Mr.Yan chased his wife: marry one and get two free

Yan Si shook his head, "it's all right."

Wenran didn't ask any more. She got up and went into the kitchen.

Yan Sihan followed her and took the initiative to take things out of the hot.

Soon, three dishes and one soup were placed on the table.

Braised eel, shrimp tofu, stir fried rape, plus a white gourd ribs soup.

With a big pot of rice.

Color, smell and taste.

The whole room was filled with the smell of vegetables and rice.

Yan Sihan deliberately joked: "do you want to drink some red wine?"

Wen ran was surprised: "no need."

Yan Sihan smiled: "why, I'm afraid I'm drunk again?"

Wenran realized that the other party was entertaining her this time. She sat down and bowed her head and began to pick up rice.

Yan Sihan smiled and gave her a piece of shrimp.

Wenran: "thank you."

Yan Sihan said, "you did all this. To say thank you, I should thank you."

Wenran shook her head. "I didn't mean that. I received a video from he Zhu's haircut. Today, thank you for helping me."

Yan Sihan put down his chopsticks and looked down at her, "wenran, who am I?"

Wen ran was stunned.

Yan Sihan said, "I'm your husband."

Wen ran stared at him.

Suddenly, she smiled. Unconsciously, she blurted out, "is there a husband with a one-year deadline?"

Yan Sihan took his chopsticks and the whole restaurant suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Before Yan Sihan could speak, Wen ran said, "don't worry, I'll do well."

Yan Si smiled coldly, "very good? I'd like to ask, what are you going to do to do what you say? Like now, cook a meal for me? "

Wenran: "No."

She put down her chopsticks and lowered her eyes slightly. "Thank you for helping me with this meal."

There was a silence.

I don't know how long later, Yan Sihan suddenly smiled. He said, "wenran, you're right. I have only been married to you for one year. However, even in this year, I'm still your husband. The name of the young lady of the Yan family is used to be bullied by those no three no four things?"

Wen ran looked up at him.

She didn't expect Yan Sihan to say this.

Seeing that Wen ran didn't respond, Yan Sihan smiled, "forget it, have a meal."

Wen ran pursed his lips and swallowed the two words at the edge of his mouth.

It was not until the two had finished their meal that Wen stood up. "Go and be busy. I'll wash the dishes."

Yan Sihan pressed her hand and said in a cold voice, "sit there. Your hand is hurt. I'll come."

Wen ran said with a smile, "it's not so delicate. It's just a slight scald. It doesn't matter."

Yan Sihan: "my wife, Yan Sihan, is to be delicate."

Wenran's hand gave a meal and his whole body trembled.

Since when has she lived like a normal girl?

It should have started when his parents died and he was chased and killed by Wen Jianxiu.

She can't get sick, not even cry pain.

Even if you have a fever of 39 degrees, you should bite your teeth and finish your work.

Over the years, she almost forgot that she was once the girl who was held in the palm of her parents' hand. Even if she knocked down, her parents had to hold her in their arms and comfort her for a long time.

Yan Sihan quickly cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks and took them to the kitchen sink.

Wen ran listened to the sound of running water and walked slowly to Yan Sihan's side. His voice was a little hoarse, "Yan Sihan."

Yan Sihan's act of washing dishes was a meal. She called him Sihan in front of her mother and President Yan in front of outsiders.

It's the first time to call him by name and surname.

Wenran said, "you are right. No matter how long our marriage will last, you are my husband. I don't want to tell you about the Wen family. I'm just afraid you may not want to hear this."

Yan Sihan quickly washed the dishes and chopsticks, wiped his hands, looked at Wen ran, and said, "as long as you say, I will listen."

Wenran looked up at him. She nodded, "OK."

At this time, Yan Sihan's mobile phone rang.

He looked back, walked quickly to the table and picked up his cell phone.

It was a wechat photo sent to him by Meng Yingying.

He didn't want to open it, but when he saw the woman in the picture, he clicked it.

Inside, wenran was wearing a dress and hugged a man.

Yan Sihan narrowed his eyes, "he Chenxing."