famous marriage

Chapter 554 Don't You Feel Dirty?that's what i ate

Said it as if he was something dirty, as if he had lice.

Willam's complexion suddenly turned ugly.

He stared at her with gloomy eyes, and suddenly turned over and pressed her under him and said, "Yan Zijin, why didn't I realize that you are actually a very rebellious woman? What you said just now, is it true?" Are you saying I'm a dirty thing? Are you saying I have lice?!"

His action made her panic, and her heart beat violently.

She clenched her hands into fists and pressed them tightly against his chest.

At this moment, she was a little afraid to argue with him, for fear that if she continued to argue, she would anger him and turn him into a terrifying beast.

She suddenly grinned, looked at him softly, and said, "No Mr. Willam, you misunderstood me, I didn't mean that. I was just making a metaphor that we are so close Contact makes me a little uncomfortable."

As he spoke, he twisted his body again, and gently pushed him with his palm: "Mr. Willam, can you please get up first? I'm so hungry, I want to go to the kitchen to cook."

She is indeed hungry. It is already past eight o'clock in the evening, and the food she ate in the afternoon has already been digested...

Originally, he wanted to continue to embarrass her, but when he heard her say that he was hungry, he couldn't bear to continue embarrassing her.

He stared at her, then got up and sat on the edge of the bed.

He has a leisurely posture, but his expression is indifferent, "I just happen to be a little hungry too, if you make something to eat, make some for me too."

Yan Zijin looked at him in surprise, "Mr. Willam wants to eat too? Don't you have dinner too?"

As she spoke, she sat up, picked up a coat on the bed and put it on.

Willam's face darkened, "What? Do I have to have dinner? Do it quickly, don't dawdle!"

Yan Zijin got off the bed, and she stretched out her injured finger, "But Mr. Willam, my finger is injured. I'm afraid I can't cook too much. If Mr. William wants to eat, can you think of other ways?"

She actually didn't want to do anything for him.

Willam glanced at her still bandaged finger, his eyes moved slightly, and then said: "I don't ask you to do too many things, just do it briefly, it doesn't matter if you make noodles .”

"Mr. Willam..."

"Hurry up and do it! I believe that if you make a little noodles, your finger should be fine!"

He interrupted her and looked at her impatiently.

She had no choice but to slowly move her body and walk outside.

While William stared at her back, he stood up and followed her.

All the way to the kitchen, she took out vegetable leaves and eggs, and saw him leaning on the glazed table, she frowned slightly, "Mr. Willam, are you going to watch me do it here?"

Willam put his arms around his chest and said indifferently: "I'm not watching you do it, I'm waiting for you to finish things. Yan Zijin, please don't waste your saliva, please? Hurry up and work for me!"

He also dislikes her, dislikes her for talking too much...

Yan Zijin pursed her lips speechlessly, then walked to the natural gas stove and ignited the fire...

Willam just leaned against the glazed table, watching her movements with his eyes.

The atmosphere in the kitchen is warm and quiet, and time seems to be better.

After finishing things, Yan Zijin brought two bowls of noodles to the small table and put them down.

Tonight's noodles were a bit overcooked, so I filled a big bowl full for him, and she had a big bowl left for herself.

Willam managed to finish the bowl of noodles in the end, but Yan Zijin couldn't finish such a big bowl of noodles.

Looking at the remaining half of the noodles in her bowl, he frowned slightly, then took her bowl away and ate the noodles in her bowl.

Yan Zijin was a little startled, "Mr. Willam, are you still full?"

There are a lot of noodles in his bowl, isn't he full yet?
Willam swallowed what was in his mouth, and he raised his eyes and glanced at her, "I don't want to waste food. My mafia's food is also hard-won!"

Hearing this, Yan Zijin just wanted to curl her lips.

When he was defending Sophia, he still said that food can be wasted. In a blink of an eye, he saved it again?

This man has changed really fast.

only……

Looking at her bowl of noodles in front of him, she frowned slightly, always feeling a little awkward, "But Mr. William, don't you think it's dirty? That's something I've eaten before."

"dirty?"

He murmured the word in a low voice, and looked at her mockingly, "We have both done it before, so are you afraid of being dirty?"

Yan Zijin's brows suddenly frowned, and her lips were tightly pursed together.

He seems to have become more and more obscene recently, and it is always easy to say that kind of thing.

She glanced at him speechlessly, then stood up, and went to tidy up the things on the glazed table...

And after coming out of the kitchen, it was more than 20 minutes later.

Yan Zijin was afraid that he would have any more requests, so she raised her hand and yawned, pretending to be tired and saying: "Mr. Willam, I'm going to sleep first, good night."

As she said that, she hurriedly took a step, and trotted towards her room.

He looked at her back, raised his eyebrows lightly, she seemed to be very afraid of him suddenly, would he still eat her?
And Yan Zijin ran back into the room, she closed the door with her backhand, and hastily locked the door.

But after the lock was locked, she smiled helplessly again.

He has the key to this room, if he wants to come in, she locks it, it won't work at all...

Now, I just hope that he will stop disturbing her and let her sleep well.

And Yan Zijin climbed onto the bed and lay on the bed for less than 10 minutes.

She heard the sound of the key turning, and then there was a creaking sound from the door of her room.

Yan Zijin's heart trembled, she sat up quickly, and through the light from the corridor, she saw a tall and straight figure walking in, and she knew that this tall and straight figure belonged to Willam without thinking.

Yan Zijin suddenly grasped the quilt tightly with both hands, and looked at him warily, "Mr. Willam, what else do you need?"

William closed the door behind his back and turned on the lights in the room.

As he walked towards the bed, he looked at her and said, "Well, I have something to do."

Yan Zijin gritted her teeth tightly and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter?"

And Willam walked over to the bed and stopped.

While he was on the bed, he said lightly back to her: "Punch my back, my body is a little sore, give me a hit."

As he spoke, he lay down in front of her, motioning her to beat his back quickly.

(End of this chapter)