He raised his fishy hands and shook him in front of her. "You help me?"

Qiao Weiwei glanced at his hands, then nodded in a talkative way, picked up the apron and helped him fasten!

"You lower your head!"

Jiang Bei Mo cooperated to bend down and lower his head!

Qiao Weiwei put the apron inside his neck, and stood behind him, reaching out to help him gently tie the apron strap!

After completing a series of actions, she took two steps back, looked at him curiously, and wanted to see how he would cook next!

Jiang Beimo glanced down at the floral dress on her body. Although she didn't like the color very much, but because she helped him put it on, she didn't complain, but she continued to deal with the fish on hand!

The smell of fish is fishy ...

This is the first time in Jiang Beimo's 30 years ... to do such a thing!

If all of this is seen by the servants of the Jiang family, they will be shocked!

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After washing the fish, Jiangbei Mo began to cut vegetables!

However, the first time he touched a kitchen knife, it didn't work well!

Even so, he tried to remain calm and to do everything well ...

In front of her, he didn't want to lose his dignity as a man!

It turned out to be so easy to cook in her hands, it turned out to be so difficult, you can think of Qiao Weiwei, Jiang Beimo still gritted his teeth!

For her, he has nothing left to do!

When he remembered that she used to cook and cook for him without any complaints, and made tea and served tea, his heart moved a little.

Until now, he finally understood that she ... at first loved him so much!

And he did not cherish it!

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Thinking, Jiang Beimo's hand chopping vegetables stopped ... Then, there was a pain in his fingers.

Jiang Beimo frowned ... Before he could react to what was going on, Qiao Weiwei's scream suddenly sounded beside him.

"Why are you so careless!" Qiao Weiwei hurriedly came up and picked up his left hand ...

I saw a small cut made by the knife on the index finger of his left hand, and was bleeding red blood outside ...

Qiao Weiwei looked at his injured finger and was a little worried.

He really is used to the life of a young master, cutting a vegetable will get it!

Looking at her look worried, Jiang Beimo could not help laughing.

The pain in the fingers seemed to be painless immediately.

"It's all right!" He glanced down at her, then said quietly!

"You wait here, I'll get a band-aid!" Qiao Weiwei glanced at him, and then ordered.

After telling her, she turned directly out of the kitchen and hurriedly looked for a band-aid.

Jiang Beimo stood in the kitchen and turned to look at her who was looking for something in the living room, with a smile on his face even more.

The bitter plan seems pretty good?

Thinking, he glanced again at the kitchen knife on the table, picked it up, then pointed at the wound just on his hand and cut it hard ...

The original shallow wound was so much by him ... it suddenly deepened a lot, and the blood flow was even worse.

Although it hurts a bit, Jiang Beimo did not take it seriously, but looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction ...

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When Qiao Weiwei came back to find a good band-aid and medicine, Jiang Beimo had more blood on her fingers, even on her palms.