Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

  Si Shen narrowed his eyes, as if he heard her inner diss, his voice filled with hoarse water vapor and said, "I called you, you didn't hear it."

  Lin Anxin rubbed his painful nose, accepting his explanation, and said depressed, "Okay, I didn't pay attention. What's the matter?"

  Si Shen raised the mobile phone in his hand and showed her the text message, “The driver said that Lu Zhiang has been picked up by someone, so you can rest assured.”

  Lin Anxin took his mobile phone and looked down at the message sent by the driver, pursed her lips, and asked in a worried tone, "Do you know who took him away? Isn't it an enemy?"

  Shi's eyes flashed unpleasantly, and he grabbed the phone and said, "It's his father's, don't worry, those people will take care of him."

  After Lin Anxin realized that he was jealous, he was a bit funny, and at the same time, he was even more curious about Lu Zhiang’s life experience, "Si Chen, do you know what happened to Lu Zhiang’s life experience?"

  When Lu Zhiang was drunk, he once hugged her and talked to his mother. He always felt that there was some story in it.

   "Probably know a little bit." Si Chen glanced over her, knowing she was curious, stepped to the sofa and sat down, and suddenly said, "I'm hungry, is there anything to eat in the refrigerator?"

  Peat! Lin Anxin clenched her fists, Meimu's accusation, "You call it a robbery!"

"I just made a reasonable request. You can refuse my request." The man leaned on the sofa gracefully, his slender and upright posture relaxed, and even his eyebrows were stretched out. Son. It's just that the black belly that flows between the eyebrows makes people hate it, "Of course, I don't want to chat if I'm not full."

  What he meant was that if she didn't cook him food, he wouldn't tell her about Lu Zhiang.

   "You mean!"

   "I'm still shameless. As long as you can achieve the goal, you can say whatever you want. Anyway, history is written by the victor." Si Shen's eyebrows are crooked, that is called a romantic suave, lazy.

Lin Anxin gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and endured, "Wait!"

  Speaking, she opened the refrigerator angrily, took out a touch of ingredients and went into the kitchen...

  Half an hour later, the intoxicating fragrance of the meal wafted out.

  The person wearing the apron came out of the kitchen. Lin Anxin’s eyebrows had a scent of fireworks. She now looks like a little wife waiting for her husband to come home, without the distance of a star on TV.

She brought out three dishes and one soup from the kitchen, put another bowl of rice, set the tableware, and told the man on the sofa, "Master, it's dinner. Can you get up and move your noble buttocks to the dining table? "

  Si Shen's thin lips filled with a happy smile, and the **** thin lips touched, "It's done."

  Is he still addicted to playing? Lin Anxin rolled her eyes, knocked on the dining table, changed her babble, and returned to her original appearance as a female man, "You are panting when you say you are fat? Come over and eat quickly!"

  Sister, the oily fume that had been in the kitchen for so long just now, the mask she applied on was white again.

  Si Shen wants to eat more today, she has a blood loss!

  The noble man walked over quickly, sat on a chair, picked up the tableware, found that he was alone, raised his brows, and asked, "Don't you eat?"

  Lin Anxin pulled the chair away and sat across from him, propped his chin and said, "No, I only ate ramen at noon."