Chapter 17: : No one buys the money

Now she can obviously just lift the empty bag, turn around and leave, leaving Liujing Garden.
Even if Zuo Hancheng is her nominal husband, it does not mean that he has the right to restrain her freedom, although he does have this ability.
But Anhao, who was rarely obedient, didn't insist on going out. Instead, he put away the cosmetic bags in his bag and the trash can and planned to throw them out.
Seeing that girl angrily tidying up those messy things, while raising her hand to force away the hair sticking to her cheeks, she seemed to be very upset, and she seemed to be angry with herself.
Zuo Hancheng chuckled, turning around and walking into the kitchen without moving the pots and bowls in the kitchen.
Although An Hao didn't insist on going out, she was still very annoyed by this man who seemed to be a man with cleanliness.
Her so-called trash is not allowed to stay at home. Why can't she stay at home with such peace of mind if she can't stand this kind of behavior?
Until she was tired and sore, and finally got his request done the same, she was a little hungry and wanted to eat some potato chips to fill her stomach, but she walked out of the bedroom and found that the remaining box of potato chips on the coffee table was missing. Up.
Instead, the scent of food wafted in the living room. Looking for the scent, I looked back and saw Zuo Hancheng took out two dishes and put them on the table.
"Did not eat during the day?" Zuo Hancheng asked calmly when she saw her dazed there.
An Hao had been busy taking out the trash just now, and didn't pay attention to what Zuo Hancheng was doing. He didn't expect that he would cook. When he saw three dishes and one soup on the table, it smelled delicious, and the moved his index finger. She swallowed her saliva and blinked: "I have shrimp crackers and potato chips."
Zuo Hancheng opened the chair by the dining table and said lightly, "Go wash your hands."
"Oh..." I was really hungry. Seeing that he meant to invite myself to dinner, Anhao turned around to wash his hands very well aware of the current affairs.
After hurriedly washing his hands and coming back, he just opened the chair to sit down, and his voice sounded again: "Go get the dishes."
The corners of his mouth twitched. Now that the food has been prepared, he is still pretending to be an uncle!
Seeing these tempting meals, she endured it, and eagerly ran back to the kitchen to get two sets of tableware.
Finally, she could sit down and eat. She picked up the chopsticks and unceremoniously picked up a piece of tender fish and put it into her mouth. The next moment she raised her eyes in shock and looked at the man in front of her.
"Zuo Hancheng, what exactly do you do? Why are you so good at cooking..."
Zuo Hancheng didn't change his expression at all because of the vague curiosity and worship in Anhao's eyes. He picked up other dishes and put them into her bowl: "Eat fewer snacks in the future."
An Hao ate the food he had picked up, and at the same time glanced at the empty coffee table, guessing that he had thrown out the potato chips.
But facing such a delicious meal, she couldn't lose her temper. She just nodded and promised as she ate, "Um...I try to..."
Hearing that she was perfunctory, Zuo Hancheng glanced at her coldly: "I'm not joking."
An Hao put down the bowl, took a sip of water from the cup at hand, and said, "So serious? I don't break the law when I eat snacks!"
"Eat on time, snacks are not a must."
It's a little bit angry, and he is too wide in control! Regardless of her dressing and throwing her things, now she is even restricted from eating snacks!
If she hadn't seen him cooking so well and cooking so delicious, she would definitely push away the food in front of her very boldly and get up and leave.
But now her slander has come out, and she doesn't care about the face or face, she just reluctantly responded with an "um" and lowered her head to continue eating, but the reluctance on her face was overwhelming, completely unconvinced.
He had some words to educate himself. Anhao took a few more mouthfuls and asked a topic directly: "By the way, Zuo Hancheng, what are you doing? How come the Xu family are so in awe of you? Even our principal dare not offend you... and you are so good at cooking..."
Zuo Hancheng glanced at her calmly: "I lived alone when I was studying abroad many years ago. After a long time, I will naturally take care of myself and let me choose between takeout and cooking by myself. Of course, I choose to make it myself. ."
"Then what do you do?"
Anhao felt that she was about to be peeled off alive by him, but she didn't even know his identity until now.
No, she must ask clearly, at least she must get back one round.
Suddenly, the ringtone of Anhao's cell phone rang, without even thinking about it. Zuo Hancheng had already taken her cell phone and saw the word "Boss" on the caller ID, and immediately glanced at her faintly.
Anhao's face tightened, and he lowered his head and continued to cook as if not seeing him.
But I couldn't help but glanced at him secretly, and saw that he hung up the phone and didn't mean to answer it. After that, as if nothing had happened, he said indifferently: "This is not important."
"Why is it not important? I don't even know who you are, who knows if you will suddenly sell me?"
"Sell you? Just the dress and respect you have in the bar, but no one buys the money, I will make this kind of loss?"
Anhao almost choked to death with a bite of rice.
She grinds her teeth secretly, and after a few more bites, she pushes the bowl forward: "I'm full."
Finished talking about getting up.
"Go wash the dishes."
"……you are vicious!"
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After finally washing the dishes and chopsticks, she felt that after Zuo Hancheng came back, she had never been free, especially when she sweated while cleaning the house just now, and Anhao went to the bathroom to take a shower.
After coming out after taking a bath, he saw that the time had already pointed to more than nine o'clock in the night, knowing that no matter what reason he said, he would not let himself go out, so he had to walk directly to the bedroom bored.
But while passing by the sofa, she caught a glimpse of the mobile phone in Zuo Hancheng's hand. After a meal, she hurriedly turned her head and said, "What are you doing with my mobile phone?"
"Your boss sent a message to warn you that your salary will be deducted if you don't go to work."
Anhao froze for a moment, grabbed the phone and took a look at the text message, and said bitterly: "It's all to blame! If you cause my salary to be deducted! Believe it or not, I will max out your card!"
Speaking of swiping the card, those wonderful text messages for 3 yuan, 5 yuan and 10 yuan passed through Zuo Hancheng's mind, and he glanced at her: "I quit my job at the bar. Giving you the card is not just for you to buy snacks."
Anhao rolled his eyes and turned back to the bedroom without saying a word.
"Also." Zuo Hancheng's cold voice suddenly came from behind: "What's the report card?"
As soon as he heard the three words on the transcript, Anhao immediately got her hair straight. When she turned around, she saw that the transcript that she had placed in the middle of the schoolbag was in his hands. She immediately rushed to grab it back: "Give it back!"