Jiang Ruan couldn't resist taking a few pictures of him with her phone.
Hearing the camera shutter, Bao Ye turned to glance at her, "Don't send the photos to anyone else."
"I didn't," Jiang Ruan said, "I just wanted to take them as a keepsake."
Looking at the photos on her phone, he looked exactly like a perfect homemaker, so handsome and domestic.
The more Jiang Ruan looked, the more captivated she became, she giggled, "Besides, these kinds of photos are for me to keep, how could I show them to anyone else?"
"As the old saying goes, you can share everything with others, except for your man."
What kind of nonsense is that?
Where did she learn it,
Bao Ye: "..."
Listening to her murmuring, he had already finished grilling a steak.
Jiang Ruan specifically requested it to be medium-well.
When the servants found out Bao Ye was personally cooking dinner, they were shocked. Since they weren't needed here, they all went back to eat and work on their own.
