Longing for life: get married at the beginning

Bai Chen called back in confusion, and after a while, the phone was connected.

“Bai Chen?” Yang Mi’s crisp voice came.

“Well, what’s going on?” Bai Chen sat down on the sofa.

“Can’t I find you if I’m okay?” Yang Mi’s voice had a hint of dissatisfaction, and it seemed to be a woman who was coquettish with her husband.

“Yes, yes.” Bai Chen replied helplessly.

“Where are you now?” There was a sound of the door closing from Yang Mi’s side.

“I… At home. Bai Chen subconsciously looked at his room.

“Locate it to me, I have something to talk to you.” Yang Mi played her domineering female boss aura at this time.

Bai Chen’s premonition was right, and slowly said: “You are not afraid of being photographed by paparazzi?” ”

“The photo of you going out of my house in the morning has been on the hot search.” Yang Mi said as if giving up ‘treatment’ now

“Besides, we are now a legitimate ‘couple’, okay, isn’t it normal to photograph together?”

Bai Chen thought that this was indeed the case now, and then said, “I sent it to you.” ”

“Well, received, see you later.” Yang Mi said with a hint of a chuckle.

After Bai Chen and Yang Mi finished chatting, they couldn’t help but look at the ceiling, did they really want to become a little white face eating soft rice?

Forget it, why think so much.

Soldiers will block the water and cover the soil!

After thinking for a while, Bai Chen felt a little hungry, got up and walked to the kitchen, only hanging noodles.

Boiling noodles is the only cooking skill that Bai Chen can handle.

Noodles, with eggs, ham, plus a small spoonful of old godmother, absolutely nothing!

In about ten minutes, Bai Chen made a bowl of fragrant noodles.

As soon as Bai Chen sat down with his face, the doorbell rang.

Yang Mi is coming?

Bai Chen got up and walked to the door, and opened the door.

I saw Yang Mi standing outside the door crisply.

She wore a black long down jacket, a blue slim denim library, and black boots on her feet, looking full of the temperament of a mature royal sister.

“Come in.” Bai Chen gave Yang Mi a position and said.

Yang Mi glanced at him, and then walked into the house.

Yang Mi looked at the tidy room, and couldn’t help but show a hint of appreciation: “It’s very clean, didn’t you know that I was coming, so I cleaned it up on purpose?” ”

Bai Chen just sat down to eat noodles, and almost choked.

“Oh, I said it.” Yang Mi said as a sly smile flashed in her eyes, and she sat down opposite Bai Chen.

Bai Chen glanced at her and said calmly: “Whether you come or not, it’s all like this.” ”

Yang Mi couldn’t help but wrinkle her good-looking nose and whispered: “Straight man of steel…”

“Didn’t you have something to tell me?” Bai Chen said and took a bite of noodles.

“There is… Well? Do you make your own noodles? Yang Mi’s attention was immediately attracted by Bai Chen’s face.

Bai Chen saw that she sipped, and couldn’t help asking, “You didn’t eat?” ”

“No~” Yang Mi looked pitiful and whispered a word back.

“You want noodles?”

“Hmm.” Yang Mi smelled the noodle fragrance and nodded very crisply.

“I’ve eaten this bowl, I’ll cook you another bowl?”

“No, I’ll just eat a little.” Yang Mi said.

Bai Chen looked at her unbearable waist, and couldn’t help but think of what her mother said, she looked beautiful, but she lost some weight.

“You lose weight?” Bai Chen turned around and took a small bowl, and a pair of chopsticks returned.

“Hmm.” Yang Mi nodded.

Bai Chen wants to say: You don’t actually have to lose weight.

But I still held back and didn’t say, after all, people are just your nominal wife, which is fake.

Bai Chen handed her the chopsticks and said, “Grab as much as you want.” ”

“Thanks.” Yang Mi took the chopsticks, smiled, picked up a noodle stick, and tried it.

“Hmm~ it tastes good!”

Yang Mi nodded in satisfaction, and then filled half a bowl into her small bowl.

Bai Chen is a large bowl, and the point that Yang honey sandwiches is probably the size of his mouthful.

“I can’t see that your noodles are so delicious.” Yang Mi sighed and said smoothly: “Your wife will be blessed in the future.” ”

After Yang Mi finished speaking, she didn’t feel quite right, and subconsciously looked up at Bai Chen.

The two looked at each other, and for a moment, the atmosphere was a little subtle.

“Look what I’m doing… I’m not your real wife. ”