa.

"You little heartless boy, you want me to cook you a midnight snack, and you don't even plan to accompany me?"

Jiang Ruoli shook his legs, hugged Pei Zigui's neck flatteringly, and kissed him on the face.

The sound of "baji" was also particularly obvious.

"Okay, my husband is the best, go make dumplings for me~"

When it comes to coaxing people, the little princess is the best. A simple kiss and a few flattering words can bring out the indulgence in a man's eyes.

Sweet as sweet.

There are handmade dumpling wrappers made by Auntie Lan in the refrigerator, but if you want to eat fresh ones, the fillings must be prepared on the spot. Lantingyuan’s daily ingredients are delivered early in the morning, especially seafood, so fresh shrimps become a problem.

"Or, why don't you just make one with some other filling?"

Having said that, Jiang Ruoli's expression seemed to be saying: I just want to eat the one with shrimp and corn filling, it's up to you.

Pei Zigui touched her head with a faint smile on his face: "Okay, wait a moment, Assistant Mote is here with the shrimps."

At this moment, Assistant Mott drove to Lanting Garden in the middle of the night, carrying some lively fresh shrimps bought from the imported seafood market.

The security guard on duty at the door greeted him when he saw his car: "Assistant Mo, you have to come to work so late. It's really hard work."

No wonder Pei Group has become so big that the president’s special assistant has to be busy until late at night.

“You’ve worked hard, too.”

Mote stepped on the accelerator. If it weren't for his high annual salary, who would want to come out in the middle of the night to deliver shrimp to the boss? Woohoo!

"Boss Pei, the shrimps are here. Do we need to call the chef over?"

I walked into the kitchen and took a closer look, and found Jiang Ruoli holding an apron.

Assistant Mote's face changed: "Madam, you, you, you, are you going to cook again?"

If I remember correctly, it seems that maybe it is not a safe thing to do.

Jiang Ruoli saw through Lai Mo's thoughts at a glance, opened the apron in her hand and put it around Pei Zigui's neck. She raised her arms to hug his waist, and put her hands behind his back to tie a bow.

He turned his head and looked at Assistant Mott who had a complicated expression not far away.

"I, I, I, I don't cook. Your boss cooks."

Assistant Mott breathed a sigh of relief. It was great that there was no need to call an ambulance in the middle of the night.

"Boss Pei, Madam, the shrimps have been delivered. If everything is ok, I will leave first."

Pei Zigui was washing shrimps and nodded in agreement.

Jiang Ruoli poked his head out from behind him and waved to Assistant Mote: "Bye, Assistant Mote~ Thank you for your hard work!"

It’s not hard. With my wife’s energetic comfort, I don’t feel tired at all.

After rinsing the shrimps, carefully peeling them, and cleaning the shrimp threads, Pei Zigui put the fresh shrimp meat into the machine and crushed it into a paste. Then he mixed in the threshed corn kernels and a little bit of cheese that Jiang Ruoli requested, stirred them together, added seasonings, and the dumpling filling was ready.

The bony hands carried out these steps in an orderly manner. Under the apron was a gray home suit. Under the warm yellow light, the man's abstinence, dignity, and homeliness were all mixed together.

It turned into a cat toy, came towards him, and tickled Jiang Ruoli's heart.

She sat on a high chair next to the cooking table, holding her face with her hands and staring blankly at Pei Zigui.

The hands are so nice.

Really broad shoulders.

So handsome.

her.

"Why are you dazed?"

A chuckle brought Jiang Ruoli's drifting thoughts back. His beautiful fox eyes blinked and he hurriedly looked away.

Pei Zigui did not expose her, and continued making dumplings one after another. But after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Does it look good?"

"what?"

"Li Li just looked at me for so long, isn't it because I'm pretty?"

The straightforward words came out of her mouth, tearing apart Jiang Ruoli's disguised indifference. The eldest lady simply stood on the crossbar of the chair, supporting the table with both hands, leaning forward slightly, with curved eyebrows, smiling brightly at the man.

"It's good-looking. My husband is the best-looking."

"Come here and give me a kiss."

Seeing that Pei Zigui didn't move, Jiang Ruoli softened his voice and said in a very coquettish tone: "Did you hear me? Come here, brother."

Pei Zigui paused with his hand holding the dumpling wrapper, and subconsciously pouted his cheek, his eyes moving slightly: "Nini, stop being a spoiled child."

"Oh, that's boring. Come on, I'm starving. Ugh..."

Pei Zigui quickly let go of her hand after the unexpected kiss and continued to make dumplings with his head down. However, the curve of his mouth betrayed his pleasure.

There were traces of flour on Jiang Ruoli's chin.

"My goodness, your chin is dirty."

"It's all your fault."

"Well, blame me."

With the coming and going of people, the boring cooking time becomes interesting and warm.

Although Jiang Ruoli was hungry, her appetite was still there. He knew that she would be full soon after eating a few dumplings, and the rest would have to go into his own stomach, so Pei Zigui only made a few dumplings.

It was fished out and put on the little troublemaker's favorite plate, and a cup of freshly squeezed vegetable juice was placed on the table as a midnight snack.

Under the warm yellow light, the two sat opposite each other. Jiang Ruoli ate dumplings in small bites while browsing her phone, while the man opposite her looked at her intently. Although they were silent, it seemed as if there was an invisible thread that firmly pulled the two together.

Until Jiang Ruoli discovered his own video incident.

She exclaimed and covered her mouth, still a little unbelievable: "I gained 10 followers? Who bought me followers?"

As she continued to turn the pages, the expression on the little girl's face became more and more exciting, and she even forgot to eat the dumplings at hand.

Pei Zigui sighed, moved to sit next to Jiang Ruoli, took the chopsticks and fed the dumplings into her mouth: "Open your mouth."

"You know about this?"

Pei Zigui nodded, handed over the fruit and vegetable juice, and put the straw into Jiang Ruoli's mouth accurately.

Jiang Ruoli took two sips and swallowed the dumpling.

"I was really careless in the latter part."

The second half of the scene was the main focus of heated discussion.

It would have been fine if it was just a figure shaking a tree in the distance, but I didn't expect that in the second half, a bomb would be dropped directly...

Others said that Pei Zigui was low-key, but in fact, she could see that this man just didn't like to be exposed to the public, let alone be discussed in this way.

"I have something more important to tell you than this."

Could it be that the butterfly effect caused the company's stock price to fluctuate? Or was Pei Zigui scolded by his grandfather? No wonder his grandfather called him when he was in the study? !

Jiang Ruoli put away his cell phone, sat upright, and looked like a good and obedient student.