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husband? Fu Yanlou raised his eyebrows slightly, rubbed the top of Wen Ying's hair with his hand, and then took her hand, "What are you so happy about?"

He noticed Wen Ying's dress, a white lace halterneck dress, with a cold and elegant look, and the charm in her bones conflicted with it. The smile on her face was soft and charming, "Ah, I showed it so obviously."

"A bit." Fu Yanlou smelled the fragrance of her hair, which filled his senses the moment she rushed over. He whispered, "Have you taken a shower?"

Wen Ying lowered her eyes shyly, "Yes."

She didn't like the smell of oil smoke, and she couldn't appear in front of Fu Yanlou like this.

The little princess in Hong Kong City must be beautiful at all times.

Fu Yanlou held up her silky black hair, and the bow tie design on the back fell into his eyes. The skin was eye-catchingly white. He lowered his head, sniffed the back of her neck, and sucked lightly on it. Kiss, "Yingying, it smells very good."

It was the rose fragrance that he knew and loved.

Not strong, but tempting enough.

Confuse him.

Wen Ying was a little itchy by him, and she shrank even more into his arms.

"Come with me." Wen Ying grabbed his hand with both hands and led him to the restaurant.

Wen Ying said to the servant on the side, "Lift the lid."

Lifting the lid on the dining table, the servant observed the words and smiled and said, "Sir, my wife has made these dishes herself. She has been making them for a long time."

The wife is so dedicated, so she must let the husband know.

But even if the servant didn't say it, Wen Ying would still tell Fu Yanlou.

She doesn't like to give silently. This kind of behavior is so stupid, right? She has to let Fu Yanlou know how much she loves him and cares about him.

This is the right way.

Wen Ying had an idea, "By the way, go to the wine cabinet and get a bottle of red wine."

"Yes, ma'am." The servant smiled and turned around.

Fu Yanlou's eyes turned from the dishes on the table to Wen Ying's face, and the emotions in his eyes were difficult to distinguish for a while, "Yingying, did you make all of this?"

"Yes!" Wen Ying asked Fu Yanlou to sit down, "I didn't pay for the chef for nothing. Although I'm not as good at cooking as you, I have tasted these dishes and they still taste good. You must order them later. Are you selling me some face?"

Wen Ying put her palms together and put them on her chin, smiling at him with a well-behaved and flattering look on her face.

Fu Yanlou laughed slowly, with a smile in his eyes. He took Wen Ying's hand and put it to his lips and kissed her, "How could I not give you your face, Madam?"

Such beautiful hands wash his hands and make soup, which makes people feel so affectionate.

The servant brought a bottle of red wine, opened it, poured it into the decanter and then left.

Wen Ying put the chopsticks into Fu Yanlou's hands, "Okay, try it quickly. Try every dish first. If you don't think it tastes good, don't eat it."

Fu Yanlou looked at her quietly and did not move for a while.

Wen Ying urged in a sweet voice, "Try it quickly."

Fu Yanlou's eyes were tender and affectionate, "Thank you for your hard work, my wife."

He used to be jealous that Young Master Huo could allow Yingying to learn cooking skills for him.

And now, what else is he jealous of?

Fu Yanlou tasted the first dish. When he looked up, he found Wen Ying looking at him eagerly, as if expecting his answer.

This look really made Fu Yanlou's heart soften, and he affirmed, "It tastes better than I imagined."

Wen Ying laughed happily, then held back and asked one more question, "Sincerely?" "Sincerely."

Wen Ying frowned and asked again, "Is it really because I am your wife that you say this to give me face?"

He said firmly, "No, I'm telling the truth."

Wen Ying smiled and stretched out her hand, "Then you go ahead and try something else."

Fu Yanlou didn't want her to bother, "Let's eat, Yingying, your cooking skills are not in vain."

Wen Ying insisted, "You should taste it first."

"...Okay." Fu Yanlou satisfied her curiosity and tasted all the dishes on the table. Only after he confirmed with Wen Ying that they were delicious, Wen Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief, "I will do more in the future." Practice my cooking skills."

In fact, she doesn't hate going into the kitchen that much.

Wen Ying poured red wine into his glass, and then picked up her own red wine glass. The tail of her reddish eyes naturally turned up, like a seductive knife, "Hubby, let's drink."

Romanee-Conti, Mr. Wen kept it in the wine cellar for a long time.

Wen Ying quietly brought it to him on the day he moved here.

The aroma of this wine is long-lasting, delicate and mellow, the texture is elegant and smooth, and the backnote is slightly salty.

Wen Ying raised her head to accept Fu Yanlou's kiss, and could even taste the aroma of wine in his mouth.

Wen Ying felt that she probably drank too much, otherwise why would she grab a man who was about to take a shower and ask for a kiss as soon as he returned to the room?

In the current posture, Wen Ying was sitting on the bed, while Fu Yanlou was standing beside the bed. The man's shadow shrouded her body. Wen Ying's face turned red in the shadow, and she didn't know why. She thought maybe she drank too much.

That wine is a bit strong.

Wen Ying's fingertips dug into the flesh of his waist, and the kiss gradually became intense and hot. Under this attack, Wen Ying lay back on the bed, looking at the man on her body with blurred eyes.

Their eyes met, as if there was an electric current flashing through them, colliding in the air and causing sparks.

Wen Ying couldn't help but put her hands around his neck. In this mutually obsessed atmosphere, Wen Ying suddenly asked between her breaths, "What now? Fu Yanlou, do you think I love you enough?"

All Fu Yanlou's movements stopped following these words, and his dark eyes stared at her, too deep to be understood.

Wen Ying's eyes opened wider.

"So..." Fu Yanlou's voice was soft and hoarse, and his fingers moved the messy hair on her face and neck. His emotions were unclear, "You went to cook today just to prove to me that you love me enough?"

Wen Ying looked at him directly, "Of course cooking just for you is not enough proof."

Fu Yanlou lay on her shoulder, obviously helpless, but his smile was very faint at this moment, "Yingying, I said before, I don't need you to prove anything to me, aren't you a little stupid girl? "

Wen Ying was not happy when he heard this. He pinched Fu Yanlou's arm with his hand, his expression clearly unhappy, "Am I stupid to cook for you?"

Fu Yanlou asked calmly, "Do you like cooking?"

Wen Ying didn't think much about it, "It's okay."

Fu Yanlou understood her, "That's why I don't like her."

Wen Ying was speechless for a moment, "Can you still understand my words like this?"

Such a posture could easily cause the scene to continue to be chaotic. Fu Yanlou helped Wen Ying up, watching her drooping her head sadly, lifting her chin with his fingertips, and gently pinched the soft flesh on her face, " There’s no need to force yourself to do things you don’t like to do, I know you have me in your heart, so Yingying, don’t do such stupid things again in the future.”

Wen Ying still didn't look at him, eyes lowered, "Oh."

Fu Yanlou then said, "You did this for me tonight. I am very happy and satisfied. Yingying, just looking at you every day makes me happy enough."