Ke Yuan's happiness and anger are always unpredictable.

Ke Yuan looked at her dress and her short hair tied up. She looked more comfortable than her suit.

"Whatever. Don't burn it." Side head, Ke Yuan leisurely watching TV, completely do not want to pay attention to her appearance.

Sufu pursed her lips, turned and went to the kitchen to pick up the ingredients. During this time, she read a lot of books about cooking. It doesn't matter to make a few simple dishes.

Just don't know Why are all the things made by others colorful? She's all black.

Ke Yuan speechless picked up an egg and tomato are indistinguishable black thing, looked at it, full of disgust put down, "are you sure, this can eat?"

Sufu holding chopsticks, a face of plain looking at him, but silently swallowed saliva, "can, can ah."

"You don't have the common sense that eating burnt food is easy to cause cancer?" Ke Yuan put down his chopsticks and put his arms on the back of his chair. He didn't want to move any more.

Sufu pursed her lips, looking a little lost. "I did it according to the book. I don't know why I came out like this, or we'll order takeout?"

She thinks she can, but who knows she won't believe it when she starts.

Ke Yuan looked at her delicate and slightly aggrieved expression, and involuntarily associated with the information she had seen before.

He didn't expect Sufu to go through such a thing.

No wonder she is always cold and doesn't like to negotiate with others. Even the tone of her speech is the same.

Is habitual hiding oneself and habitual covering up one's emotions the sequela after trauma?

Ke Yuan shakes his lower lip, picks up his chopsticks, picks up the latest dish and puts it into his mouth. Although it's burnt, it has a strange taste and is salty to death, he really doesn't like to see the woman's sad face.

Sufu watched him eat one mouthful after another. His face didn't change at all. For a moment, she couldn't bear it. "Don't eat it. I've tasted it. It's not delicious."

And especially difficult to swallow, Ke Yuan put a chopstick of green pepper fried meat into her mouth, "it's not delicious to eat, who allows you to waste food?"

Sufu frowned and swallowed it. She took a breath of rice and retorted, "you waste more than me."

Ke Yuan cut and didn't speak.

Sufu took a few mouthfuls of what she could eat, looked at his calm side face and asked in a low voice, "when are you going to leave the wuguanghui?"

Recently, he didn't do anything. He didn't even hesitate. Although he was not short of money, he couldn't always stay at home.

Ke Yuan stopped and looked at her with a slightly raised eyebrow. There were several deep wrinkles on his forehead, but he was not old-fashioned. He added a little more evil to his evil and sexy face. "Do you want me to go? I thought you didn't like me fighting the old man. "

War?

Sufu frowned, lowered her head and pursed her lower lip habitually. "In fact, as long as you don't continue to act on the road, leave well, the president won't be hard for you."

Why do we have to look like we are both defeated?

And fight with the president, even if he is very sure, he may not win in the end.

After all, the president has been in this area for a long time. No matter what the forces or what, even the military can't do anything about it. How can Ke Yuan withdraw with all his strength.

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