Hidden marriage wife, too provocative!

Without going back to the bedroom, Lin qiner went downstairs and went straight to the kitchen. He took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, washed his hands and began to make a snack.

In half an hour.

The study door was knocked.

Lu Yin frowned slightly. Isn't it her again?

"Enter."

When the door opened, Lin qin'er stood at the door with his head on his head, "I'll come in."

Lu Yin's eyebrows picked. Even if he put down his pen, he rubbed his forehead with a headache, "didn't you go to rest and ignore my words?"

I didn't turn a deaf ear to it, but I didn't want to hear what he said.

Lin qin'er bit her lip with a guilty conscience, opened the door and came in with a tray.

For a time, the aroma of wine spread in the study.

In an instant, Lu Yin's hunger was awakened. He put down his hand, bent his fingers and tapped on the table twice. His thin lips held a faint radian, "just went to get this?"

"Yes." The tray was put down, a bowl of wine dumplings was brought to him, and a bowl was put in front of him. Lin qiner pulled a chair and sat down.

They sat face to face. She held her cheek in one hand. "It's so late that the servant has to rest. Anyway, I'm idle, so I made you a small round. Try it and see how it tastes. "

"Lin qiner." Tap your fingers on the table and your strength is a little heavy.

Every tap was like a tap on the tip of her heart.

Lin qin'er's eyes were wide open and she held her breath. She was all ears.

Lu Yin's eyes narrowed dangerously, his voice was low and dignified: "did you forget that you were ill?"

Even if she doesn't listen to what the doctor says.

Even what he said?

Lin qin'er covered his face with both hands. He had no face to listen. His voice came out from the palm of his hand, "Oh, eat quickly, don't talk about me."

"Lin qiner, your attitude is not correct."

"Can you criticize after eating?" Her fingers opened the gap. Through the gap, she glanced at him. "This is my intention. You can't live up to it."

With that, he opened his fingers wider and motioned him to eat quickly.

Lu Yin shook her head, quite helpless, extended her arm and took away her hand covering her face.

"Eat."

Lin qin'er asked bitterly, "are you not angry?"

"Is anger useful?"

Lin qin'er quickly changed the topic, "taste it, is it sweet enough?"

Lu Yin likes to eat wine stuffed dumplings. Lin qiner has learned it for a long time, so that one day, when he works late at night, he can send him a bowl of hot wine stuffed dumplings.

This little wish has finally come true.

Looking at him mouth by mouth, Lin qin'er was more satisfied than he ate.

Lu Yin raised his head, and Lin qin'er immediately asked, "how about it? Is it all right? "

Nodding gently, he said, "delicious."

"Then I'll do it for you tomorrow night?" Lin qiner asked happily.

"Tomorrow night?" Lu Yin's voice dropped abruptly, "do you still want to have tomorrow night?"

Lin qiner: "

So terrible.

"If you haven't gone to bed at nine tomorrow night, don't blame me for being rude."

"..." I'm afraid. I don't dare to provoke.

They had a snack together. It was getting late. Lu Yin also got up and went back to the bedroom to rest with her.

The next day, early in the morning.

Lin qiner woke up and found that Lu Yin had left again.

Chagrined and scratched her hair. She touched her mobile phone and planned to call him. What came into sight were two text messages.