Traps Of Love

In the living room with transparent French windows, Leng Zetian gently holds her on the sofa all the way.

"Aze -" Mi Xiaoya's face is hot, her lips still seem to have a man's warm breath, and her heart is as warm as the sunset.

"Well?" Leng Zetian picks his eyebrows.

"Actually, I can walk by myself." Mi Xiaoya whispered.

"No way." Leng Zetian domineering ring her waist, holding her sitting on the sofa, he will chin on her shoulder, her petite body all cage in his arms.

From his point of view in the past, the woman's white neck floating light pink, cheek is his favorite expression of shame, Leng Zetian's heart, a little swing, for a moment did not resist. Thin lips on her pearl like small earlobe, lightly bite.

"Well --" Mi Xiaoya's heart beat like thunder, and nearly jumped out of his arms like a frightened rabbit. This is the living room, with 360 degree transparent French windows and bright light. Their intimate actions can be seen at any time.

In particular, there is Chu Zixuan living upstairs now. If she is seen by Xuanxuan, she will die of shame -

her nervous and exciting emotions make her heart beat out of rhythm. However, the man's broad palm on her waist, instead of relaxing, tightens an inch and blocks all her escape ways.

"Don't move." Leng Zetian's voice is so low that he feels hopeless. He sleeps on her shoulder, his lips are close to her ears, and he sniffs the fragrance that belongs to her.

Home, the original is the taste of peace of mind.

"Well, I won't move." Mi Xiaoya's face was hot. She felt his hot, white and pretty face was a piece of crimson rouge. Her eyes fell on the magazine on the table. She quickly diverted someone's attention and asked, "aze, do you read the magazine? The front page headlines above are slandering you. Will it have a bad effect on you? "

"Oh." Leng Zetian's long eyebrows and eyelashes were closed together, and the golden light was shining on his handsome side face, with a kind of noble grace. He did not even frown, so he replied leisurely.

Oh?!

That's it!

Mi Xiaoya blinks. Her mind is full of all kinds of warnings from Chu Zixuan in the morning, including the fierce infighting of Leng's group and the absolute heavy blow that negative news may bring to Leng Zetian. But in the face of such a strong and calm Leng Zetian, MI Xiaoya finds that her worries all day seem to be superfluous.

"Aze, but it really doesn't matter that these people with bad intentions have ruined your reputation so much?" She was still worried.

Lengze antenna clear handsome face, deep eyes slowly open, doting staring at her, "stupid woman, that news, I let out."

Poof -

Mi Xiaoya is stunned. What's the situation?!

She asked doubtfully, "do you mean that this is not a trap set by others, but a plan directed and acted by yourself?"

Leng Zetian raised his eyebrows and replied, "I'm just pushing the boat with the current. Let her think she won a game for the time being. Otherwise, it's boring. "

He laughs indifferently. His tone is always rampant and overbearing. It seems that he is the king who really dominates everything. Those thrilling undercurrents in other people's eyes are surging. In front of him, with a flick of a finger, they will be gone.

"She? Do you already know who's trying to frame you? " Mi Xiaoya asked with concern.

Leng Zetian gave a sound and focused all her eyes on her. Her slender fingers brushed her soft ink hair. "Let me handle the things outside."

Mi Xiaoya's heart completely settled down. Her aze really has the capital of self-confidence. She decided that she would not worry about it any more. In the future, it would be good to have a baby.

"What would you like to eat tonight?" Leng Zetian raised her chin and meaningfully bent her lips. "Ben Shao cooks for you."

"Really? Can you cook? How come no one has ever heard of it? " Mi Xiaoya is excited and excited, and her eyes are full of expectation.

"Cooking, this kind of simple thing, does not need to prepare, what you want to eat, Ben will do it for you at least." Leng Zetian's eyes were lifted haughtily, and a kiss fell on the woman's forehead.

Mi Xiaoya is sweet, and feels that the coldness in front of her is more lovely than ever. Cooking is no better than financial and commercial warfare. With intelligence and skill, cooking is a technical skill. It takes long-term accumulation to make a good dish with complete color, flavor and taste.

And the heat, experience, all need countless times of failure to be able to accumulate, rarely a good genius.

However -

her heart beat fast with excitement. Apart from the meal her mother cooked, she had never eaten any special cooking for her.

"Aze, that's very kind of you." Mi Xiaoya said in a soft voice, holding him with her backhand. The tip of her nose was very attached and rubbed against his heart. She was so gentle that she was in a mess.

Leng Zetian's cold and proud face overflowed with a gentle smile. A warm current spread from his heart to his whole body. He reached out and rubbed the woman's ink hair in his arms. He picked his eyebrows and said, "stupid woman, the premise is that you should eat all I do."Mi Xiaoya nodded heavily, said with a smile, "then eat fried rice with eggs."

The simplest fried rice with eggs, you can eat it even if you can't help it.

"Good." Leng Zetian's response was to spoil him, and then he ordered, "you're sitting on the sofa. Don't move."

"Actually, I can help." Mi Xiaoya said positively.

"No way." Leng Zetian's hegemonic order as always, sharp eyes cold glanced at the woman, irrefutable.

Mi Xiaoya immediately sat back on the sofa and looked at him seriously.

Leng Zetian threw his tailored suit jacket on the hanger, lazily pulled off the tie around his neck, and then rolled the black shirt to his elbow, revealing the strong and full muscle lines of the arc, and walked slowly to the open kitchen.

"Fried rice with eggs?" Lengzetian looks at the fresh ingredients in the kitchen, slightly picks his eyebrows, and his deep eyes glance at Mi Xiaoya on the sofa.

"Yes! With eggs, shallots, soy sauce and rice fried, you can also add some ham Mi Xiaoya's gentle reminder.

Leng Zetian's eyebrows moved again. Instead of speaking, he gracefully went to the brown cabinet and opened a drawer.

The drawer is full of detailed recipes, including Chinese food, Western food and all kinds of dishes!

Mi Xiaoya was stunned, and suddenly felt that her just reminder was too superfluous!

Originally, there is such a big treasure house in the kitchen, no wonder Azer will so calmly put forward to cook.