Chapter 450

It was already night when Wei Jun delivered his things.

The summer night in this villa area is quiet and noisy.

Because the sound of cicadas is too loud and too many, as if the cicadas in city a gathered here.

However, it's hot in the city, but it's cool and refreshing here. It's still comfortable in the end.

So I asked Chen le to open the door and send things in.

Wei Jun discussed with him that he would stay next door in the evening and leave tomorrow.

Chen Le naturally had no opinion. After putting everything in place and putting everything in the refrigerator in place, he turned to consciously clean up the bar.

Wei Jun saw this and looked around: "wait, boss took people upstairs?"

Chen Le nodded: "yes."

It's not downstairs. Naturally, it can only be upstairs.

"Isn't there only boss's room and study upstairs and a recording studio?" Wei Jun thought of the two people's most common topic, and couldn't help opening his mouth. "The first time I came, I took it to the studio? President Sheng was allowed to enter after several years of entanglement? "

Chen Le continued to nod: "yes, I haven't been in."

He is responsible for Sheng Jingheng's daily life and work. He never participates in the recording studio.

Although he came to stare at Sheng Jingheng, he had been with him for several years, but Sheng Jingheng still treated him as indifferent as an outsider.

However, Sheng Jingheng is not hostile to him, which is very good.

When Wei Jun wanted to say something more, he saw that Chen Le had finished cleaning up and interrupted what he wanted to say.

"Come on, go next door."

"Ah, so fast?" Wei Jun said, subconsciously following him.

Chen Le rarely said more: "when the boss comes downstairs, he doesn't want to see the two of us."

"Yes," Wei Jun changed his shoes and went out. "Hurry up. It's too dark here. I'm still a little afraid."

Chen Le rolled his eyes secretly, and then slowly got up: "here we are."

Not long after they left, they came down upstairs.

Smelling the smell left in the air, Nanyue went straight to the kitchen: "it seems that something has been sent."

"Well," Sheng Jingheng followed her slowly, "what do you want to do?"

"Make some simple food without frying."

While taking out the newly bought ingredients from the refrigerator, Nanyue reached out to stop him: "Mr. Sheng, we agreed, just sit and wait to eat."

Sheng Jingheng looked down at her hand and almost touched him.

She controls the distance well and knows when to approach and when to stay away.

I don't know when, between them, she began to dominate.

And he always habitually followed her steps and listened to all her words.

After Nanyue withdrew his hand, Sheng Jingheng consciously withdrew to the bar, sat there and quietly watched every move of Nanyue.

She said it was simple, and it was very simple.

Just get ready, put it in the oven, set the time, clap your hands and wait for the results.

There is not too much lampblack smell, but more roasted aroma.

Before long, the first food prepared by South Vietnam was successfully baked out of the oven.

"Purple potato egg tart," Nan Yueyi blinked at him in the bar and looked forward to him. "Mr. Sheng, try it. It shouldn't be too sweet."

Sheng Jingheng took a sip of iced tea first, then took the not so hot egg tart, and took a bite under the burning eyes of South Vietnam.

She was not in a hurry to ask, but after he had finished the whole one, she asked, "how about it?"

Sheng Jingheng looked at her for a moment, then picked up another one and handed it to her mouth: "try it."