After a while, she heard the screeching sound of plates being thrown on the table.

In the next second, it was the man's roar full of anger, "Luo Xingchen...... Is your brain in water? ”

The dull male voice was extremely penetrating, and Luo Xingchen trembled.

But......

I have to say that Jin Zeming's voice is good, even if it is angry.

No, no, what's the situation, still thinking about the man's voice moving?

Luo Xingchen only felt a red face, a chill on her back, and she suddenly felt that the high-salary contract seemed to be getting farther and farther away from her.

She got up slowly, walked slowly to the kitchen, and when she reached the kitchen door, she stood still.

In fact, the mess in the kitchen was all caused by her, and she knew very well that the mess.

She didn't speak, but she deeply felt the anger with contempt and disgust from Jin Zeming.

In the kitchen, there are leaves of choy sum, tomato skins, and instant noodle bags and seasoning belts on the tidy floor.

There are crushed vegetable leaves in the sink, and there is a pot on the stove over there, and there is no finished instant noodles in the pot, and it still exudes a greasy smell of oil.

If she had done this at home, her mother, who loves neatness and cleanliness, would have chased her with a kitchen knife.

"That...... I'll clean it. ”

Her voice was as small as a mosquito humming, and for some reason, she was suddenly afraid of Jin Zeming, who had such a black face, "But, why are you complaining about me?" I really put my heart into it. ”

That fear is not because he will not have a contract if he is annoyed, but because he is really afraid.

"Luo Xingchen, you have a lot of desire to complain. Are you sure you know how to cook? You have to be sincere when you sign the contract, I don't think you want to eat this bowl of rice," Jin Zeming took out his mobile phone with a cold face and dialed a number.

Luo Xingchen lowered her head, her hands hung in front of her and stirred together, in fact, making a meal for a contract is the same as sleeping a good night, she thinks cooking is the simplest.

But come on, she doesn't know how to cook, and she's always been like an idiot when it comes to housework.

No, no, why would she slander herself for this hateful man with a poisonous tongue?

She used to be a daughter and didn't need to cook.

Later, my mother took care of the housework, and she didn't need to worry about it.

So, it turns out that she doesn't know how to cook at all.

So, is it all her fault?

Obviously, no!

She pursed her lips, probably hearing Jin Zeming on the phone ordering the workers to come over immediately.

His tone was a little aloof, proud.

She looked up slightly, and saw him put away the phone and walked over here, and she hurriedly flashed to the side when she was blocking the door.

When Jin Zeming crossed over to her, his body suddenly turned, leaned forward and easily pressed her against the white door frame.

At this moment, a touch of unbelievable tenderness appeared on his handsome face.

In a trance, Luo Xingchen felt that kind of eyes should seem to be looking at his sister-in-law, Chu Xiangyun.

Ouch!

What a dark thought!

She craned her neck and lowered her eyes.

"Little Star, you seem to have asked me, what do you want to exchange for that contract?"

Jin Zeming's gentle appearance made her a little confused and uneasy, and the burning snort that hit her face made her even more confused.

Stretching out his hand, his fingertips touched her white and sexy collarbone, and her body trembled subconsciously.

Leaning his head, he wanted to kiss her lips, but he didn't expect her to be short and squat.