The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

Tian Junhao didn't let her go, and asked again: "What are you doing?"

"Hao, I'm hungry."

An Ying turned her head and didn't look at it, so as not to be seduced by him.

Behind him, light footsteps could be heard, and the kitchen knife in An Ying's hand was snatched by Tian Junhao and placed on the knife board.

"Let the servants do it." [

In a word, with a strong nasal voice, there seemed to be a hint of displeasure.

When he woke up, there was nothing around him, and he was startled. It turned out that the little greedy cat ran to the kitchen to steal food.

Tian Junhao embraced her from behind, and the remaining tension in his heart finally disappeared.

An Ying turned her face away, her moist and hot breath slightly blew the hair on her ears and temples, making her whole body numb.

Quickly said: "Don't, it's so late, I'll come by myself."

In order to break up the blurred feelings and lust created by Tian around her, An Ying hurriedly picked up the green onions and began to chop them.

Tian Junhao squinted his eyes, but he held her waist dishonestly, feeling the little thing in his arms constantly twisting her waist, wanting to resist but not daring to be careful, sultry in her Whispering in my ear: "I'm hungry too."

"what..."

The unexpected kiss landed on her side face, and An Ying's small heart instantly lifted up. He wouldn't want to eat herself right now.

After staying with Tian Junhao for a few days, she has gradually understood what it means for a man to say he is hungry.

"Ah what, give me one."

With a wicked smile on his lips, he turned and walked out.

In the quiet night, the sound of a lighter suddenly sounded, and Hao was in the living room not far away at this moment.

An Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief, her face blushed unconsciously, and she said with incomparable contempt in her heart: An Ying, An Ying, you are hopeless, you are full of lust and emotion.

After a while, two bowls of fried rice with pleasant aroma appeared in front of Tian Junhao.

In the silence, no one spoke, An Ying handed Tian Junhao a pair of chopsticks, and her expectant eyes fell on the scrambled eggs that looked delicious in front of him.

It felt like a little woman cooking for her boyfriend, the corners of Tian Junhao's mouth curled up unconsciously, incomparably enchanting and gorgeous.

An Ying looked at him expectantly: "Hao, try it quickly, is it good?"