Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Fu Mingzhu stared at him, "if you want to keep a sow so much, go find a sow."

He smiled and lay flat. He also took her to lie down and kissed her“ Sow where have you, have you can satisfy me. "

Fu Mingzhu didn't want to talk and closed her eyes.

The winter night in H city was very cold. She unconsciously leaned over and absorbed the warmth from him. Lan Yu didn't sleep at first, and then she was probably tired. She had a good sleep around her.

When I woke up, it was close to noon.

He looked at Fu Mingzhu, and Fu Mingzhu looked at him.

He said, "who gets up to cook?"

"Will you?" Fu Mingzhu asked expressionless.

Lan Yu smiled and showed his snow-white teeth: "I want to have fried rice at noon."

Then he complained, "you have very few ingredients here."

Fu Mingzhu looked at him. "If you dislike it, go back."

She remembered that he was tired of holding her, touching her with the tip of his straight nose and playing tricks: "after dinner, we went out and filled the refrigerator."

She looked at him: "you don't want to eat fried rice. How can I cook if you don't let go?"

"Stay with me a little longer." He turned into a little wolf dog and kissed her cheek along her chin, which was very boring.

Fu Mingzhu held back and didn't give him a response, so she looked at him coldly and said hi

Lan Yu soon lost her strength and loosened her, "cold!"

Fu Mingzhu went to the dressing room. When she came out, she changed into a black trousers with a white loose sweater on it. Her hair was tied up at will. Lan Yu sat on the bed smoking and didn't care about her flesh.

He took a cigarette, spit out a smoke ring in her direction and smiled: "maybe beauty is in the eyes of lovers. What do I think of you now?"

"Boring." Fu Mingzhu snorted coldly and went out to cook rice for him.

She cooked a pot of rice first. When cooking, she brushed her teeth and washed her face. After taking care products, the meal was ready.

Uncle LAN still smokes in bed. He can't die!

Fu Mingzhu put the rice out to cool, and brought out a ham, a canned corn and two eggs from the refrigerator.

The ham was diced, the eggs were beaten, and the corn was ready for fried rice. Lan Yu came stabbing in his pajamas with a cigarette in his hand.

Fu Mingzhu frowned: "no smoking at home."

He took a cigarette, deliberately took a sip, and then chuckled, "you don't understand. Men like a cigarette afterwards."

"Then your reflection arc is too long." Fu Mingzhu sneered, but soon she was hugged by him.

He looked down into her eyes. "I was considerate of you last night. You dare to laugh at me now."

Then he bowed his head and kissed her, deliberately letting her taste the tobacco breath in his mouth. Fu Mingzhu pushed him: "Lan Yu!"

He pressed her shoulder and kissed her for a long time. Then he released her, turned her around and hugged her gently from behind. "Make another three delicacies soup, or just eat fried rice."

"Do it yourself." She hummed, "you ask too much."

He smiled and felt sick in her delicate neck. "It's dry... It won't be delicious."

She was not sure if what he said was a pun. She just felt that there was no way to continue the conversation, so she washed a handful of green vegetables, soaked a little fungus, cut a small piece of bamboo shoots and made a soup first. White is white, green is green, very good

Lan Yu took it to the table, tasted it quietly, and then smiled: "it tastes very good, much like what my mother made for me at that time."