Hidden ex-wife is super difficult to coax

Li Wennan was dumbfounded.

It's so exciting at first.

Yi Tong bumped into Li Wennan who was stunned, "Why are you standing there, go and fight!"

The fat woman wanted to repent when she saw the man coming to beat her, "If you want to pay it back, I don't agree with it! Comrade policeman, I don't agree!"

"I can't beat it." Sheng Rou raised the injured hand, the blood on the back of the hand had dried up, "You did it too, I don't have the strength to beat it, so it shouldn't be a problem for my friend to do it for me, right?"

Comrades in the police looked at the wall, the ground, and the table, but they didn’t look at the person, pretending they didn’t hear it, and acquiesced.

Seeing this, Yi Tong pushed Li Wennan, and Li Wennan rushed in front of the fat woman.

"Snapped--"

The man's hands are much stronger than the women's. With this sound, half the people in the police station looked over.

The fat woman was dizzy from being pumped, and the flesh on her face was shaking from the pain.

Sheng Rou signed the mediation agreement with a pen, handed it back to the policeman and said thank you, and the three walked out side by side.

"Without the slap in the back, I really can't let go of my anger!"

Yi Tong felt refreshed and bumped into Li Wennan, "Honey, I didn't realize that you are quite strong."

Li Wennan was embarrassed by the compliment and scratched his head, "I am strong everywhere."

Hearing this, Yi Tong blushed and hit him, "It's really annoying, driving again..."

Sheng Rou next to him: "..."

She just needs to stand here.

……

Li Wennan drove Sheng Rou back to Xilong Bay.

After taking a shower, Sheng Rou took out an ice pack from the refrigerator and applied it to her face. She waited for the redness and swelling on her face to subside before starting to treat the wound on her hand.

Just after opening the medicine box, Lu Yichen came back.

"What are you looking for?"

Seeing her buried in the medicine box, he asked.

"Iodophor, I saw it last time, why can't I find it..."

Lu Yichen walked over, "Iodophor is in the left corner of the second floor...what's wrong with your hand?"

Sheng Rou's skin was extremely white, with faint blue veins looming on the back of his hand, and a red bloodstain of five or six centimeters crawled ferociously on it.

Very dazzling.

"What happened?" Lu Yichen frowned, pulled her hand over and controlled his strength.

Sheng Rou was a little dazed by his sudden reaction, "It's just... accidentally scratched, it's okay."

She didn't want to tell Lu Yichen what happened today, anyway, she was beaten and fined, so there's no need to say it.

"How old is this person, can this also be scratched?"

Lu Yichen frowned, his tone sounded like a worried old father.

He squatted down, took out iodophor from the medicine box and opened it with one hand, while the other hand held Sheng Rou's wrist and kept it on.

His fingers are very long, and there are many more to hold Shengrou's slender wrist in a circle.

He raised his hand and poured iodophor, the cold liquid slid over the back of his hand, in stark contrast to the scorching heat on his wrist, a numbness came from his hand.

Sheng Rou lowered her eyes, staring at Lu Yichen's slightly sunken eyebrows, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, and she couldn't see the expression in her eyes clearly.

This man is really nice when he is good, and he is really annoying when he hates it.

After treating the wound, Lu Yichen still maintained a half-squatting posture, raised his eyes, and met Shengrou's gaze.

"..."

"So pretty?" Lu Yichen raised his eyebrows.

Sheng Rou withdrew her hand silently, "It's normal."

"Little heartless thing," Lu Yichen closed the medicine box and got up, "help you treat the wound, and you can't even praise others."

It's not that he can't, but someone can't help boasting, just say a word, his tail will go up to the sky.

Sheng Rou stood up and walked to the kitchen, Lu Yichen's deep voice sounded, "What are you going to do?"

"make dinner."

"stop!"

With a low reprimand, Sheng Rou stopped and looked back at him inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

"You don't want your hand anymore?" Lu Yichen walked up to her in two steps, and looked down at her, "What do you do with an injured hand?"

I really don't feel sorry for myself!

Sheng Rou raised her hand, the wound was well treated, and a neat row of band-aids were pasted on it.

"It's okay, this is the left hand, I will pay attention..."

She raised her eyes and met Lu Yichen's gloomy eyes, "Sheng Rou, you seem capable, don't you? You can still be a full banquet with injuries."

Sheng Rou is speechless, this kind of illness is not considered an injury, is it?

She said softly: "Yesterday you said the sweet and sour short ribs are delicious, so I bought the short ribs today and want to make them for you."

Listening, the coldness in Lu Yichen's eyes dissipated, but the expression on his face was still tense, "I'm not that delicious, so I have to ask an injured person to cook for me."

"But I also want to eat..."

Sheng Rou stared at him with a pair of watery almond eyes, which made people's throat tighten.

Fuck!

Lu Yichen turned around, took off the apron on the wall and threw it to Sheng Rou. He began to untie the cuffs, and folded the sleeves of the shirt upwards, revealing his well-proportioned and strong arms.

"Tie it on for me."

Sheng Rou was stunned for two seconds before she realized, "Do you know how to cook?"

Lu Yichen: "...No."

Don't you look like you're ready to grab it?

"What expression do you have?" Lu Yichen turned his eyes to her, and said displeasedly, "Don't you know how to teach? How difficult can it be?"

Young Master Lu's self-confidence is reflected in every aspect.

Sheng Rou didn't say anything, she held the apron and walked over, he bowed his head, she helped him put it on, looking down at the rope tied behind his waist.

His thin waist was wrapped in a black shirt, and when he raised his hand, there were looming muscle lines at the edge.

This man really not only has a face that looks like a hoot, he even has a figure that Nuwa prefers.

"What's the first step?" Lu Yichen asked.

Sheng Rou took out the small row and poured it into the basin, then boiled the water naturally.

"Go aside."

Lu Yi turned on the faucet first, and said disgustedly: "You can just move your mouth, don't hinder me from expressing myself."

"..."

Not a chef yet, but already on the shelf of a chef.

Sheng Rou stepped aside and said slowly: "Wash and drain first, then put it into the pot under cold water, add sliced ​​ginger cooking wine..."

She explained it in detail bit by bit, and Lu Yichen got started quickly. Apart from his lack of knife skills, he was also orderly throughout the whole process. Soon, two dishes and one soup were served.

Sheng Rou loaded the rice and brought all the food to the table.

Lu Yichen opened the chair and sat down, without moving his chopsticks immediately, but staring straight at Sheng Rou.

Sheng Rou ate a small steak, turned her eyes to meet his gaze, "Why don't you eat it?"

Lu Yichen remained silent and raised his eyebrows.

Sheng Rou seemed to understand something, she licked her lips, and said, "The color of the small row is oily, and the taste is just right for sweet and sour. I think it's delicious."

She bent her eyes, "Lu Yichen, you really have a talent for cooking."

Lu Yichen couldn't get enough of these words. He picked up a piece of chopsticks and ate them, and commented, "It's average, it's the same as the first time I do it, and I should be able to do better next time."

The tone was full of arrogance.

After dinner, Lu Yichen took the initiative to clean up the dining table and the kitchen, brought her a plate of washed fruit, pointed at the sofa, and said in an undeniably domineering tone, "Sit and watch TV."

Sheng Rou was a little dazed looking at his back.

This gentle and considerate illusion actually made her feel a little quiet.

It's no wonder that the gentle trap, the gentle trap, knows that it's a pit that can never be recovered, but some people still get confused and jump into it.

Lu Yichen came out of the kitchen and saw Sheng Rou sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

He glanced at the TV, it was still a boring and unnutritious funny variety show, but Sheng Rou was watching, and he found it interesting.

He sat down beside Sheng Rou and turned to look at her.

The woman's soft hair was tied behind her ears, and a few strands ran out and fell down at will. Because she was laughing happily, she was trembling slightly, and her hair was jumping for joy.

Suddenly, Lu Yichen saw something strange.

He frowned, raised his hand to brush away a few strands of hair from the side of her face, and said in a deep voice, "What's wrong with your face?"