Wealthy and hot wife: stunning husband does not love enough

Chapter 910 Wasting Such Delicious Beef Noodles
She looked down and saw the chopsticks dyed with ink, and she couldn't help but ask suspiciously: "Why do you throw the chopsticks on the ground after eating well? Could it be that it's not handy? Come, I'll get you a new pair."

While talking, he took out a new pair from the chopsticks, and thoughtfully tore off the plastic bag on top, before handing it to him: "Here, eat quickly."

However, Moran didn't accept it.

Only then did Song Siqiao realize that his face seemed a little pale, and his spirit seemed to be out of order, so he reached out and patted him: "What's wrong with you?"

The moment her hand touched him, he jumped up: "No...it's nothing, I...suddenly remembered something urgent, let's go first, goodbye..."

After finishing speaking, he quickly disappeared from her sight almost as if he was running away.

Song Siqiao was full of suspicion, how could this person just leave?

Really, what a waste of such delicious beef noodles.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't order it for him.

However, given the promise just now, she had to think hard about how to contact Song Luo...

……

On the other side, there is a classical villa with a quiet environment somewhere in the imperial capital.

In the equally elegantly decorated kitchen, Song Luo was wearing house clothes, her long hair tied back casually, and a floral apron tied around her waist. She was seriously cutting a tomato.

Although the movements were a little clumsy, there was a faint smile on his lips.

As if not cooking, but enjoying the fun of life.

After finally cutting up a tomato, he turned around and took out two eggs from the refrigerator. He had just knocked them into a bowl when the door opened, and Ye Yiheng in a black suit walked into the room.

Song Luo immediately raised her feet and walked over, smiling all over her face: "Yiheng, are you back?"

Ye Yiheng raised his head and saw her outfit, and said in a reproachful tone: "Didn't you say you'll cook when I come back? Why did you start doing it yourself again?"

"Then I want to lighten your burden? You are tired enough from work all day, and you still have to cook for me when you come back." Song Luo said while putting her arms around his neck, "I have already cut the vegetables, How about we eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes today?"

Ye Yiheng bowed his head and kissed her: "You can eat whatever you say."

"Ah! I remembered I haven't peeled the onions yet, so let's go now!" Song Luo hurriedly let go of him and ran to the kitchen. At the same time, he still didn't forget to order, "I'll peel the onions, and you can just fry the vegetables."

Seeing that she was happy like a child, Ye Yiheng couldn't help but be full of love and affection: "Okay, I'll go upstairs and change, and I'll be here right away."

When it was getting dark, there was a strong aroma in the restaurant in Bieyuan.

On the table were scrambled eggs with tomatoes, sliced ​​shiitake mushrooms, stir-fried bamboo shoots, and a bowl of seaweed and shrimp skin soup. Although they were all ordinary home-cooked dishes, the two had the same satisfied smiles on their faces.

After eating, Song Luo took the initiative to get up to clean up the dishes, but was stopped by Ye Yiheng: "Don't move, I'll be fine."

Song Luo smiled and said, "No, I'll just wash it off."

"The dishwashing liquid hurts your hands." Ye Yiheng insisted not to let her wash it, so he packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen.

After he was done with work, Song Luo walked over and snuggled into his arms: "Yiheng, shall we go for a walk?"

"Okay." Ye Yiheng nodded in agreement, then took her hand and walked out.

Behind the Bieyuan is a secluded path, with golden daisies blooming on both sides. Although it is not as fragrant and beautiful as it looks in the daytime at night, there is a light fragrance of flowers lingering at the tip of the nose.

Song Luo looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky, and sighed: "If every night can be like this, how wonderful it would be."

(End of this chapter)