Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Dry spit, the clear mouth in the mouth surged like a fountain.

Open your mouth, do not do anything, the saliva will drip out from your mouth.

Clear, like the water...

Huang Ling held the washbasin, looked up and saw herself in the glasses.

The heart is full of suspicion, good end, how is this so nausea?

Last night, Liu Fengfeng and Cheng Xichen had to pull her to eat late at night. She liked to eat crayfish.

Cheng Xichen gave her a dish full of crayfish, very spicy, and the fragrant taste was very good.

Liu Fengfeng and Cheng Xichen were toasting and drinking, and a bottle of rice wine was eaten by them.

In order to celebrate Cheng Xichen's ability to mix in the M city, Huang Ling also meant to drink a small cup.

Looking back at what I ate last night, Huang Ling shook her head and smiled helplessly.

I used to eat and drink before, and I wouldn’t have a stomachache, and I wouldn’t vomit when I got up early.

I ate lobster last night, drank the wine, and spit it like this, it really is weak.

After packing, Huang Ling came out of the bedroom.

Liu Fengfeng is in a good mood, and she is also very beautifully dressed. The whole person has a new look.

She rubbed the coffee table in the living room and hummed the little song.

Hearing Huang Ling's footsteps, she looked up and smiled at Huang Ling: "Huang Ling, got up?"

Huang Ling looked at Liu Fengfeng strangely. "Mom, did you see the results of the lottery last night, and you won the first prize?"

"No, I don't like that, don't buy it or watch it." Liu Fengfeng wiped the table.

"You are in a good mood today." Huang Ling laughed.

"Xichen said that every day, when you are in a good mood, people will live longer. They also said that if you wake up in the morning, you must keep your mood happy, and it will be good luck."

"What is he saying?" Huang Ling asked.

"Of course, I really like that kid."

"What about others?" Huang Ling just asked, and heard the news coming out of the kitchen.

Liu Fengfeng glanced at the kitchen with a smile. "See you haven't got up so late, he is giving you something to eat."

Huang Ling is surprised: "He will cook?"

"There is a model. In the morning, he specially made breakfast for me. The sauce is more delicious than pasta. See you haven't got up yet, I have eaten your bowl."

"I went in and saw." Huang Ling turned and went into the kitchen.

In the kitchen.

Cheng Xichen, who has always been wearing beige casual clothes, is cooking the meat noodles for Huang Ling.

In addition to the sauce, there is also a fruit salad, and the fruit salad is ready and placed at the table.

Huang Ling walked in and looked at the fruit salad. "Is there a model, do it often?"

She looked up and asked Cheng Xichen, who was looking at the noodles.

Cheng Xichen's action is very familiar, not clumsy, giving the impression that he often cooks.

He does not wear an apron, but he has a handsome home.

Some men are so handsome in cooking, handsome to make women crazy.

"When I was a child, my dad was not a mayor, but a small official. His work was very busy. He was also very hard. In order to be promoted, he worked hard and worked hard for the people, for himself, and for the terrain. Manage the local economy..."

"..."

"Because of the busy work, he is rarely at home. My mother is a state cashier, working nine to six, sometimes working overtime on weekends, not having much time to take care of me, I have to take care of myself, cook this kind of thing, to me For the sake of it, it’s commonplace."

Cheng Xichen picked up the face and placed it on a beautiful dish, then poured the sauce and other ingredients.