The fake daughter is crazy about her waistcoat and leads her whole family into a wealthy family

Chapter 231 How about pretending to be my boyfriend?

An Jingwei?

Ji Yue slowly raised her head, her sunglasses falling down to the bridge of her nose in shock, revealing a pair of stunned eyes.

She wasn't napping and her cold was gone. How could she see An Jingwei?

It was probably only five or six minutes from the time she called An Jingwei to now. Why did An Jingwei appear here?

An Jingwei seemed to see what she was thinking and smiled: "I sent my brother to the airport. As soon as he got on the plane, I received your call."

Ji Yue: "..."

What a fate...

A kind of joy like spring rain grew in her heart. It was dense and small, but it nourished all things.

She smiled and stood up: "Send An Zhengming off?"

"No." An Jingwei shook his head, "Zhengming reported to the crew on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. This time I sent Jingrui off, and he went to country M to handle some private matters."

"Oh, that's a coincidence." Ji Yue said, "I was a little sorry at first, and felt a little embarrassed to ask you to make this trip."

"Don't be sorry." An Jingwei picked up her suitcase, "You also helped me a lot, you should."

Not to mention the fact that the crew helped him open up land and help him grow vegetables and raise chickens, Ji Yue's guidance on An Zhengming's acting was something he would always remember.

Ji Yue smiled slightly: "Since you think I have helped you a lot, how about you do me a small favor again?"

An Jingwei took the suitcase and went downstairs: "Tell me."

Ji Yue sighed: "At the age of 29, I feel that my life is getting better, but my parents feel that I am getting old and are urging me to get married. During this Chinese New Year, I dated an average of 1.5 people a day, and I felt like I was about to collapse. "

"Look." She took off her glasses and put her pretty face in front of An Jingwei, "Others gained 10 pounds during the New Year, but I lost 10.2 pounds during the New Year. It was because of my torture at home."

An Jingwei glanced at her: "I have indeed lost a lot of weight."

It felt like the delicacies she ate at his house were going to be unfair.

"So, do you want to take pity on me?" Ji Yue couldn't tell whether she was acting or telling the truth. She blinked her innocent eyes and asked in a pitiful voice, "Pretend to be my boyfriend for a while and let me take it." To deal with my parents?"

He should agree, right?

After all, it was nothing to lose to him.

Besides, even if she is not a big star, she is at least a beautiful woman, right?

"No." An Jingwei said just one word without any hesitation.

If she hadn't taken off her sunglasses, Ji Yue felt that her sunglasses would definitely fall off: "Why?"

An Jingwei said calmly: "I don't like to joke about feelings."

Ji Yue: "..."

She defended herself: "This is not a joke, this is forced acting."

An Jingwei: "No."

Ji Yue: "This is helping me."

An Jingwei: "No, this method can't help you."

Ji Yue: "..."

After a long while, she said quietly: "Do you know that you are quite cold-blooded sometimes?"

An Jingwei said without moving an eyebrow: "I know."

Ji Yue spread her hands: "You are like this, leaving me speechless."

An Jingwei: "Your throat seems to be uncomfortable. You'd better talk less."

Ji Yue: "..."

She had never seen a man like An Jingwei.

The men she had met either looked down on an "actor" like her while coveting her beauty, or they were flattered and flattering, or they were attracted by her beauty, wealth, and fame, and secretly wanted to attract her. attention and win her favor.

More or less, the men were curious and curious about her.

This is not the case for An Jingwei.

He had no curiosity or intention to pursue her, nor did he have the idea of ​​taking advantage of her, but he also did not neglect her or look down upon her.

The way he looked at her was with admiration, and sometimes with a hint of not-too-excessive pity, which often moved her.

In addition, she admired his attitude towards and handling relationships.

Including the fact that he refused to be her fake boyfriend also made her feel depressed and admired at the same time.

In short, An Jingwei did a very good job in the matter of "proportion". He advanced and retreated appropriately, spoke appropriately, and behaved appropriately, which made her feel very comfortable.

While she was thinking about this, An Jingwei had already walked out of the airport, came to the car, and opened the door: "Miss Ji, please."

After Ji Yue sat in, An Jingwei put the suitcase into the car and took out a thermos box and a food box from the back seat: "This is the stomach-warming tea and snacks my mother made for us. You go first Rest your stomach, I'll cook for you when we get to the restaurant, and then take you back to your apartment."

Ji Yue was elated, holding the thermos box in her left hand and the food box in her right hand: "Why do you have these in your car?"

An Jingwei: "My mother is afraid that we will be hungry."

Ji Yue: "..."

She sighed while opening the food box: "You are almost thirty, your parents don't push for marriage, but they support your career, and they always prepare delicious food for you to take with you. They are really good parents from the East. "

An Jingwei smiled: "Indeed."

Ji Yue was drinking stomach-warming tea with one hand and eating snacks with the other, but her eyes fell on his face.

An Jingwei's smile is very warm. He really loves his parents and family. He lives a very happy life at home.

Ji Yue suddenly thought about how happy the girl who would marry An Jingwei would be if she had a husband like An Jingwei, as well as such good parents-in-law and aunts and uncles.

As she thought about it, her face turned red.

This made her sigh secretly in her heart.

She is already this age and has been in the entertainment industry full of swords and swords for so many years. Why is she still thinking about whether she has these things?

An hour later, An Jingwei drove to Anjia Restaurant.

It was around three o'clock in the afternoon, Anjia Restaurant was taking a break, and the restaurant was quiet.

An Jingwei scooped a bowl of chicken soup for Ji Yue and asked her what she wanted to eat. Then he rolled up his sleeves, put on a chef's hat and a chef's mask, and started busy in the kitchen.

The restaurant's kitchen is open, and everything in the kitchen can be seen clearly by the guests.

Ji Yue sat at the dining table on the first floor closest to the kitchen, watching An Jingwei chopping and cooking vegetables, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

How could she be able to let a man like An Jingwei cook for her again and again?

She thought a lot, but the moment she tasted An Jingwei's delicious food, all her worries and thoughts disappeared.

All that was left in my mind was the simple thought: "It's delicious!"

"Happy!"