On the night they returned to the villa, Ainte had specially sent a chef over to cook a super sumptuous meal in the villa. Of course, because Zuo Yue was still recovering, most of them were based on the list, but it was also extremely delicious.
After Zuo Yue had eaten her fill, she still lay on the sofa and insisted that Xu Chengfeng help her squeeze a glass of fruit juice. Otherwise, she would lie on the sofa and refuse to go back to the bedroom to rest.
Chef and Ainte had left just now. Zuo Yue was leaning on the sofa with a pillow in her arms, waiting for her juice. The sound of the juicer came from the kitchen. Although the sound was very soft, Zuo Yue felt secretly happy when she heard it.
This kind of life where he could easily order Xu Chengfeng around was really comfortable.
