Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

"Yes." Si Chen saw that she was no longer obsessed, and her thin lips curled up, and said spoilingly, "It doesn't matter if you eat it, I will buy you lemonade for gastric lavage, and if you put on a mask at night, it shouldn’t be long. Acne."

  Lin Anxin rolled his eyes and despised him deeply, “I just don’t know who asked me to eat too spicy.”

   "I don't want you to eat too spicy." Si Chen's eyes are deep and bottomless, and he is full of helpless pets, "But if you like it, I still want you to be happy."

  It doesn’t matter whether he wants or not, but whether she is happy or not.

   "Drive well, don't let the waves!" Lin Anxin was suddenly sweetened by him, and suddenly became uncomfortable as if she had been stabbed. She closed her mouth and stopped looking at the scenery outside the window.

  W Guohua lantern is on, and the scenery on both sides gallops backward.

  Si Shen thoughtfully helped her open the window of the car so that she could blow into the night breeze.

The night wind smelled of earth, Lin Anxin lay on the car window, took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes comfortably and slowly, quietly feeling the refreshing sensation of the breeze on his face, even on his face. His wounds are not so uncomfortable anymore.

  She is married...

   And the man next to him, still married.

  When she lost her first child, she thought she would never have a relationship with this man again in her life. But this man still made her courage to choose to believe him again with the spirit of perseverance.

  Lin Anxin tilted her head and glanced at the driver.

  There was a burst of sour and sweet indescribable complex taste in my heart...

  She did not think so much, turned her head decisively again, and continued to enjoy the night view outside the window, while blowing the breeze, she took out her phone.

  She casually took a picture of the outside scenery and updated the INS.

  With her guidance, Si Shen smoothly drove the car outside the Mala Tang shop.

  The Mala Tang shop that Lin Anxin said was in an inconspicuous small alley as he had previously expected. This small alley is small, and there are many small shops selling late night snacks, and each one has a lot of people. The most popular and most popular is the Mala Tang mentioned by Lin Anxin.

  Lin Anxin saw Mala Tang Sa Yazi about to run in.

  Si Shenyan quickly grabbed her, took out a hat from the car and put it on her head, covering half of her face, before holding her hand and saying, "Let's go, go in."

  Lin Anxin felt the temperature from the palm of her hand, and the corners of her mouth raised, and followed him into the store in a good mood.

  "Two people? Find a seat by yourself, pick the dishes and bring them to the front desk, and report your table number." There are two waiters in the shop, so busy.

   "OK." Lin Anxin found an outside position in a light car and asked Si Shen to take up the position. She chose the dishes first.

  All kinds of dishes are placed on a shelf, arranged in four rows, dozens of styles. The dishes are rich and fresh.

Lin Anxin’s main choice of vegetables, plus the most famous tender beef here, was handed over to the boss, “Bring us two more hot and sour noodles, one with blood, and one without blood. Red with blood. Soup, clear soup without blood, no chili, no coriander, thank you."

   "Okay." The boss took her food and seat number, and put a mark on her food basket, "Sit down first, and we will send it back to you when it's done."

   "Well, boss, don’t add blood if you don’t need chili."

   "Don't worry, I know."