Gu Zheng looked at her meaningfully as if he had seen through her thoughts. He smiled sinisterly. "Mrs. Gu, it's time to eat. Do you want me to give you a kiss?"
Qiao Xi: "…" 'Help!'
"Mrs. Gu, you used to like kissing me before dinner. Even when you were at work, you'd still go to Gu Corporation to ask for a kiss. Why don't you want it today?"
The corners of Qiao Xi's mouth twitched slightly as she complained in her heart. 'Bastard! Don't you know why I don't want a kiss before dinner? You're asking the obvious!'
However, she could not scold Gu Zheng, so she tried to persuade him. "Gu Zheng, you're usually so busy with work. How can I trouble you to cook dinner? Why don't I cook?"
Gu Zheng smiled. "Since cooking is so difficult, how can I let you cook?"
Qiao Xi's eyes were filled with tears. "Ah Zheng, you're a president who can earn hundreds of millions in minutes. How can I let you cook? You don't have to cook in the future, alright?"
