The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Yang Yunhai's voice was very low. Naturally, others didn't hear what he was saying clearly, only to see Gu Lingling's face redder.

But Shen Lingyu, sitting opposite her, judged what he had just said from Yang Yunhai's mouth.

It's false to say no shock in my heart.

I didn't expect that Yang Yunhai, who was as cold as ice sculpture, and Yang Yunhai, who wanted to be true, would say such words that made people blush.

But why is that person Gu Lingling.

Shen Lingyu's eyes almost stared Gu Lingling out of a hole.

"Good, eat more." Yang Yunfeng came up to Shen Lingyu with a smile and said, "what? Envy?"

Shen Lingyu shook her head.

Envy?

no

Envy is no longer an expression.

More hatred and a strong sense of shame.

If it weren't for Gu Lingling, it would be her sitting in that position today.

Instead of sitting here and watching them show their love in front of them now, "eat more, don't always pinch me."

Shen Lingyu gently smiles and gives Yang Yunfeng a chicken clip.

Sprinkle dog food?

They will, too.

"It's better for young people." Wang Shuyun smiled with emotion, "look how good it is."

"Well." Yang Aiguo added a chicken wing to her bowl and nodded seriously.

Wang Shuyun's blush.

She just sighed for a moment, but she didn't expect Yang Aiguo to cook for her, but if she did it again, it would be a little embarrassing, and the chicken wings were officially what she liked to eat.

Wang Shuyun also tangled for a second, and then ate the chicken wings safely.

Zhou Mei flashed by in surprise, then bowed her head and ate by herself.

"Haha, why is it so popular in our family today?" Yang Aihua also smiled and sandwiched a chopstick dish for Zhou Mei.

Of course, he didn't know if the dish was Zhou Mei's favorite. Anyway, the dish was right in front of her, so he casually clipped it to her with chopsticks.

"Lao Yang." Zhou Mei glanced at Yang Aihua with moist eyes. When she looked down and saw the dishes he had placed for her, those feelings dissipated, but she had to bite the scallion in the bowl.

"Then I, an old man, can learn from your young people." Mr. Yang also brought a chopstick dish to Ma Zhenxian.

"This... What's the matter?" Seeing Ma Zhenxian running into the room with her mouth covered, old man Yang was a little embarrassed.

"My mother is too excited." Zhou Mei explained with red eyes.

Others thought she was as excited as Ma Zhenxian. In fact, she was choked by the onion, and her eyes were red, and her tears couldn't help flowing down.

Then he drew a piece of paper and wiped his tears.

Gu Lingling, "..."

As for a meal so... Moved?

She's having trouble with chopsticks.

He glanced at the initiator next to him again. He was not affected at all. How to eat or how to eat.

"What else would you like to eat?" Seeing her looking over, Yang Yunhai asked.

Gu Lingling shook her head hurriedly.

If Yang Yunhai continues to feed like this, she will certainly become a pig.

"Pigs also like it." Yang Yunhai seemed to be able to read minds, squinting his eyes and whispering.

Shen Lingyu opposite, "..."

She can't eat any more. She's full of dog food.

When did Yang Yunhai become like this!

He likes pigs!

Why doesn't he go to heaven!

She's really pissed off.