Chapter 580

"Ouyang Jin has rarely appeared in front of the media in recent years, but recently there has been a rumor that he and his wife have divorced. I don't know whether it's true or not. If you pry out the news this time, I'll double your salary and bonus this month. "

As soon as the editor in chief said this, Yan Nuoqi's eyes lit up: "really?"

Seeing yannuoqi enlightened. The editor nodded: "really! So you have to work hard. "

Yan Nuoqi walked out of the editor's office happily with double salary and bonus. Let alone Ouyang Jin's divorce from his wife, it's the details of his years of marriage. As long as someone reads it, Yan Nuoqi can also write it.

Yan Nuoqi has no psychological pressure to sell her "ex husband" to make money. The other party is just her visiting object, and what she writes is just facts.

Back in her workshop, Yan Nuoqi turned on her computer and began to prepare for the interview with Ouyang Jin.

During the lunch break at noon, an Zichen brought a lunch box to Yan Nuoqi as usual, and whistles came out one after another as usual.

Yannuoqi took his colleague's arm and faced the attentive an Zichen with a cold face: "take it back. I'll go out to eat with my colleagues."

An Zichen knew that the other party's anger towards herself had not been eliminated, and left alone with a lunch box.

The female colleague who went out to dinner with Yan Nuoqi was a little embarrassed: "why don't you eat the Bento sent by your boyfriend, Nuoqi?"

"No, let's go out to eat." Yan Nuoqi took her female colleague downstairs to the fast food restaurant downstairs.

An Zichen, who was driven out, sat depressed in the car and wanted to cross back and slap himself last night.

Here, an Zichen is also worried about Yan Nuoqi. His mobile phone rings untimely.

"Zichen, you must come back for lunch. I'm waiting for you today. If you don't come back, I won't eat at noon. "

His mother's tone was not good. Despite an Zichen's reluctance, he finally went home.

Parked his car downstairs, an Zichen smashed the steering wheel. That's why he didn't want to live with his family. How did he agree to live with his mother at the beginning.

When I got home, I smelled the aroma from the kitchen as soon as I opened the door. An Zichen sucks his nose. This sentence is right. It won't be the food cooked by his mother. How can a young lady who has lived a rich grandmother's life after marriage cook and cook so delicious?

"Mom." An Zichen saw his mother sitting on the sofa in the living room, so who are the people in the kitchen?

Ann's mother saw her son coming back and said happily, "go to the kitchen and have a look. It's really clever."

Who is the person in the kitchen? An Zichen thought it was his mother and changed his nanny. However, when he entered the kitchen, he was stunned.

The woman wore a neat ponytail and showed her smooth forehead. The sun shines on every corner of the kitchen, and the side face looks so holy.

Slowly put a small spoonful of food and medicine into the pot. The woman narrowed her eyes and took a breath from the hot air above the pot. The expression is lovely, just like an elf who happened to fall into the kitchen.

Thinking of what was missing, the woman went to the chopping board to pick up the kitchen knife and skillfully cut the food on the chopping board. However, for some unknown reason, the kitchen knife in his hand deviated, and a drop of blood fell on the white floor.

"Be careful!" An Zichen saw that the woman's hand was cut by a kitchen knife. He was in a hurry and rushed up to hold each other's wrist.

Unexpectedly, there was another person at the door. An Zichen rushed in and startled the woman.

Somehow, an Zichen put the woman's finger into his mouth. After a few seconds, it came out: "you wait here for a while, I'll get you a band aid."

In the living room, an's mother heard an Zichen's cry and rushed over. She saw her son caring for each other's wounds. She smiled, looked at the men and women in the kitchen and nodded with satisfaction.

An Zichen left the kitchen and went to the living room to look for the band aid. He clearly remembered that he had it at home, but he couldn't find it when he wanted to use it.

The more anxious you are, the more clumsy your hand is. An Zichen opened the box and found the band aid inside.

When I returned to the kitchen again, I saw that the woman and her mother didn't know what to say in a low voice, and there was a shy expression on their face. Seeing this scene, an Zichen's heart was suddenly blocked.

Put the band aid on the table next to the two people: "stick it yourself."

Then he turned and went out of the kitchen. I don't know what's wrong again. Ann's mother hates iron and steel: "can't you help other girls deal with their wounds?"

However, a crisp sound of biting an apple came from the living room. The expression on Zhang ningyun's face was a little stiff: "it's okay. I'll just wrap it up myself."

"Mom, why are you so anxious to call me back?" An Zichen sat carelessly on the sofa,

"Let you come back for dinner, of course." Ann's mother wrapped up Zhang ningyun's injured finger: "you don't know what to eat outside every day. At the right moment, Xiao Ning said she could cook and wanted to cook it for you. I called you back."

An's mother looked at Zhang ningyun with satisfaction. She had already regarded each other as a prospective daughter-in-law.

Feeling an's mother's sight, Zhang ningyun blushed: "the food should be ready. I'll have a look."

With that, Zhang ningyun got up and came to the kitchen. Ann's mother was anxious and pushed an Zichen: "if a girl's finger is hurt, can't you help?"

An Zichen was dissatisfied that his mother called him back because of a woman, and now he forced himself to have dinner with each other.

Seeing an Zichen's attitude, an's mother couldn't help but increase her tone: "are you going to kill your mother? At least there is an outsider here, so you embarrass your mother? "

"You found the embarrassment yourself. If I were you, I would have let her go this morning." An Zichen contradicted, causing an's mother to poke him in the head with her finger: "you really want to annoy me."

The mother and son are quarreling here. Zhang ningyun over there has brought up all the prepared meals: "aunt, brother Zichen, the food is ready for dinner."

Go up to the hall and down to the kitchen. Don't mention how much Ann likes this "daughter-in-law".

Half pushing and half pulling, she pulled her son to the table. Ann's mother looked at a table of attractive meals, and was even more happy: "Xiao Ning has been busy all morning, and she should be tired. Come and eat a chicken leg. "

He took a chicken leg and put it in Zhang ningyun's bowl. Looking back, he pointed to an Zichen: "Xiao Ning has been busy here all morning and eats at ease. Unlike some people who come to eat, they have to eat what I made."

Zhang ningyun raised his chopsticks. Even if he wasn't there, he vaguely guessed who Ann's mother was talking about.

An Zichen heard something in his mother's words. A pair of handsome eyebrows wrinkled slightly: "I came back with Nuoqi that day, but I didn't know you were at home."

"If I knew you were coming, I wouldn't come back." An Zichen whispered.

An's mother stretched out her chopsticks to beat an Zichen. When Zhang ningyun heard the conversation just now, he also had his own calculation in his heart.

"Xiao Ning, why do you have such a skillful craftsmanship? Today's famous girls can't do these rough jobs. They don't touch the spring water with their fingers." An's mother smiled and turned the topic to Zhang ningyun.

Before answering an's question, Zhang ningyun put down the dishes and chopsticks: "I've been studying abroad in recent years, and I'm not used to eating greasy things abroad. Most of the time, they cook their own food. Slowly, I practiced it. "

"Oh, you can also find a nanny abroad. It's hard for you to cook by yourself." As Ann's mother said, she sandwiched a sparerib for Zhang ningyun: "speaking of it, Zichen of our family has lived for many years and can cook. If you two are together... "

"Mom, I have a girlfriend." An Zichen coldly interrupted his mother. A face as cold as ice.

Ann's mother gave a thankless white look: "it hasn't been decided yet. If it hasn't been decided, there will still be a turn for the better."

An Zichen sneered: "in that case, mom, go home and prepare for the wedding banquet now."

"Engagement banquet?" Ann's mother's eyebrows jumped: "what engagement banquet, who and who?"