117. Chapter 117

He froze, but shook his head.

She felt very happy in her heart, so, after all, he had never touched any other woman, only her.

He still smiled and said, "Why haven't you even kissed your ex-fiancee?"

"I don't like other women touching me." He frowned. "It would make me feel uncomfortable all over."

She raised her eyebrows, and grabbed his hand that was eating her tofu, "Then you still..."

"You're different." There was no expression on his face.

She was interested, "how am I different?"

"At least, I don't feel disgusted when I touch you."

"I'd rather you dislike it." She wanted to stand up from his lap, and he put his arms around her waist, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to boil a pot of water to make tea." The tea leaves were not taken away.

"Let me come." He walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and unexpectedly there was nothing to eat in the refrigerator, "Why is there nothing to eat at home?"

"I don't cook very much. I basically eat at the company or order takeaway. I don't eat much at home, and I just finished eating again." She gave a perfect explanation. You know, she has a child, and Aunt Wang, the nanny, stays at home to help her take care of the child for a long time. The family eats the most, but all the food is taken to the new home.

Here, in order to deal with him temporarily, she didn't let him eat.

He was noncommittal about her explanation.

Sitting in the living room, she watched him boil a pot of boiling water with the electric kettle in the kitchen, make another cup of tea, and put it on the coffee table in front of her.

"You don't want to drink?" she said, "Make another glass."

"A drink with you is enough."

She looked at his cold face suspiciously, "Aren't you a clean freak?"

He also found it incredible. Usually, the bowls he uses are strictly sterilized, and he never eats and shares with others, even his parents. When he comes to her... it seems to be tolerated.

Seeing that he didn't speak, she also delved into it.

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

She opened the door, only to see Zheng Wei and his servant Mrs. Chen coming in with two large trays.

Several dishes on the tray were still steaming, as if they had just been fried.

"Didn't the dishes be prepared and packed?" Cheng Yingxuan was suspicious.

Mrs. Chen explained, "Young master never eats food packed in plastic boxes. If you put it in a box, the taste will change. In the young master's villa, let the cook cook the food. The food will be cold when the journey is far away. The food is served at the side. The kitchen of the five-star hotel on the Internet is ready, and it is directly brought over."

"..." Well, Cheng Yingxuan felt that Yan Shiting's life was really picky.

Zheng Wei is now Yan Shiting's full-time driver, and Cheng Yingxuan is not surprised that he followed to deliver the meals.

Mrs. Chen put several hot dishes on the table and set the chopsticks.

Cheng Yingxuan found out that the tableware was from Yan Shiting's villa, and it is estimated that his servants took the tableware to the hotel kitchen to store food.

Putting on disposable gloves to arrange the meals, Mrs. Chen said respectfully, "Master, Miss Cheng, it's time to eat."

Cheng Yingxuan hadn't had dinner yet, so she wasn't polite anymore, she sat down at the table, and before Yan Shiting could speak, she forbade herself to pick up vegetables for dinner.

Seeing this, Mrs. Chen frowned, "Miss Cheng, the young master didn't say that the meal is ready, so you can't eat first."

Cheng Yingxuan pointed to the door, "This is my house, you can leave now."

For some reason, although Mrs. Chen didn't show it clearly, she always felt that Mrs. Chen was hostile to her.

"You..." Mrs. Chen glanced at Yan Shiting cautiously, "Master, look at her being so impolite..."