Second Marriage: A wealthy abandoned husband

After Murong Qingcang hurriedly took a shower, he almost loudly instructed Xia Yiling to clean up the mess he left last night.

After Xia Yiling got tired of panting, she fried the poached eggs again, put some vegetables and fried the battered noodles.That certain wolf who had been sitting on a chair and waiting earlier, did not forget to criticize her cooking skills while eating.

Murong Qingcang first took Xia Yiling into the casual clothing store, and when the two came out, they were all in couple suits.The front of the white t-shirt is printed with fiery red i love you, and the rear is a cartoon gray wolf and red wolf.

Murong Qingcang proudly held Xia Yiling's little hand, although Xia Yiling rolled her eyes, she leaned against Murong Qingcang's side sympathetically.

At this time, the sunlight is just right, and it shines on the hair tips of the two through the gaps between layers of green onion trees, and the gradually elongated and merged figures on the ground are telling what is eternity.

The two came to the small market in the street, Xia Yiling bought a grass carp, but Murong Qingcang was nowhere to be found.

She looked around, but saw Murong Qingcang picking out... an apron in a small grocery store.He went through many tricks endlessly, and he seemed to be undecided which one he wanted.

Xia Yiling walked in, Murong Qingcang happily put the apron in his hand around her neck, and he wrapped it around the back to tie her a belt.

Xia Yiling wanted to say that there was only one day, and she didn't need an apron at all.

But she didn't say it, she teased, "How can a big man choose an apron?"

Murong Qingcang sized Xia Yiling back and forth, he nodded in satisfaction, "Think I have an apron habit."

He wouldn't tell her that he spied Gu Wanzhi outside her house that day cooking with an apron on.From then on, whenever he sees the kitchen or eats, he will imagine that if she is willing to cook for him with an apron... Only when a woman wears an apron can she feel at home.

"No, I don't like this color," Xia Yiling pointed to a plain apron and said, "I like this one, it's simple and elegant."

Murong Qingcang chose the one with small broken flowers and lace, he said dissatisfiedly, "No, I like this."

"Wear it on me, or on you? I want this." Xia Yiling insisted.

"Okay, boss, pack all these aprons for me, we will wear these hundred and ten aprons slowly when we go home."

"Mr. Murong..." Xia Yiling gritted her teeth with hatred, "Can you be more despicable?"

"As long as my wife needs it, my husband dare not refuse." Murong Qingcang went to pay with a smile.

There were some snacks in the small market, and Murong Qingcang bought a bunch of cotton candy similar to China for Xia Yiling.

Murong Qingcang took Xia Yiling's hand, Xia Yiling put the marshmallow by Murong Qingcang's mouth, "Try it."

This woman is challenging his authority, and it's not like she doesn't know that he never eats sweets.

Murong Qingcang shook off Xia Yiling's hand and walked forward alone.

Once his mother was sick and hospitalized, she cooked for him.She replaced the glutinous rice balls that were originally filled with shepherd's purse with white sugar dumplings, and she coaxed him to eat them, and he vomited for a long time.

From then on, in the days without her, whenever he thought of her, he would taste some desserts.

Even if he vomited, he would continue to eat it. He had to admit that this was the worst taste she had given him in eight years.

"Hey," Xia Yiling caught up with Murong Qingcang, "Mr. Murong, do you have to be so stingy? Are you kidding? If you don't eat, you don't eat."

Murong Qingcang stopped, and Xia Yiling quickly stopped too.

Murong Qingcang was full of passion, he turned around and approached Xia Yiling, he bent down to block her four inches of heaven.

Xia Yiling didn't have time to understand Murong Qingcang's sudden lingering gaze, Murong Qingcang had already kissed the corner of her mouth, and he stretched out his tongue to lick away the traces of cotton candy left in the corner of her mouth.

Xia Yiling stood still, and she could clearly see the green skin and white head in his shiny black hair from her angle.The tip of her nose swelled instantly, she raised her hand, she wanted to comb his hair and capture all his tender moments.

Suddenly there was a "click" sound around him, and it turned out that two French photographers were standing beside him.