Snatch marriage with love: I'm afraid of the dark husband

Ling Yan poured out the noodles in the pot, found an apron, put it on, washed the noodle pot, put water on the stove to cook, and then selected the ingredients, onion, garlic, pepper, tomatoes, vegetables, eggs, etc. while processing, he said to him:

"Vegetables need to be washed, especially vegetables with insects. If you don't pay attention to them when washing, you will be too sick to eat... After washing, you have to cut garlic and pepper. Why didn't you come with chili sauce? Forget it..."

Qi Yu stood aside and watched her skillfully make sauce with fresh ingredients. She found a frying pan, poured oil and heated it, put chopped tomatoes into it, fry it, put salt to melt the tomatoes, boil it slowly, and finally add some seasonings such as soy sauce and oil consumption.

At the same time, the water on another gas stove also boiled. While washing the frying pan, Ling Yan said to him who stood watching foolishly, "will it be next?"

"Yes!" Qi Yu nodded and obediently found noodles to put in.

"Stop!" Ling Yan quickly interrupted him, "put half, half is enough for us to eat, too much to eat."

"Listen to his wife." Qi Yu's mood index rose sharply. He took out half of the noodles and put them in the boiling water. The originally hard noodles fell into the hot water and immediately softened. He smiled foolishly and turned to her. "No wonder they didn't soften when I put the noodles in just now. They had to wait for the water to boil."

"Of course, there's no common sense." Ling Yan criticized him rudely. "It's enough to marry such a stupid husband. You'll starve to death sooner or later!"

Ling Yan forgot. When she woke up, she had slowly accepted the fact that they had obtained the certificate. Even if he was angry with her for some reason, she could be forgiven.

Qi Yu's mood index suddenly burst again. Looking at the noodles rolling with the boiling water in the pot, his previous anger dissipated. He was quite looking forward to the noodles tonight.

Ling Yan made the sauce, took the duck eggs he had boiled before, knocked open the eggshell, cut each egg in half, sliced the ham and put it away. After seeing that the noodles were almost cooked, he put the vegetables in the noodle pot, boiled them for a while, took them out, sprinkled tomato sauce, added eggs and ham, sprinkled green onions, and two bowls of Ling's tomato and egg noodles were ready.

"Really fragrant!" Qi Yu said and was about to come to the end bowl. Ling Yan beat his hand off anxiously, "put on your gloves and burn it carefully."

Qi Yu was stunned, "gloves!"

He doesn't know what kitchen gloves are.

Ling Yan shook his head reluctantly, went to the locker, found a set of thermal insulation gloves, put them on, and took out the noodles in two times.

Qi Yu smiled and followed him. When they came to the table, there was a gurgling sound in each other's stomachs.

"Starved to death, eat noodles!" Ling Yan picked up his chopsticks and was so hungry that he was not polite to him.

"It's delicious!" Qi Yu imitated her appearance, mixed the noodles and sauce, added a mouthful and sent it to the mouth. In an instant, the familiar taste five years ago hit his heart. He smiled and was very excited!

This feeling, he searched for five years!

"Of course it's delicious!" Ling Yan was not polite at all. He was not afraid that his self-esteem would be frustrated. He criticized while eating. "It's not like you to throw the whole tomato, the whole egg and the whole ham into a pot. It's not boiled noodles. It's boiled pig food. The vegetables don't wash. It's too little meat. You have to eat some insects!"

"Yes, I remember my wife's words!" Qi Yu ate happily. It was like he had never eaten such delicious food in his life.

Ling Yan looked at him, thought of his inexplicable anger just now, and thought of his poor son tortured by slight pain, smiled and continued to eat noodles.

After eating noodles, he stood up and rushed to wash the dishes. When Ling Yan was full, he was lazy. He simply pushed the noodle bowl in front of him, sat in a chair and watched him clumsily turn on the faucet of the sink to wash the dishes.

"Bang bang, Bang Bang..."

The result of letting Qi Shao wash the dishes was that two noodle bowls and two spoons were finally killed in battle.

Ling Yan reached out his hand to help his forehead, got up and went to the kitchen, found a broom and dustpan, and called him who wanted to bend down to pick up the fragments: "let me, you are careless, what if you cut your hand! Get out of the way!"

Listening to her caring words, Qi Yu took back his hand, stood on the side regularly, watched her skillfully sweep the broken porcelain into the dustpan with a broom and pour it into the dustbin.

After cleaning the kitchen, Ling Yan went to the sink to wash his hands. While washing, he said to him, "I see there are many rooms here. I sleep..."

"You sleep in the master bedroom with me." Qi Yu couldn't help interrupting her. What did the girl pay attention to? He was very clear last night.

In order not to sleep in the same bed with him, she would even sleep in a basket. There are so many rooms here tonight, and she won't sleep in the same room with him.

But how could he allow her to do so.

When a wife marries home, she wants to sleep in one bed and separate rooms. That's what couples with broken feelings do.

"Qi Yu." Ling Yan turned off the tap, smoked a towel to wipe his hands, turned and looked at her, "I didn't think I would marry you, so I don't know how to live with you. One.night.stand is different from long-term sex. I was drunk that night and purposeful, so I would sleep with you. However, I can't sleep in the same bed with someone I don't know!"

"When I saw you walking by my car in your wedding dress that night, I knew very well in my heart that I wanted to marry you. Do you think I was just one.night.stand with you? I never thought so." Qi Yu stared at her with an extremely focused expression, "Ling Yan, I'm serious about our marriage."

Ling Yan looked at him for a moment and finally lost.

Because his eyes were too deep and vivid. When he looked at her, there was some regret, pity and self blame. Ling Yan was afraid that if he continued to look at him like this, he would be deeply trapped.

"I promise not to touch you. If you don't agree, I won't mess around, but if I want to sleep in another room, it's impossible!" Qi Yu knew her worry and finally felt a step back.

After all, there is no evidence to prove that she is Wei'er. She is just too similar, and he just thinks he is Wei'er, but there is no evidence to prove it.

He knew little about Wei'er. He didn't know who her parents were, where her native place was, or what her blood type was.

Weier's DNA was not archived. Her only mother who could be found in that year also disappeared when she was looking for her missing abroad!

There is no objective evidence to prove that Ling Yan is his micro son, and he dare not act rashly.

Therefore, Qi Yu told himself that even if it was his own indulgence that night, he would never touch her again before he determined that she was Wei'er.

Forcing her to sleep in the same bed with herself is just to get to know her better.

He explained this to himself. Then he crossed her, went out first, went upstairs and went straight to the master bedroom.