Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

"Actually, your extreme behavior, in a way, is a disguised... low self-esteem!"

"Yes, you are very inferior, so you deliberately magnify your machismo, hegemony, and power politics to cover up your weaknesses and shortcomings. What are you worried about?! In fact, you have shortcomings, and you are not What a shameful thing, but it is very normal, after all: no one is perfect, everyone has shortcomings, this is in line with the laws of nature."

"Admiration Fan, you should generously admit that your cooking is terrible, and you are not as clumsy as me. Don't worry, I won't laugh at you..."

"..."

After listening to Mu Wanqing's chattering long speech, she admired Fan Junyi's extraordinary forehead, and her veins twitched.

The hands hanging on both sides of the body were tightly pulled into fists.

He turned around slowly, with a gloomy face, gritted his teeth in a stern voice, "Mu Wanqing, I see you... really want to die!!"

As for Mu Wanqing, when she heard his clenched fists making the bones of his fingers rattle, she was already so frightened that she let out a "hula" and hid behind the door.

Weakly poking out two big innocent eyes, she let out a cowardly Ula sound of a kitten or puppy: "Mu Fan, I'm just joking with you, can you stop being angry?!"

**

It was the first time Mu Wanqing saw Yang Mifan cooking.

From washing the vegetables, every move he made was skillful, elegant, noble, like a king, handsome and eye-catching, Mu Wanqing was beside him, watching him fascinated, fascinated.

She couldn't figure it out: she admired that a man who was so superior and could only play with power, people's hearts, and conspiracies could cook, and he was methodical and not inferior at all.

Of course, she also had to admit: Admiring Fan, he is really a man who is so handsome that both people and gods hate him, and is impeccably perfect.

Just when she was devastated, she admired Fan Youran's voice, the magnetic and pleasant voice, and said in a deep voice: "Does it look good?!"

"..." Mu Wanqing was startled.

Yang Mufan turned away from the sharp and three-dimensional face slightly, glanced at her lightly, then glanced at the frying pan in front of her, and said leisurely in a gentle voice: "Mu Wanqing, if you don't turn over the beef in your pan, I guess It's all turned into black charcoal."

"Huh?!" Obviously, Mu Wanqing didn't fully understand the true meaning of Admire Fan's words at first, and when she glanced at her pot, she screamed, "My steak, ah Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

**

dinner.

Under the dim light, Mu Wanqing's eyes flicked back and forth between the plates placed in front of her and Yang Mufan.

No comparison, she didn't feel it yet.

But with the comparison, she was horrified to realize that she was really... too inferior, too frustrated, too bad.

Admire the dishes made by Fan himself, no matter the color or the fancy arrangement, they are all exquisite and unique, as if they are from the hands of the world's top culinary masters.

And the dishes I cook...

Absolutely can't just use the word "tragic" to describe it, but very, very, very...very tragic, ugly...shocking. %>_<%

During the meal, Mu Wanqing bit her chopsticks and kept watching every move of the man sitting across from the corner of her eyes.

While he was not paying attention, when he secretly stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the dish in front of Xiang Mufan for the third time——

pat-

The chopsticks were knocked down by Yang Mifan again.