9 billion flash marriage: luxury president busy every night

She took a light step and walked curiously behind him. And then she was stunned.

I saw a lot of meat in the pool

"Mr. Ji, are you wrapping all the meat in the market?" Song city really wants to make complaints about him.

Ji Zhengting suddenly regained his mind and glanced at her. Make complaints about it. Mr. Ji looks very ugly. However, with so much meat, I can't see it cooked!

So, let's do it.

He washed the meat directly, fished it out of the water and put it into the pot to get water. Looking at the oily hands, he wanted to compromise.

"Wow, so many dishes have been cooked?" In the twinkling of an eye, song Qingcheng saw a few dishes on the table. But Why are all vegetables?

Well, it can only prove that the chief executive is good at vegetables.

Try it!

Song Qingcheng impolitely grabs a piece to taste.

"No stealing!" Mr. Ji expressed dissatisfaction with her behavior.

Song Qingcheng sent a piece of broccoli to his mouth, so he had to put it back and muttered, "if you don't eat it, you don't eat it. What's the big deal. It's not going to be delicious. "

In other words, the taste is not so good.

"Come here!" President Ji really doesn't know how to make these meats. Just ask a little. It's not shameful to ask for advice. Who hasn't had a first time.

"What for?" Song Qingcheng guessed what he wanted.

Ji Zhengting's eyes were dark, as if he suddenly thought of something. Well, the little woman looks so good today, he hasn't boasted.

When song Qingcheng looked at him again, he found that his eyes were abnormal and his heart was tight. It's not that kind of look just now!

This guy doesn't know what bad things he's thinking, so it's better to leave.

Song Qingcheng turns around to escape, but he doesn't want to. As soon as he turns around, his wrist is locked, and then his eyes flash. She gasped, and when she came back to herself, she had been put on the refrigerator by the man.

"You What do you want? " Open your mouth. Tongue's a little knotted. Song Qingcheng defended him like a wolf.

"I'm so beautiful today. Don't you want me to be like this?" Ji Zhengting raised his lips badly.

"You talk nonsense! How can I dress up? " Song Qingcheng did not admit it. It's obvious that you have a good figure and look good in everything you wear.

"But you're wearing a skirt." His hand, down her back.

Song Qingcheng realized what he was going to do. Last time in the elevator, she was punished by him for wearing a skirt. He didn't want to do evil again, did he?

Song Qingcheng seized his hand, "you hurry to do your dishes, or you'll have supper."

Ji Zhengting pressed over and bit her ear. The tip of her soft tongue poked out and rolled her soft earlobe into the mouth. He bit it gently, and a dumb and sexy voice rang out, "I want to be you more now."

Song Qingcheng felt that her body was completely out of control and her breathing was slightly disordered. "Don't mess with me. The child is outside."

It's as soft as a pool of water. She was ashamed of herself and flushed.

The implication is that if children are not outside, they can mess around?

Ji Zhengting raised his lips and kissed her. I suddenly found that it was a very pleasant thing to tease this little woman.

……

Finally, when song Qingcheng escaped from the kitchen, he blushed and panted.

After such a long time, he became more dangerous than before.

But

If it's not dangerous, it's not normal.

Xiaobaozi watched TV for a while and began to feel hungry. However, the kitchen is still busy. Poor baozi, poor president.

The housekeeper turned around the kitchen door several times, but he didn't dare to go in. It's hard for mother and son. I'm afraid they are already dizzy with hunger, right?

Finally

After nine o'clock, the chief executive finally came out of the kitchen. From the dusty into the kitchen, to the greasy out, the president as experienced a war.

"Miss Song, young master, you can eat." After the housekeeper helped the chief executive to serve the dishes, he called song Qingcheng and xiaobaozi.

"Good." Song Qingcheng stands up with her children.

Xiaobaozi is really hungry. Fortunately, the housekeeper brought him some snacks to cushion his stomach, otherwise he would be really hungry.

"Wow, chicken leg!" Seeing the drumstick on the plate, Baozi's eyes were shining, and his chubby hand stretched out to grab a drumstick and gnawed it.

Song Qingcheng scratched the child's head, but found that there was something wrong with the expression on the child's face. She asked, "what's the matter?"

Xiaobaozi chewed the chicken leg in his mouth. The more he chewed, the more he felt that something was wrong. "Mommy, I think this chicken leg is wrong."

However, what's wrong? The steamed stuffed bun can't tell.

"Well?" Song Qingcheng also felt curious. Looking at the fried chicken leg, it should be very good. At least, it's much better than she thought.Of course, the taste is hard to say.

She took a mouthful of chicken drumsticks from xiaobaozi and gave them to her mouth to taste. And then What does it smell like?

What's the smell of pepper?

"Mr. Ji, what's your chicken leg made of?" Just as Ji Zhengting came over from the bathroom, song Qingcheng caught him and asked.

Ji Zhengting took a look at her, then at the steamed stuffed bun, and finally at the chicken leg on the table.

Think about what it's made of?

He can't remember.

"Drain the oil." Half a day, he gave two words.

This answer, song Qingcheng on the difference between vomiting blood.

Of course, she knew it was made with oil. Well, she didn't ask clearly, "except for oil, what ingredients did you put in?"

"Let go of all that should be." Where does he remember what he put? Anyway, all kinds of seasonings on the stove are put a little, and every dish is made in this way.

The answer is no one.

Song Qingcheng put the chicken legs on the table, and took a chicken wing from the plate to his son. "It's OK. Let's eat chicken wings instead."

He reluctantly accepted baozi. I took the chicken wings and took a bite.

"Poof - '

xiaobaozi spat out the chicken wings, put out his red tongue, and fanned his little hand around his mouth.

"What's the matter, baby?"

"Spicy Water Water... " Xiaobaozi is hot and drooling.

"Oh, water." Song Qingcheng saw that there was juice on the table, and there was no time to pour water, so he quickly poured a glass of juice for the child. Xiaobaozi grabbed it and Gulu Gulu took two mouthfuls.

"How's it going? Is it better? "

It seems that xiaobaozi is a little confused by spicy food, and hasn't responded for a long time.

Ji Zhengting's eyebrows beat. Why didn't he feel that he was inviting his wife and son to dinner, but that he was torturing his son?

He grabbed a chicken wing from the plate and chewed it. It should be delicious. How can it be