C27 Ceo Dark Cuisine

Cen Zhi then poked a piece into her mouth and said, "Then finish it all."

An unbearable taste filled her mouth. Cen Zhi was on the verge of tears. It was not tasty at all.

Thus, how did Si Jiu manage to say delicious words with a deadpan expression?

Cen Zhi said pitifully, "No way, I don't really like this taste."

The corner of Si Jiu's mouth slightly curved, he narrowed his eyes and said with a hint of threat, "I can get someone to feed you."

Cen Zhi shuddered, "I... "Eat …"

After gulping it down a few times, Cen Zhi couldn't take it anymore and ran down the stairs.

There really was no need for this kind of dark cuisine.

Cen Zhi was so sick of vomiting that she didn't want to go up and eat the cake anymore.

The butler's voice sounded from outside the door, "Miss, Master Si said that you haven't finished eating your cake."

Cen Zhi walked out of the bathroom with a light expression, as if she was about to die.

That was more or less the case. Who knows, she might be the first person to be poisoned to death by what he had made. That would be too tragic.

Cen Zhi felt that it wasn't wrong for Jian Qing to say that Si Jiu was abnormal. After he finished eating the cake, the progress bar returned to 80%.

By the time she finished, it was already very late, so Cen Zhi decided to stay.

The next morning, Cen Zhi woke up, but Si Jiu woke up earlier than her.

Because when she went downstairs, Si Jiu was already eating breakfast.

Chinese style breakfast, all kinds of dumplings and dumplings, you can see it is delicious.

Cen Zhi asked Si Jiu while eating, "Where is Master Si going today?"

Si Jiu said lightly: "I'm not going anywhere. It's a birthday banquet the day after tomorrow."

Cen Zhi was not surprised by the fact that Si Jiu's birthday had already passed and there was still a birthday feast going on.

For them, the function of a birthday banquet might not be to celebrate a birthday.

After eating a Soup Dumplings, Cen Zhi asked again, "If there's nothing else, can I look for Master Si?"

Si Jiu agreed.

After Cen Zhi finished her breakfast, Si Jiu glanced at her and said, "Come here."

Hearing this, Cen Zhi was in a daze.

Si Jiu took a piece of paper and wiped Cen Zhi's mouth, "I got someone to send something to you."

Cen Zhi hesitated for a moment. What could it be? She replied, "Oh, alright."

It was Si Jiu who told his driver to take her home.

On the way back, Cen Zhi wanted to know what the problem was. Even though she had solved the mental trauma, the Hand of God was still hard to deal with.

It was because she couldn't find a reason to stop Si Jiu from writing the program.

In fact, Jian Qing's matter, would probably make him even more determined to create the Hand of God.

When Cen Zhi returned home, she found that it was the same as before, there were quite a few reporters surrounding her.

But this time it wasn't just the reporters, but also Father and Cen Ya.

When they saw Cen Zhi, they all rushed forward. Cen Ya said pitifully, "Sister, how can you treat us like this? We are a family."

Cen Zhi reached out to push Cen Ya away. "I'm sorry, but I have no feelings for my sister who incited me to die."

The stepmother immediately said, "Zhi, how can you say that? We treated you well, and everyone took it to heart."

Indeed, the three of them were clever in that they had done an especially good job for outsiders. They had given everyone the illusion that they loved Cen Zhi as much as they could.

In fact, they were spoiling Cen Zhi.