Traps Of Love

Leng Zetian's slender fingers took out a book from it, then turned to the Spanish Seafood Fried Rice column, glanced gracefully, and closed the drawer again.

"Xiaoya, do you like jazz or classic?" He is elegant and partial, and his handsome face is an undisguised pet.

Mi Xiaoya was stunned and blushed. "I usually listen to pop music. In fact, you can try the two you just mentioned -"

Leng Zetian's favorite lips, "then listen to piano music."

After that, he went to the surround sound and turned on the player.

The next moment, the gentle and elegant music rhythm is like spring water flowing in the room, which makes people feel happy and relaxed.

"Aze, why did you suddenly want to listen to music?" Mi Xiaoya raises her eyes curiously.

"Fetal education." Leng Zetian didn't lift his eyebrows, but the corner of his mouth has already lifted the arc of happiness. His second child, he wants to put the best love in the earliest time completely let the baby feel.

Mi Xiaoya's face suddenly turned red, and her heart palpitation was beyond description.

Such a Ze, such a doting and affectionate, she is so happy that she is at a loss -

when Mi Xiaoya looks at him again, Leng Zetian has already started cooking, washing and steaming the rice, and dropping a few olive oil on the crystal rice. In less than ten minutes, a light and pleasant fragrance of rice diffuses in the air.

Leng Zetian's elegant, unhurried stew chicken soup, time, weight of raw materials, all accurate to the minute. The chopping board is laid flat, the white onion and the red tomato are cut up neatly by him, and the color pepper dices jump between his long slender fingers, becoming the most beautiful silhouette.

The rhythmic rhythm of the sound of the knife, along with the notes of the piano music, the rice fragrance in the air is gradually strong, which is the most insipid, real, and let Mi Xiaoya miss the warmth of her home.

Unconsciously, MI Xiaoya's eyes are filled with a thin layer of water mist. Looking at Leng Zetian through the layers of fog color, he has a tall body and a serious handsome face against the light. He is sexy and charming.

At this time, lengzetian focuses on picking up the pink shrimp line on the back of the fresh shrimp, and carefully washes the green mussels.

The pan dripped 12 drops of golden olive oil accurately. The oil boiled and made a Zizi sound. He did not rush to put in the colorful raw materials. The sweet and sour appetizer of tomato mixed with the aroma of food materials. It was very attractive.

"How fragrant Mi Xiaoya can't help but wonder that she just wants to eat the simplest home style fried rice with eggs, but what she is looking forward to is the extremely rich and exotic fried rice with seafood!

As if it was delicious, her stomach growled and she couldn't help swallowing.

Leng Zetian eyebrows, face is calm and elegant, the line of sight inadvertently glanced at Mi Xiaoya's eye surprise, the corner of the mouth slightly raised a light radian.

With distinct knuckles and slender hands, and the addition of chorizo sausages, long stemmed rice and saffron, the white rice with distinct grains immediately turns into a more attractive Orange gold color.

Ten minutes later, the bright and fragrant fried rice was put on the white bone china plate and brought up.

Not only that, Leng Zetian, considering Mi Xiaoya's strong pregnancy reaction, specially made a glass of orange juice to relieve the greasy and appetizer.

"Aze, thank you --" Mi Xiaoya was so flattered that she couldn't describe her excitement in words. She was extremely happy when she looked at a meal that was so rich and exquisite that it was more colorful and fragrant than a high-class restaurant.

"Don't say these two words in the future." Leng Zetian's domineering hand held her back in her arms, then pressed her hot cheek, and said in a languid and magnetic voice, "this is Spanish Seafood Fried Rice. Its birthplace is Valencia, and its name is lapaella. Its single nutrition is more suitable for pregnant women than egg fried rice."

"Here, try it. Do you like it?" Leng Zetian picked up the spoon and fed her with it.

Mi Xiaoya nodded with a gentle smile and opened her mouth obediently. Just when she was about to touch the golden and attractive grains of rice, the spoon was moved away and replaced by lengzetian's hot lips.

Kiss, come off guard, and very sweet.

Her heart is completely encircled by him, is his cool breath, willingly occupied in the whirling, charming kiss, linger.

"Do you like it?" Leng Zetian was slightly drunk, and finally let her go. Her voice was low and bewitching.

Mi Xiaoya's face suddenly turned red to the root of her neck. She clearly knew that he was deliberately teasing her, but she couldn't get angry. She had to nod her head with a bitter smile, and answered with a voice that only belonged to two people, "I like it."

"In fact, even if you do not do well, I also like it." Mi Xiaoya hung her head and did not dare to look at his deep eyes. Her voice is more delicate and soft than piano music, and it falls on the top of his heart, causing tremors.

"Stupid woman, remember, I love you, always a little more than you love me." Leng Zetian raised her chin, let her eyes in the deep love of the whole tribe in the eyes, the corner of the mouth hook is overbearing happiness sweet.Her shy and confused eyes are more provocative than any other pictures. Leng Zetian's deep eyes are burning with fire. She just wants to eat her.

"The trough! How fragrant! Honey, what kind of dinner did you make? " Chu Zixuan smelled the fragrance and rushed out of the room in high spirits. She was so excited that she cried and rushed down the stairs.

"It's Xuanxuan." Mi Xiaoya's face was red, and she ran out of his arms in a hurry. She stood at the table like a little daughter-in-law.

Leng Zetian's arms suddenly emptied, his face turned black several times, and he called out in a cold voice, "Mi Xiaoya -"

Mi Xiaoya had a cold war, and only felt the cold air rushing from his back to his four limbs.

However, Chu Zixuan is here. She is too shy to be tired of being in Leng Zetian's arms She changed the subject in a hurry.

"Wow!!! It's paella! I haven't eaten for a long time Chu Zixuan couldn't help clapping and cheering. She didn't notice the subtle atmosphere between the two for a moment.

"Don't move." Leng Zetian domineering from the bone porcelain plate, "this meal, only for Xiaoya to eat."

Chu Zixuan frowned and asked, "what do I eat?"

Leng Zetian pointed to the drawer in the corner of the kitchen, "there's everything in it. What you want to eat, you can support yourself."

Poof -

Chu Zixuan was so angry that she almost blew up her hair. She walked along the drawer he pointed to. As soon as she opened it, she saw that there were all kinds of instant noodles in it.

"The trough! Don't take such a bully

"Xiaoya -"