Charming Wife: The Cold Young Man is Hard to Hold

Mu Haitang woke up not because he had slept enough, nor was he awakened by the salty sea breeze, but because he was choked by a thick smoke. Moreover, the smoke did not taste like the usual smell, but the mixed smell made Mu Haitang look strange.

He blinked his eyes and found that there was no such pain. There was a feeling of freshness all over his body. When he looked around, he saw the eye mask lost there yesterday. He immediately understood that the smile on his mouth was also very warm.

Trembling out of bed, I saw the source of the strange smoke coming out of the kitchen one by one.

Lan Lan inside is getting hot. She hears the footsteps outside and stretches out her head to have a look. At the moment, her beautiful and white cheeks are covered with black gray marks. The cough makes Mu Haitang think of the girl who burned fire in ancient times.

"Begonia! Wake up! I'll have breakfast soon! Just wait a minute!"

Then he hid in the black smoke again, which made Mu Haitang laugh. It's over! With this sentence, it's more like!

"Lan Lan! What do you have for breakfast? Smoked bacon? Hahaha!"

Lan Lan was angry when she heard Mu Haitang's merciless ridicule! A loud voice came from the black smoke.

"You laugh a fart! I worked hard to get you up to make breakfast. You don't appreciate it. Can you believe I'll plug you up to make smoked bacon now!"

After Lan Lan finished the mess in the kitchen, Mu Haitang had finished washing, and then watched Lan Lan bring out a large plate of toast with a bottle of jam.

"Don't tell me you fried the kitchen just to bake bread!"

Mu Haitang was surprised and jokingly twisted up a piece of bread. There was still some hot temperature on it. It should have just been baked.

"Little heartless."

Lan Lan took off her apron, sat on the table and began to spread jam on the bread. She looked a little leisurely. She didn't feel that she had caused the "disaster" just now.

"When I got up in the morning, I looked at some seafood in the fridge, so I was ready to get you your favorite seafood porridge, and then I had it all ready. When I had calculated the time, I put the casserole on it, and then came back to make up my sleep..."

Half said, she put the bread with jam in her hand in front of Mu Haitang's mouth. She was not polite, so she took the bread in her hand.

"I just want to make up for my sleep. Then, when I slept two minutes late, it burned to me. I thought it could be saved. Then it began to spontaneous combustion. I quickly turned off the natural gas and immediately poured a basin of water. Then it was like what you just saw."

Mu Haitang's smiling eyes narrowed into a seam, and the bread in his mouth was shaky because of her action, and then he spoke vaguely with the bread.

"You really worked hard to support me!"

Lan Lan also smiled helplessly, "yes, it's not because of you."

"Hello! Mu Haitang? It's me, Angie."

Mu Haitang is enjoying the sea breeze on the balcony. He is playing games with a bottle of yogurt in his mouth. Lan Lan is drawing madly because of the exhaustion of inspiration in the room.

The content of the painting was too profound for mu Haitang to understand, so she ran out to breathe and play games.

"It's me. What's the matter? Haven't you been beaten up by your old man?"

I don't know when the yogurt has been drunk and dropped on the ground. I have a habit in my mouth. I look a little ruffian.