Chapter 289 Jiang Liao goes online

   "Bring your book, now I have to make up for the content of yesterday's leave." Quan Yi bit it very hard, as if there is some deep hatred.

   "But I haven't eaten yet." Lang Sheng pitifully clutched his stomach, "Seriously, a glass of water won't last long."

   Quan Yi frowned slightly, looking at her like this, convinced.

   "Did you order a glass of water on a date? Huh." Quan Yi did not forget to snorted in the back.

  Lang Sheng suddenly felt that Quan Yi was not very friendly to her recently.

   "I didn't ask Xiao Lan to come out, I'll go shopping alone."

  Heh, they are all called Xiaolan. But he likes the latter sentence better, so she was shopping outside alone?

  Quan Yi didn’t have anymore this time, he let her go to cook, but he didn’t eat anyway.

  Looking at the skilled back in the kitchen, his eyes darkened.

  I can’t figure out that a mercenary can cook. This world is really illusory.

  Lang Sheng opened the refrigerator, it was full of ingredients, just eat it.

  Take out the marinated tenderloin, then add cooking wine, sugar, light soy sauce, balsamic vinegar, and water. Then stir well,

   Stir the eggs into egg liquid, and dip the tenderloin in the egg liquid and coat the starch. Put it in a frying pan and fry until golden brown. Then fry the scallion oil, remove the scallions, pour in the sweet and sour sauce, add water starch to make a thick, pour it on top of the tenderloin, it becomes a sweet and sour tenderloin.

  The scent is alluring, which will seduce your sense of smell invisibly.

  The next two dishes are steamed sea bass and stir-fried vegetables.

  Quan Yi took out two cups of Xiaojuan Village from the refrigerator, lowered the brightness of the light, and suddenly a kind of ambiguity arose in the semi-dark surroundings.

  The atmosphere is very romantic, and it is a scene that almost every girl likes. Generally speaking, in this case, the firewood will be dried up after eating.

  It's a pity that these two people are impossible. Quan Yi finally put down the stinky face and ate elegantly.

   "I won't be home next week, I will give you the key. However, you are not allowed to bring women back, nor are men." Quan Yi said to Lang Sheng after eating his last meal. Take out a silver key from his pocket and put it on the dining table.

  It looks like this, is it because of the task it has received.

  Lang Sheng didn't ask him either, took the key, and proceeded to eat the rice in the bowl without any hassle. Quan Yi had already returned to the room to read the information in the file bag, and felt vaguely that this task was not easy.

  He just received the order from the old chief and will leave tomorrow morning. Didn't talk too much about the content of the task, but the tone was serious, as if something was hidden in the tone.

  Tomorrow, the bet is not flat.

  ……

   Turn here, because the two paintings are famous for Zhang Luyu, and the phone keeps ringing messages at this time.

  He knows that these are all invitations to the catwalk.

  I caught a cold last night, and today I was drinking hot water while wrapped in a quilt.

  Suddenly like a dream, the sudden change of profession made him, a person who was about to be forgotten by the organization, find his own place. It all originated from the young man who was walking with him, enlightening him, and let him give up the indispensable and useless things.

  The door lock twisted, and Zhang Luyu subconsciously looked at the incoming person. He forgot, the only person with the key is Jiang Qi.

  The man was wearing a dark green flannel plaid shirt and slim-fit jeans. The shirt was still a brown striped shirt. The right earlobe is a black stud, evil and handsome.

  Zhang Luyu got up, feeling the soles of his feet fluttering, his whole body burning like fire. His thirsty throat made him hardly want to talk, and he walked to the door dazedly holding a hot water cup.

  "Jiang...Jiang Qi?" Zhang Luyu leaned against the wall, his vision was blurred, and he couldn't see the person coming, but he could see his figure.

Good morning

  (End of this chapter)