He said that he would be here to accompany her these three days.

Doesn't he have to go to work? After all, he is the president of a country.

Han Qing stood outside the restaurant and had no choice but to persuade him, but he insisted on taking three days off, and he had no choice.

Now something is going to happen.

Not only did the vice president ask for leave, but the president also asked for leave.

Bo Fei sat at the dining table.

The man brought a bowl of Yangchun noodles, placed it in front of her, and said lightly: "Eat it."

Thinking of his toughness last night and insisting on holding her to sleep, she was very angry, and turned her face away and said coldly: "I don't want to eat noodles."

Helian Beilin seemed to have no temper and was very calm, "Then what do you want to eat?"

"Do you make everything I want to eat?" Bo Fei turned his face and looked at his beautiful face.

"Um."

“I want to have fried pasta.”

Helian Beilin was slightly stunned and then said, "Okay, wait here."

.........

After about ten minutes, a plate of steaming fried pasta was placed in front of Bo Fei.

She picked up the fork, rolled it up, and stuffed it into her mouth.

To be honest, it's delicious, better than the chef's.

However, she deliberately put down her fork and said coldly: "It's too salty."

Helian Beilin was still calm, "I'll make one for you."

Bo Fei didn't say anything, but just glanced at him indifferently.

Soon, the second plate of fried pasta came.

She still only took a bite and put a fork, "It's too light and not delicious."

At this point, Helian Beilin already understood that her anger had not yet subsided.

He took the plate away, "Then I'll do it again."

"Forget it, I suddenly don't want to eat fried pasta anymore. I want to eat Xiaolongbao!"

Helian Beilin paused, thought for a while, and said, "I'll go and see if there are any frozen small buns in the kitchen."

Bo Fei lowered his eyelashes, "I don't want to eat frozen ones, I want to eat freshly wrapped ones."

The man was slightly stunned, "Then I'll go out and buy it for you."

She looked at him, unable to say what she was in her mood. Seeing him being embarrassed by her, she was happy, sad, and depressed, but she couldn't help but couldn't control her, "I won't eat what you bought from other places."

Helian Beilin laughed and looked at her, "Then do you want to eat my own bag?"

"Um."

"I can't make pastry, I can only cook some Western food below." He turned around and walked towards the kitchen. "But I can learn how to pack it with the chef. Wait for me for a while. If you're really hungry, drink a glass of milk and eat something else."

Bo Fei didn't say anything. After he left, she started drinking milk and eating sandwiches...

Nearly an hour later, when the man put a tray of steamed buns in front of her, she heard her cold voice, "Helian Beilin, I was too hungry just now and had enough food. Now I don't want to eat it anymore, you can take it away."

The man did not have any emotional fluctuations and said lightly: "I'm really full? Otherwise, eat some more and eat more breakfast."

"I said, I'm full, don't you understand?"

Helian Beilin was silent for a moment, "Okay, I'll take it away, and take a walk in the jungle behind you later. You need to digest food and simple exercise."

Bo Fei didn't say it was OK, nor did he say it was bad, so he walked out first.

This villa is in a secret location. There is a courtyard in front, but there is a green forest behind.

Inside, there are curved trails, and occasionally small animals appear.

She walked aimlessly...

After a while, the man appeared beside her and she smelled a familiar breath.

Helian Beilin held the woman's little hand hanging beside her.

But the next second, Bo Fei broke away, "Hot, don't hold my hand, you will sweat."
Chapter completed!