Sir, Madam is in a gossip again

Ji Liangchuan looked at the computer screen and saw Nangong Yue's small actions.

Nangong Yue didn't dare to tease, but his hands didn't stop. While carefully looking at his side face, what a perfect man.

Unfortunately, he seems to have a problem in that regard.

As like as two peas, Ji Liangchuan finally dropped the computer. Nangong Yue was also honest. He looked at Ji Liangchuan with a clever look. His eyes were more tender. More smiles were made, and his hands were holding his arms, laughing at the thief, just like Nangong orange.

"Husband, it's not easy for you to take a day off. Shall we go out for a walk?

I'm suffocating. I still won't go around. Let's go back together. My parents are angry with me. Can you explain it for me? "

"Explain what?" Ji Liangchuan's words were cold, took out his own arm and opened the distance.

Nangong Yue's eyes are gray. Does he hate her so much?

"It's about... Photos. I also sent a message to Nangong Yue, but she ignored me. " Nangong Yue looked wronged.

Only Ji Liangchuan came forward to explain that she could have a peaceful life.

"Since it's not you, there's no need to explain. If this happens again, you can solve it yourself... "

Buzzing

When Hu qiner's phone came in, Ji Liangchuan looked at it and didn't answer it. His eyes looked at Nangong Yue, and her expression seemed a little nervous.

"What are you nervous about?" Ji Liangchuan asked carelessly.

"I didn't. Hu qiner is always haunting you.

You're married. Is she interesting? " Nangong orange pretends to be calm, although she has already prepared in her heart.

But he still can't do it in front of Ji Liangchuan. Won't he notice it?

Ji Liangchuan looked at Nangong Yue's calm face.

"Make your best steamed spareribs. I'm hungry!" Ji Liangchuan suddenly said something and looked at her reaction motionless.

Cough

What the hell is steamed ribs? Where can she?

That bitch is really mad at her. She never eats such awful things.

"OK." Nangong Yue vowed to let Wang ma do it later.

She doesn't want to cook. What the hell does he smoke?

"Housekeeper yuan, madam prepares lunch at noon today. You go to have a rest." Ji Liangchuan explained to housekeeper yuan.

"Yes, sir." Housekeeper yuan glanced at Nangong Yue sitting there, then looked at his husband and retired.

"But they..."

As you said last time, you don't like people around you. As soon as Ji Liangchuan's words came out, Nangong Yue's words were completely blocked.

Wang Ma didn't dare to disobey Ji Liangchuan's order and looked at Nangong Yue who asked her for help again. There was nothing she could do.

What does that mean, sir? It's just a steamed spareribs. She can handle it. It seems that Mr. still cares about his wife.

Sir has given his wife enough face. They will make up this time.

Nangong Yue went back to the kitchen step by step. Ji Liangchuan's eyes went back to work on the computer again.

The furniture in the kitchen was shining and could give her a shadow.

This was her first time in the kitchen, and she knew nothing about the arrangement of things in the kitchen.

What's worse, she couldn't distinguish the function of seasoning. There were unnamed props in the refrigerator, everything.

God, how?

Nangong Yue was at a loss, frowning and beating drums in her heart.

She really knows nothing about cooking.