Chapter 1950: Korean Film Emperor Is Jealous1

After finishing her call, Zhuang Xuejun took the eggs out of the pot. When she turned around with the plate, she saw Han Luoqi standing behind her with a green face.

That look seemed to be looking at his cheating wife.

Zhuang Xuejun felt inexplicably cold, "Look... at what?"

Han Luoqi was gloomy for two seconds, then smiled and walked over to take the plate from her hand.

"How did you make these?"

"I woke up and was a little hungry, so I got up to make breakfast."

"Why didn't you ask me to get up and do it?"

"No, you rarely have a vacation, so take a rest. It's not a heavy job, I can do it myself."

Han Luoqi felt a little guilty. He really shouldn't have slept so soundly.

"What else is there to do? Let me do it."

"It's all done. Have you washed your face?"

"Yeah." Han Luoqi responded while helping her sit down.

It was a warm and homely morning, but he was a little absent-minded.

He secretly swore in his heart that he would set an alarm clock in the future, whether he had work or not.

Han Luoqi was bored and kept looking at Zhuang Xuejun.

She was very quiet while eating, as gentle as usual, but she smiled a little more than usual.

It can be seen that she was in a good mood.

Han Luoqi took a big bite of toast. What was she thinking about that made her smile so gently? Was she thinking about the man she just talked on the phone?

She was pregnant with his child, but she was still flirting with other men. Do you have any self-awareness!

He was unhappy, so he ate very hard and made noises on purpose.

He made a loud noise on purpose, but Zhuang Xuejun still didn't notice his abnormality.

The great actor Han was so angry that he "accidentally" pushed the milk cup next to him to the ground with a clang.

The milk splashed all over the floor.

Such a big noise finally attracted the attention of a certain woman.

She raised her head and glanced at Han Luoqi indifferently, "I'll go clean up."

Han Luoqi, "..."

Seeing that Zhuang Xuejun had stood up, he also stood up quickly, "What are you doing? You didn't come to my house to be a nanny. It's not your turn to do these things. Hurry up and sit down."

Pressing her body to sit down, he resignedly took the tools and mopped the floor.

Then he sat down.

Zhuang Xuejun had been watching quietly until now, and only asked carefully, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, my hand just slipped." Han Luoqi waved his hand, looking indifferent.

Zhuang Xuejun pursed his lips and said nothing.

Han Luoqi finally couldn't hold it in anymore, put down the dishes in his hand, and asked, "Are you going out today?"

Fearing that she would say he was eavesdropping, he added, "I just overheard you going out."

"Yes, a friend is coming back today, I'm going to pick him up at the airport."

"Oh, really, what friend."

He deliberately pretended to be chatting, looking nonchalant.

"It's a senior from college."

"Why did the senior ask you to pick him up at the airport? Are you familiar with each other?"

"Yes, he was the one who took me to school when I was a freshman."

There is an unwritten rule in the National Art University. For those freshmen who have already debuted, they often need to film and are afraid that they will not be able to keep up with their studies, so they will arrange for a senior or a senior to take care of them and provide one-on-one tutoring.

Zhuang Xuejun was a child star and had signed a contract with an agency when she was young, so naturally someone would be arranged to take care of her.

"If I remember correctly, you graduated from the National Art University, right?" Han Luoqi asked.

"Yes, a student of the 25th grade of the National Art University."

Han Luoqi raised his eyes, "25th grade? What a coincidence, I am from the 24th grade of the National Art University."