My sweet wife is so cute!

Chapter 395
Leng Yejue was happy.

Mu Yan's face darkened.

As if nothing happened, several people sat down politely and began to eat in a friendly manner.

Leng Yejue held the chopsticks gracefully in his hands, and from time to time he picked up a chopstick dish for Mo Sangsang.

"Eat some of this, it's good for your health."

"This tastes good, eat more."

"You are too thin, you should make up."

Mo Sangsang has also been adding food to Leng Yejue.

"I burned this one, you should like it."

"You said it was delicious last time, so I burned it again."

"Hey, why have you been eating meat?"

"This won't work! You should eat more vegetarian food. Eat this. I prepared it for you."

Mu Yan felt that it was not a very correct decision for him to stay.

Just hearing the sentence "I cooked it myself", he didn't think anything new, and stretched his chopsticks into the plate.

--Snapped!

Before the chopsticks touched the plate, they were slapped off.

Mu Yan looked at the culprit coldly.

Leng Yejue was not at all embarrassed.

"My wife made this specially for me."

The two words "my wife" and "specialized" were pronounced by Leng Yejue with a special emphasis.

Mu Yan frowned.

A gloom seemed to be stuck in his heart, making him on the verge of rage.

But if he gets angry at this moment, he really loses.

Mu Yan suppressed his displeasure, and extended his chopsticks to another plate.

Picking up a chopstick inside of peony and feeding it into his mouth, his brows were wrinkled as if he could crush a fly to death.

He couldn't help but said, "Who cooked this dish? Why is there such a strange taste?"

In an instant, a covetous and unfriendly gaze looked at him.

Mu Yan's heart skipped a beat.

That gaze belonged to Mosangsang.

Glancing to the side from the corner of the eye, he saw Leng Yejue's gloating smile.

It is self-evident whose hand this dish came from.

But Mu Zichen wanted to remind him, but it was too late.

Mu Yan, "..."

He just wanted to vent.

I really didn't expect that this dish was also made of Mosangsang.

If he knew, he would be like that soup, and he would swallow it even if he was disgusted, without saying a word.

However, there is no if in the world...

This incident was also calculated by that hateful man...

Thinking about it, a dangerous light flashed across Mu Yan's eyes.

Facing the half-smile expression of the man opposite him, the light in his eyes became colder.

A meal is spent in the completely different psychology of the two men.

Mo Sangsang and the three little ones had already made lunch, so the work of washing the dishes fell to the two big men.

Leng Yejue washed his and Mo Sangsang's dishes casually, washed his hands, walked out of the kitchen, and left all the mess behind him to Mu Yan.

Mu Yan, "!!!"

Leng Yejue lazily leaned against the wall, "Where do you want to go on the weekend?"

Mo Sangsang was sitting on the sofa playing with her mobile phone, when she heard that she raised her head, "Let's go for a picnic, I want to eat grilled fish."

"Yeah! Grilled fish!" Mengmeng cheered when she heard the words grilled fish and picnic.

"Where to bake?"

"You decide."

Leng Yejue was obviously pleased by Mo Sangsang's words.

The curvature of the corners of his mouth gradually became obvious. He walked forward, sat next to Mosangsang, and threw the mobile phone in her hand, "Okay, I'll get someone to prepare something, I know there is a place that is suitable for a picnic , then go there."

(End of this chapter)