Good Morning, Dear

Pictures like wings fly out one by one, and all are sent in less than five minutes.

Mo Li confirmed that there was no error: "OK, done!"

He packed up his things and went out. There was a pungent smell of vegetables in the kitchen. There were two dishes on the table, a plate of fried fish and a plate of steamed glutinous rice meatballs.

The fish pieces are well fried. They are not fried at all. They are square and beautiful. Garlic sprouts and red peppers are selected as ingredients. The red ones are so red and the green ones are so green. They are bright in color and have an appetite. Meatballs wrapped in glutinous rice, steamed crystal clear, floating with a faint fragrance.

It's good for his taste at this time!

Looking at the kitchen again, she is still busy inside. Her little figure cuts vegetables and washes her hands. She looks very much like the hostess in her apron. Mo Li's heart is soft. She quietly walks in and hugs her from behind: "it's really fragrant!"

The food is fragrant, and the people are more fragrant!

Cheng Qingyao was startled and raised the spatula to fight. Later, he put it down and said angrily, "don't attack me from behind. I want to hurry up. You'll eat this spatula."

"Eat and eat. It's not a big deal." Mo Li was very naughty, held her and put his chin on her shoulder. In the past, he was at home alone and did nothing. He was quiet and dead. Now, with her, I feel that the whole space is filled. For a moment, it's jingling here and there.

There's the sound of home!

The warmth of home!

The life he wants is this kind of life. It not only has flavor, but also has a warm mood!

Cheng Qingyao is busy cooking and ignores his hug. He just feels so heavy that he looks like a giant camel. When the oil pot was hot and she wanted to put the dishes into the pot, she bent down to take the dishes, but she couldn't bend down.

Then he found him pressing her on his back and shaking his shoulder: "let go, will you? I can't even take the food."

He didn't let go, but also grabbed her hand and helped her with the dishes: "I'll learn some cooking from you."

"Stand by and learn..."

"Standing by, I can't see."

"Then don't hold me..."

"I didn't break the rules through my clothes, and my hands didn't enter your clothes. Why didn't you let me hold it."

"..." Cheng Qingyao was speechless, turning the dishes, putting salt and soy sauce. Suddenly I heard him say, "I don't eat soy sauce."

Her hand was frozen in the air, slowly turned back and looked at him incredulously: "you said you were not picky about food."

He said seriously, "yes, I'm not picky about food. I choose seasoning."

"..." Cheng Qingyao wants to strike. He puts soy sauce in fried fish, meat balls and the pot of collapsed tofu. Why didn't you say it earlier? Also dare to say that he is not picky about food, not picky about food, not picky about food: "then you are hungry tonight!"

"I eat fish and tofu without soy sauce. You pick out those without soy sauce for me."

"Why don't you show me the thin fish? Why don't you show me the tender tofu? You're hungry tonight and watch me eat. If you're picky, don't say it directly."

"I eat fish and tofu. I'm really not picky about food."

"Hungry!"

"If you're hungry, I'll eat you."

"..." Cheng Qingyao is two big. He doesn't know how to deal with him. He can only turn to the refrigerator again. There are three eggs, a small piece of lean meat and a box of chicken wings.

Redo! Redo!

While doing it, he asked him, does this eat? Does that eat? Which one doesn't eat, say it together... Don't be complacent. Hold her and smile. This is the first time he has been involved by a woman, and she is also the first woman willing to take care of him

Hold her tight, her face lingers on her neck intentionally or unintentionally, the kitchen is warm and fragrant, and the mood is intoxicating!

The other side.

The mobile phone receiving the pictures has been ringing. The owner of the mobile phone is busy cooking and has no time to take care of the mobile phone. She shouted in the kitchen, "Lao Zhao, go and help me look at the mobile phone. I'm cooking and don't do it when I'm free."

"OK!" Lao Zhao answered and went to her cell phone in her bag.

Seeing the first picture, he didn't know what it meant, but there was a clear line on the picture: brothers and usury.

"Usury? Wife, do you want to borrow usury?"

"No, what do I do with usury?"

"Who sent you this..." the picture didn't say, and the second picture opened again, clearly reflecting a familiar face: "wife, come and have a look to see if this man is Cheng dongkun?"

"Is it Yao Yao's father?"

"Well, I saw him, but why is he like this?"

The woman didn't know what had happened. She turned off the fire and ran over. At a glance, it was really Cheng dongkun. He was sitting in a smoky room with a cigarette and his legs crossed, rubbing mahjong with a group of no three no four people.

Next, it's still this kind of picture, but not mahjong. Pai Gow!

In this picture, dozens of pictures are all gambling, then eating... Everyone around him, including fat people, beards, tattooed men, and women who smoke and wear heavy makeup, looks like they are not serious people

The picture in the back is even more timid. Cheng dongkun was caught usury, either lying on the ground eating his fist, or kneeling on the ground licking his leather shoes. There were several beaten black and blue faces, crooked facial features, and holding money in both hands to usury.

The last one, even worse, is at the door of kg group. Cheng Qingyao took a pile of money to Cheng dongkun!

"What's the matter? What's the matter? Isn't Yaoyao's father the section chief of the factory? How can he be a gambler? He also borrows usury to gamble. Does Binbin know this?"

"He must know that he has been to Yaoyao's house. Because he knows, he won't let us go to Yaoyao's house. He's afraid that we won't agree with him to marry Yaoyao when we see such a scene."

"Yao Yao is a good girl."

"Yao Yao is good, but we can't afford such parents. What's the usury thing and who dares to play it? No wonder he's a gift of 300000. It's estimated that he owes a lot of money and wants to fill the hole with this money."

"Don't make such a conclusion first. What if it's not? I'll call Binbin first and ask him to come back. Let's ask."

"OK, you fight, fight."

Yes, this is Zhao Bin's home. The man is Zhao Bin's father and the woman is Zhao Bin's mother.

The photos collected by Mo Li are not other photos, but Cheng dongkun's daily life. He sent the photos to Zhao Bin's mother to help Cheng Qingyao withdraw from his marriage. After he promised to help Cheng Qingyao withdraw from his marriage, he has been thinking about how to withdraw smoothly without affecting Cheng Qingyao's reputation. Finally, he thought about it and stared at Cheng dongkun.

People like Cheng dongkun won't be popular with anyone!

Seeing these photos, the Zhao family is bound to weigh their strength. Cheng dongkun's in laws are a bottomless pit. They can't play well. Let alone the Cheng family, the Zhao family will lose their wealth overnight.

The Zhao family is not the rich second generation. They all start from scratch and earn every penny.

Therefore, Mo Li was sure that they would be confused... Indeed, Zhao's father was gasping for breath, and Zhao's mother called in a panic