good night warlord

The man looked down and could only see her neck that was blushing and dyed pink.

The seductive smile on the lips:

"According to you, it's still early, eat first when you're hungry, and only when you're full will you have the strength to toss around."

Gu Qingyi really thought that she couldn't understand the meaning of this tossing, but she did.

In her previous life, he was so capable of tossing around, she remembered it all.

His face was burning red, and he was annoyed with embarrassment:

"Ignore you."

There were many servants in the house, so Gu Qingyi waited for a while before walking in.

During the war, Yan Jing came over, and Aunt Zhou smiled and ordered the servants to serve:
"Sir, some of the dishes today are made by the young lady herself. You should try them carefully, sir."

The dishes she made by herself?

During the war, Yan's eyes flickered.

She is a young lady who has never touched the spring water with her ten fingers. When will she know how to cook?

The man walked up to the girl and took her hand.

White and clean, with slender fingers, soft as if pinching cotton candy.

Seeing that he didn't look happy at all, Gu Qingyi was puzzled:

"What's wrong? I washed my hands..."

The man's eyes were cautious, looking at her fingers as if he was studying a work of art, his tone was low:
"You haven't cooked, let me see if you are injured."

Gu Qingyi retracted her hands with a guilty conscience, waved her hands and explained:

"No, no, I make soup, and I know myself.

The ingredients are cut and prepared by the master, and I just put them in, and then I adjust the taste.

What Aunt Zhou said was too exaggerated, so I just helped. "

She didn't want to ruin the entire battle garden, nor did she want to torture his stomach with a dark meal, so she chose to make soup.

Aunt Zhou was teaching the process one by one, and she obediently told me to add a little salt, never too much, and asked the master to take out the electronic scale, for fear that it would be too salty and taste bad.

It tastes surprisingly good.

Aunt Zhou said this, and said, "Sir, I promise you will like it."

She tasted it herself and found the taste to be mediocre, but for her first touch with cooking, she gave herself a passing grade.

Now, she wants to know whether Yan Xi likes it during the war.

She took a spoon and put a bowl in front of him: "Honey, try it."

During the war, Yan's throat had already been captured by the sweet taste, and he took a spoonful of soup and drank it, more like chewing honey:
"Sweet?"

"Sweet?" Gu Qingyi was puzzled, she had tasted it before, it was obviously salty.

How can it be sweet?

During the war, Yan's eyes seemed to be stained with honey: "Yes, sweet."

She didn't believe it, she took a spoon and took a spoonful from the soup bowl in his hand, and drank it:

"Well, it's so hot..."

"Be careful……"

During the war, Yan didn't expect her to be so impatient, so she just blew on a big spoon and tasted it.

"What are you in such a hurry for? It was just served."

He hurriedly brought the cold water at hand to cool her down, and the little girl burst into tears:
"Wuuuu, I clearly put salt, but you insisted it was sweet. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu...It hurts so much, my tongue is numb..."

During the war, Yan looked at her pained and tearful appearance, feeling distressed and helpless.

Why doesn't his little wife understand.

The soup she made with her own hands is sweet to him even if it is bitter or spicy.

"Okay, it's my husband's fault, my husband will brag to you."

The man coaxed, but was pushed away by the little girl:

"I burn my tongue, how do you blow your tongue, mouth to mouth?"

After she finished speaking angrily, she realized that Aunt Zhou and Uncle Fu both covered their mouths and laughed.

And this big bad guy.

The bad husband was looking at him narrowly, as if he was very interested in the mouth-to-mouth blowing that he just proposed.

Woohoo, she's embarrassing again.

"Aunt Zhou, Uncle Fu, can you go to eat too?"

She felt like she had no privacy.

It's all caused by bad husbands.

Her image of a gentle young mistress is about to be destroyed.

During the war, Yan found that she was bold in front of others, and dared to tease him in front of so many classmates on the Han University campus, but when she returned home and was in front of acquaintances, she couldn't let go.

Let Aunt Zhou and the others go down and don't have to wait here. The man looked at his little wife who was angry and ate and ignored his little wife. The small mouth that kept eating looked like a little rabbit holding a carrot and gnawing non-stop.

His eyes were also red, and his face was still angry.

The man finished a bowl of soup while admiring his little wife as if he were enjoying a gluttonous feast.

Another bowl was filled.

Finish your drink.

Another bowl was filled.

It was drunk quickly.

Still want to...

Gu Qingyi couldn't help it anymore, and raised her hand to stop him from scooping up the soup:

"Husband, why are you drinking so much soup at night? You haven't even eaten a bite of rice."

Hearing the girl's concern, the man's eyes were darkened, and the words overflowing from the bottom of his throat became more sexy and charming:
"This soup reduces fever and suppresses fire."

Antipyretic and pressurized?
Isn't it clearing heat and reducing fire?
Facing the man's eyes that seemed to be clustered with two groups of dark blue flames, the little girl trembled with her small hands, and hurriedly retracted.

What is he doing staring at her so hotly?

It made her heart beat so fast.

This is a restaurant, but his eyes gave her a sense of crisis that he was about to turn into a wolf.

Not daring to meet the man's obsessive gaze, Gu Qingyi hastily put down the spoon and got up:
"Drink slowly, I'm full."

After he finished speaking, he ran away.

Gu Qingyi didn't know if winter melon and duck soup could suppress the fire, but she knew that the fire in Yan's eyes tended to burn more and more during the war.

Thinking of the painkillers he stuffed in his Cayenne, he ran into the elevator to the underground garage.

A row of luxury cars filled the entire parking lot. Gu Qingyi asked the management to get the keys and found a black Cayenne.

The little body got into the car, and the little hands fumbled in the gaps of the leather seats.

Hey, where's my painkiller?

At that time, she remembered that after getting on the car, she stuffed it into the seam of the car seat.

Why can't I find it.

Gu Qingyi searched for a seat here, but there was none.

Where did the good bottle of medicine go?
Did it fall under the seat?

She had no choice but to lie on her stomach and reach out to look under the car seat.

What Yan saw when he walked over during the war was the scene that made his blood spurt like this.

His little wife was almost lying on her stomach in the car, looking for things with her hips up.

The short skirt couldn't cover the spring at all, and the man's blood surged when he saw it.

The car body shook suddenly, and as a black shadow stepped into the car, the door was closed.

The space suddenly darkened.

The sudden movement startled Gu Qingyi, and the screaming sound went dumb when she saw the familiar handsome face getting into the car.

Looking up at the man who got into the car, his big eyes were full of tension:
"Honey, why are you here? You...have you finished your soup?"

She didn't want him to know that she was looking for painkillers, so she felt a little guilty.

I forgot that I was still in a prone position, the small sling fell on my arm because of the movement of looking for something, and the snow-white shoulder and neck line went all the way down the collarbone, which was unobstructed.

The ups and downs of green curves fell in the man's eyes, and the flames became more intense.

Goblin.

"continue."