Fairy, the chasing husband crematorium

The bacon in Sichuan is smoked with cypress leaves and has a unique flavor. When the fat of bacon is mixed with white flour, it is really unique.

Duan Yu ate happily.

Su Ningshuang watched all this silently wearing a green gauze hat, and the steamed buns in her hands were kneaded into dough.

Tonight, she will feed Duan Lang well.

In the evening, Duan Yu ate Senior Sister Yuan's meat buns, and fell asleep again accompanied by the scent of Senior Sister Yuan.

That night, he returned to the small building and lived a sweet life with his new wife.

My wife is very good at cooking and has made a lot of bacon buns.

He ate a lot, and the last scene before waking up from the dream was Su Ningshuang bringing out a basket of buns again with a smile, and he quickly said that he didn't want to eat.

As a result, Su Ningshuang exhaled suddenly at this moment, blushing and said: "Duan Lang, you don't want to eat buns, you can eat other things."

As she spoke, she came closer, her shoulders covered in tulle were all white.

Duan Yu always felt that a car ran over his face, and then he woke up.

He sat on the bed, momentarily messed up.

I dreamed about my ex-wife again?

In the dream last night, apart from eating a lot of steamed stuffed buns, he even had signs of driving.

It was a lot like flirting between husband and wife. They had been husband and wife, but they had never been this close.

To be honest, Duan Yu thinks he has completely let go of his feelings for Su Ningshuang.

But he also knows that that past cannot be easily erased.

If you can't look directly at the past, it is contempt and child's play to yourself.

Occasionally he really thinks of Su Ningshuang.

He thought of that cold, occasionally cute girl in the compound of the deep house that he had poured his heart and soul into but failed to get in the end.

It was just a memory, a memory with a little regret.

If you ask him, do you regret the sacrifice of that relationship?

In the beginning, Duan Yu regretted a little, regretted not leaving the Su Mansion earlier, and getting rid of that fruitless relationship earlier, so that he could meet so many beautiful people sooner.

Mrs. Zhao, Uncle Xiao, Senior Sister Lu, Senior Sister Mu...

They are like ray of sunshine projecting in his cold heart, making him feel good.

But later, he didn't regret it much.

If there is no relationship with Su Ningshuang, he will not become a better self, love life and cherish the people around him more.

Even now, Duan Yu still admits that Miss Su is a girl who fits his aesthetics very well.

Very much in line.

Although it has been proved later that his aesthetic scope is relatively broad, and everything that looks beautiful is in line with aesthetics.

Duan Yu was afraid for a while, if he didn't wake up in time, then in the dream he might not be able to resist the temptation and start the car.

He actually still has such thoughts about Miss Su.

But he quickly figured it out, not many men can control their dreams.

Especially this kind of dream.

Because in the dream, he couldn't remember the divorce, Miss Su was still his wife, they were just doing what a husband and wife should do?

To have this kind of dream is obviously because the subconscious mind is sick, it is spring, and it wants to make up for the previous regrets.

Duan Yu couldn't help but said depressedly: "Subconsciousness, can you change the object to Uncle Xiao?"

Yes, in terms of attractiveness, although Miss Su still fits his aesthetics very well, she is still far behind Xiao Shishu and Mu Shijie.

Now he prefers the beautiful royal sister type, and the sweet senior sister, and the iceberg beauty needs to be in the back row.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Outside the house, Yuan Xiangzhi said with a hint of tea in the tea: "Junior Brother, I've steamed the meat buns for you. After eating, we're on our way."

Hearing the word "meat bun", Duan Yu's head grew dizzy for a moment.

He really didn't want to eat buns anymore, he always felt that he had eaten buns with his ex-wife last night.

Su Ningshuang sat on the bed tiredly, with a faint smile on her face.

In this way, Duan Lang won't want to eat your meat buns, will he?

That woman, what else do you have?

But at the same time, Su Ningshuang had a headache again.

She held her head, her fingers stuck in her hair, with a painful expression on her face.

It is very difficult to fall into a dream and bind some of Duan Yu's memories in the dream.

This should be the sequelae.

The pain was like countless needles stuck in her brain, and she was already sweating finely on her face.

But Su Ningshuang didn't regret it.

Because at least in the dream, in that small building, she made up for some regrets.

The things they should have done as a couple but didn't.

"Now, it can only be done in a dream." Su Ningshuang thought so sadly.

Over there, Duan Yu drank porridge and ate kimchi, and opposite him, Yuan Xiangzhi doubted life.

My bacon bun lasted only one day, no, only one meal?

Can this love of the new and dislike the old still evolve?

Chapter 92 The Attacking Ex-wife

It takes a total of two days to travel from Qingzhu Town to the outskirts of Chengdu where Xizi Peak is located.

At night, Duan Yu and the three stayed in the inn.

As usual, Senior Sister Yuan Xiangzhi cooks noodles for dinner, and Duan Yu has been obsessed with eating noodles recently.

The burnt noodles and dandan noodles cooked by Senior Sister Yuan are both delicious, whether they are dry or wet, they are all excellent.

Huang San sat there, rubbing his hands excitedly, looking forward to it.

When the noodles came out, there were only Duan Yu and Yuan Xiangzhi her own.

"Junior Sister Yuan, where's mine?" Huang San asked in surprise.

"Both the noodles and the kitchen are borrowed from the boss, so much at one time. Ah, did you say you wanted noodles?" Yuan Xiangzhi said seriously.

Huang San looked at the handsome men and women on the other side of the table, understood immediately, and said, "Junior Sister, it's okay, I like to drink wind."

......

At night, Duan Yu quickly fell asleep.

The inn on the slope leaves a silhouette under the moonlight.

Next door to him is senior sister Yuan Xiangzhi. Before going to bed, the senior sister smiled and asked him to rest.

Senior Sister Yuan Xiangzhi deserves to have the word "Xiang" in her name, the faint fragrance on her body can still be smelled even now.

It's as if the other person is sleeping next to you.

This is one of Yuan Xiangzhi's plans, not only to make Duan Yu addicted to eating her noodles, but also to make Duan Yu gradually get used to her fragrance.

This kind of incense comes from the Western Regions and has a little seductive effect on men.

Originally, with her beauty, it would be no problem not to use this thing, but Yuan Xiangzhi wanted to speed up the progress.

Mu Yao is very open-minded and doesn't hesitate about feelings, but compared to herself, the only thing she can do is that she doesn't go straight to the point or force others.

During these years as an informant, she has learned a lot of theoretical knowledge.

For example, Mu Yao would never do something like forcing her to sleep with Junior Brother Duan, but she would.

The man said "Don't." In fact, he wanted it very much in his heart. He said "Stop" on the surface, but he actually wanted you to gallop, don't stop.

Of course, this is all theoretical knowledge. What the gold medal informant Yuan Xiangzhi needs to do now is to apply his rich theoretical knowledge to Duan Yu.

The master who had painted countless cakes for her told her that this was finally her last task.

These years, if Mu Yao hadn't suppressed her, if she was lucky enough to become the senior sister of Xizifeng, her sense of belonging in Xizifeng might be stronger than that of Rose Palace.

Now Yuan Xiangzhi only needs to wait for an opportunity.

An opportunity to capture Duan Yu from body to heart.

The fragrance on her body is very light and does not attract much attention, but this secret aromatherapy will have a cumulative process.

Once a certain amount is reached, the man will have an irresistible urge to the owner of the aromatherapy.

Duan Yu is young and energetic, sooner or later he will not be able to bear it.

When the time comes, she will use some tricks to let this junior brother be responsible, and everything will happen naturally.

On the bed, Yuan Xiangzhi gently caressed her tall chest with her slender fingers, as if she had seen the end of Duan Yu...

In that faint fragrance, Duan Yu fell asleep.

He found himself in a small building.

Outside the small building is the scenery of lakes and mountains, which is very beautiful under the reflection of the setting sun.

He remembered that he was the owner of this small building, and lived a peaceful and gluey life with his young and beautiful wife.

Although this feels a bit strange, it is a "fact" that he needs to face.

In dreams, people's desires will always expand many times, and the emotions hidden in the heart when PING are always a bit unscrupulous in dreams.

It's okay to live a gluey life with the young and beautiful wife in the small building, and Duan Yu in the dream will naturally not refuse.

At this time, a woman in a blue skirt appeared in Duan Yu's sight.

The woman has a beautiful appearance, her hair is tied into a bun, and she has a calm smile on her face. It is Su Ningshuang, the wife who is very affectionate with her.

"Duan Lang, how about we eat noodles today?" Madam Su Ningshuang asked softly.

In the dream, Duan Yu maintained an instinctive love for eating noodles, and said: "Madam is so deeply in my heart that she actually knows that I love noodles very much recently."

There was a gloomy look in Su Ningshuang's eyes, and she showed a gentle and virtuous smile, and said, "Then husband, what kind of noodles do you want?"

"Ran noodles and Dan Dan noodles." Duan Yu blurted out.

Su Ningshuang said with a "gentle" smile, "Duan Lang, I'm not very good at making this kind of noodles, how about making Yangchun noodles for you?"

Duan Yu looked at his virtuous wife eagerly looking at him, but couldn't refuse for a while, and said, "Okay, the Yangchun noodles made by madam are excellent."

Afterwards, Su Ningshuang went to the kitchen to cook the noodles.

Looking from here, Duan Yu could see the slim figure of the other party.

For a while, he sat on the rattan chair and looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, feeling that this kind of life is really happy.

Da da da......

That was the sound of the blade hitting the chopping board.

In the kitchen, Su Ningshuang was cutting green onions.

She is proficient in knife skills, and the finely chopped green onions dance lightly on the chopping board.

A strand of hair fell on Su Ningshuang's cheek along the ear temples, curvy, with a special charm.

And Su Ningshuang, who was cutting green onions, still looked virtuous and gentle.

She looked into the distance with her eyes, the knife in her hand cut faster and faster, and she murmured: "I want to eat burning noodles and Dandan noodles, I want to eat burning noodles and Dandan noodles, I want to eat burning noodles and Dandan noodles made by that woman ..."

Duan Yu didn't know anything about it, smelling the fragrance from the kitchen, he looked forward to Madam's handicraft for a moment.

Although he felt a little strange, but here, he felt that his wife's craftsmanship was the best in the world.

He loves to eat things cooked by his wife.