"Song Tingshang?" His expression darkened, staring at Jiang Ke on the bed, "I still don't forget to worry about Song Tingshang's body when I fell asleep. I really care about him."

After Fu Hansheng finished speaking, he suddenly stood up and was about to leave when Jiang Ke behind him whispered again: "Fu Hansheng, can you not get entangled with so many women?"

Her words were very clear, and they didn't look like they were talking to each other.

When Fu Hansheng heard Jiang Ke's words, he smiled and sat back to the bedside. His eyes were staring at her and whispered: "What kind of woman is not a woman? What do you think about every day?"

He lifted Jiang Ke's quilt upwards, asked Jiang Ke to cover the quilt, smiled, and left the room.

...

The next day.

A sound of gurgling came from the downstairs of the villa, which made Jiang Ke unable to sleep anymore.

She turned over, yawned, and took her cell phone that she placed at the bedside.

After taking a look, Jiang Ke immediately turned over and sat up.

She subconsciously reached out to push the little bun lying beside her, and realized that it was already empty.

Jiang Ke immediately jumped out of bed and rushed out of the bedroom door in two steps.

She rushed out and just as Fu Hansheng came out of the study.

"Where is the little bun? Have you seen the little bun?" Jiang Ke asked nervously as soon as he saw Fu Hansheng.

Fu Hansheng looked at Jiang Ke with surprise: "Butler Li has already sent Xiao Baozi to school."

Jiang Ke finally calmed down.

She took a long breath and fiddled with the broken hair on her forehead twice: "I'm going to go to work soon, too."

"I have already asked for leave for you." Fu Hansheng walked to Jiang Ke, grabbed Jiang Ke who was about to rush out, looked at her, and whispered.

"Today is my first day at work, how can I ask for leave?" Jiang Ke turned his head and looked at Fu Hansheng in surprise.

"I said it's OK." Fu Hansheng smiled, grabbed Jiang Kecongbai's slender wrist with his backhand and walked downstairs.

Jiang Ke stared at Fu Hansheng with surprise: "What are you...what are you going to do?"

As soon as he walked to the first floor, Jiang Ke suddenly realized that the villa was particularly deserted today, and there were no people around him. None of the servants who usually served in the villa could be found at this time.

"Why is there no one?" Jiang Ke looked at Fu Hansheng and asked in surprise.

"They're all out."

As he said, he led Jiang Ke straight to the restaurant.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, Jiang Ke saw all kinds of side dishes on the table.

"Fu Hansheng, is your breakfast so wasteful?" Jiang Ke said, but he had already sat at the dining table.

She took the chopsticks on one side, picked up a piece of red meat, then put it in her mouth and chewed it twice, and her expression immediately changed.

She suddenly turned her head, looked at Fu Hansheng, and spit out all the red flesh in her mouth.

"Fu Hansheng, no wonder Xiao Baozi said that your chef is not qualified. Who made this? This... can you eat it?" Jiang Ke looked at Fu Hansheng in surprise and shouted angrily.

She stood up and poured all the meat from the plate into the trash can.

Fu Hansheng looked at the braised pork and frowned slightly: "Is it really that bad?"

Jiang Ke nodded: "It has basically reached the most unpalatable level."

Fu Hansheng's expression changed and he pointed to a cold dish on the side: "Then try this."

Jiang Ke frowned, picked up a piece of cold dish, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and then spit it out as it was: "What is this? Jellyfish head? Or bamboo shoots?"

Fu Hansheng's expression became worse, and he coughed softly twice: "Just tell me how it tastes."

"Not very good." Jiang Ke immediately shook his head and poured the plate of cold dishes into the trash can.

"Fu Hansheng, who did these?" Jiang Ke picked up the water cup on the side, drank all the water in the cup in one breath, and asked at Fu Hansheng.

She glanced at it twice and immediately realized something: "These... aren't they all done by you, right?"

Fu Hansheng coughed twice, picked up the dish on one side, and poured it into the trash can.

Jiang Ke looked at his rare disappointment and smiled awkwardly: "Actually, there are still advantages. At least these dishes look like they can be eaten."

The more she said, the worse Fu Hansheng's expression became.

"No, Fu Hansheng, why are you learning to cook?" Jiang Ke said a few words, looking at Fu Hansheng in surprise and asked.

Fu Hansheng did not answer, but stared at the dining table in front of him and took a long breath.

"Are you because of me and Xiao Baozi?" Jiang Ke asked tentatively when he saw this.

"No." Fu Hansheng immediately denied, "I just had nothing to do today."

After saying that, he turned around and walked upstairs.

Looking at Fu Hansheng's back as he went upstairs, Jiang Ke felt amused and whispered: "It's obviously because of the little bun, I don't admit it."

...

Entertainment News Media Department.

Peng Lu had been sitting in the lobby of the media office early in the morning, and Song Tingshang, who was lowering his head to play games next to her.

"Did you remember what I told you just now?" Peng Lu asked Song Tingshang, who was not anxious at all.

Song Tingshang stammered twice and answered.

"No matter what happens, don't talk. These media are not good..." Before Peng Lu finished speaking, he immediately stopped his words.

Song Tingshang followed Peng Lu's gaze and saw a team of media in professional attire walking towards this side.

Peng Lu immediately changed into a smile and walked over to the media.

"Hello, Miss Peng." The leader of the media reporter immediately stretched out his hand when he saw Peng Lu, "I am the person in charge of Mr. Song's return dinner this time. Just call me Xiaoqi."

Peng Lu smiled and held her hand that reached out: "Hello Xiaoqi."

As she said, she pointed to Song Tingshang beside her, "Song Tingshang is going to come over and listen to the arrangements for the return dinner, isn't it a problem?"

Xiaoqi immediately smiled: "Of course there is no problem. It was Mr. Song's return dinner, so he naturally had to listen to it."

As he said that, Xiaoqi leaned against her side and welcomed Song Tingshang and Peng Lu into the building.

Song Tingshang looked at the walls of the media all the way. Seeing this, Xiaoqi came to him, "Every photo here is a successful press conference we have held, and a celebration banquet. Mr. Song chose us, which is perfect."

Song Tingshang stared at the photos on the wall, and suddenly one of them attracted his gaze.
Chapter completed!