Beloved Wife on Top

On the day of the proposal in Hong Kong, the clear fundus of little women's eyes is pure and free of impurities.

Now Qin Mu is carrying too much in his heart.

It is still those eyes, but they are not clean at that time.

Qin Mu hesitated to take the rose from Yan Lishu's hand, and looked at him deeply with complicated eyes. "Time flies, it's wedding anniversary."

She couldn't remember that today was their wedding anniversary.

No matter it's painful or happy, as long as it's the days with him, she feels very fast every minute.

Yan Lishu grabs Qin Mu's small hand and kisses her fingertip on the lips. "Sweet, thank you for being willing to marry me, and thank you for being willing to have children for me."

Qin Mu's eyes became more and more hot and humid until she couldn't suppress her inner emotions and cried bitterly.

"What's the matter? Why are you crying?" Yan Lishu's voice is hoarse.

Qin Mu is crying more and more. It seems that he doesn't intend to stop. He is very flustered.

Qin Mu's eyes were wet. He cried and said, "Yan Lishu, can you stop being so kind to me?"

Just this morning, she had made a decision.

"Fool, I'm not good to you. Who else can I be good to?" Yan Lishu touched her hair, "OK, let's eat."

Qin Mu carefully placed the roses on the table. For the first time since he was so old, he received the roses from his beloved man.

How she wants to put it away and collect it all her life.

Unfortunately, I can't.

Qin Mu picked up the chopsticks. "I did it for the first time. Don't be disgusted."

"No, I like everything you do."

Yan Lishu smiled at her, and Qin Mu also bent his eyebrows.

Qin Mu knows herself very well. Despite her efforts, cooking is not good.

It can be seen from Yan Lishu's patient look that her cooking is terrible.

I also tasted it myself. It really doesn't taste good.

It's too salty. The meat is too old for her to chew.

But Yan Lishu had a big appetite. He wished he could finish all the dishes at this table.

Qin mupA put down his chopsticks, "enough, don't eat!"

"What's the matter?" Yan Lishu looks at her incomprehensibly.

"It's terrible. Don't eat it!"

"It's delicious. The dish you make is the best one I've ever eaten in my life. How can it taste bad?"

In order to prove that the dishes she cooked were delicious, Yan Lishu took another chopstick and stuffed it into his mouth.

Obviously it's hard to eat, but it's also to pretend to be delicious.

"That's enough. I said it's terrible. Don't eat it!"

"Sweet, you can't waste food. If you don't want to eat it, I'll finish it alone."

These dishes, how to say, are her first cooking. They have to be held.

Qin Mu couldn't see it. He clapped his chopsticks with one hand, and the vegetables fell off him with the chopsticks.

Yan Lishu took off his coat, which was a white shirt.

His clothes are very expensive. A casual shirt costs tens of thousands of yuan.

At this time, the shirt was stained with vegetables, the white shirt was stained with soy sauce, a large stain.

The air suddenly stagnated, and they looked at each other in a dead silence.

It was Qin Mu who finally said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Nothing."

"Go and have a bath first." She knew that he had always been a purist.

"Good!"