After rejecting my celebrity husband novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Follow Me Upstairs!

"Okay, come on up!"

Luo Xiaoqian helped him unlock the access control.

Moments later, a knock on the door sounded, and she pulled it open. The delivery guy immediately took out the warm meals from his insulated box with both hands and handed them to her.

"The invoice is in the bag, please keep it!"

"Do I need to pay?" Luo Xiaoqian took the paper bag.

"No need, thank you for your patronage!" The other party politely bowed and turned to leave.

Carrying the meal box to the dining table, smelling the fragrance wafting from inside, and then glancing at the empty bowl across from her that Leng Zimo had even finished the soup of, Luo Xiaoqian raised her eyebrows and immediately took breakfast out of the bag.

A box of porridge, a box of buns, and a few light dishes were all packed in transparent containers, making one’s mouth water just looking at them.

Hmph!

This guy didn’t order for her, how stingy!

Looking upstairs, she gave a mischievous smile, then sat down at the table and opened the lid of the porridge container.

In the porridge, there was not only minced meat but also cinnamon and red dates... It looked like the kind of nutritious porridge meant for women.

This freak, his taste really is unique!

She carefully scooped a small spoonful into her mouth and was immediately greeted with a burst of flavor.

No wonder it’s porridge from Chinatown. She had heard from Lu Hao before that the place was outrageously expensive, with a bowl of porridge costing several hundred bucks. With these buns and dishes added, it was probably over a thousand, right?

Indeed, rich people, even their breakfasts are so luxurious.

Looking up at the upper floor, Luo Xiaoqian unabashedly started eating in big bites.

Why not, if he eats hers, why can’t she eat his?!

After eating her fill and tidying up the dining table, placing the remaining buns and dishes in the fridge, she then reentered the piano room, closed the door, and practiced.

Singing and playing over and over again, she was both absorbed and serious.

"What is music? Music is the voice of the heart. Your sadness should be sung, not wept..."

Leng Zimo’s voice echoed in her ears from time to time.

Singing over and over, she gradually began to find the feeling.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify