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"This..." When he Siming saw a dark table of unidentified objects, he could not help but draw from the corner of his mouth. He looked back at Wen Shuyue: "can this be eaten?"

Wen Shuyue spread her hands and turned her lips. "You asked me to do it. I can only do it like this. If you dislike it, I can't help it."

He Siming knew for the first time what it meant to suffer for himself. He picked up his chopsticks, poked the coke in the middle and asked, "what's this?"

"Sweet and sour spareribs."

He Siming's brain jumped and pointed to the pot of soup next to him: "what about this one?"

"Black chicken soup," Wen Shuyue sat down, held his chin, and said with a smile, "can't you see that?"

He Siming didn't speak any more. He held his chopsticks to other dishes and finally put them down again. He seriously asked her, "are you sure you're not going to murder your husband?"

Wen Shuyue cleverly shook his head, "no, how dare I?"

Seeing that he Siming's face was full of words, Wen Shuyue suddenly wanted to tease him. She blinked at him and said, "do you want to eat or not? I've spent a lot of effort and sincerity."

He Siming felt inexplicably that she was acting like a spoiler and was very helpful.

He raised his chopsticks again, his amber eyes softened and he said, "I eat."

With that, he put a piece of spareribs into his mouth, chewed two mouthfuls expressionless, and swallowed it.

"Why did you eat it?" Wen Shuyue raised the volume and looked at him in surprise. She just wanted to tease him, but she didn't really want him to eat.

She knows how many Jin and how many liang she has. What can she do if she is killed?

If all the directors of manis come to attack her No, no, the more Wen Shuyue thought about it, the more frightened she was. She took he Siming out and said, "let's go, I'll take you to the hospital for gastric lavage!"

He Siming suddenly stopped and stood still.

Wen Shuyue looked back and saw a smile on his face, "what are you laughing at?"

"Laugh at your stupidity."

He Siming reached out and rubbed her hairy head. Today, she didn't tie up her hair. It was very soft, like the hair of a small animal.

“……”

Wen Shuyue was speechless for a while. How could this man be so annoying?

But now is not the time to argue with him, she still has to take him to the hospital first. She raised her head and said seriously, "I'm serious. You have to wash your stomach quickly. If you have food poisoning, your hundreds of employees will have to work hard with me."

"And you?" He Siming asked: "if I am poisoned, will you worry?"

Wen Shuyue didn't expect that he would change the topic so quickly, thinking about the profound meaning of his words.

If you don't worry about it, it is estimated that her cooperation with manis will be cool; if you worry about it, will it seem that she is particularly spineless?

Finally, between cooperation and backbone, Wen Shuyue resolutely chose cooperation, she said: "I will!"

Hearing the answer he wanted, he Siming raised his mouth slightly and pulled Wen Shuyue back.

"Well, I said I would be worried. Why don't you go to the hospital? You just want to see me beaten to death by your staff? "

Maybe it's due to dependence. In front of he Siming, Wen Shuyue can completely get rid of the camouflage of being outside, become free from any burden, and even speak boldly.

He Siming put her in his arms, suddenly approached her, looked at her jelly like lips and said in a soft voice, "I'm in good health. Your food can't kill me."

The man's handsome face is so close, the low voice has a different kind of charm, gentle and dispirited swallow saliva, two cheeks quietly dyed red halo.

As a dragonfly drops a kiss on her lips, he Siming releases her and laughs: "saliva is flowing out."

Smell speech, Wen Shuyue subconsciously to wipe the corners of the mouth, and then heard the man's hearty laughter, this just know that he was played, angry strange way: "you cheat me."

She reached out to hit him.

Her face is almost gone, this man is so hateful!

Amused by her lovely appearance, he Siming leaned over, clasped her head with his big hand, and bowed his head to kiss her.

Wen Shuyue suddenly widened her eyes and heard the man say "close your eyes." , she closed her eyes obediently, hugged his waist tightly, followed his rhythm and indulged in it.

The air is thick and sweet because of this long kiss.

"Cough..."

The sudden cough interrupted their ambiguity. Wen Shuyue opened her eyes and saw Wen Baobao standing at the stairs smiling at them. That kind of eyes are not simple at all.

Wen Shuyue breaks away from he Siming's arms in a hurry, closes her broken hair to her ears and stares at Wen Baobao.

He Siming is calm.

Wen Baobao came over and looked at his mom and Dad, with a standard smile of eight teeth. "Dad, when will you and mom give me a baby sister? Baby wants to play with my sister."He gave hesmin a deep wink.

"Baby Wen, you..."

"Ask your mommy."

As soon as Wen Shuyue began to educate Wen Baobao, she was cut off by he Siming. Then she choked so much that she couldn't say anything. She could only cry in her heart: "who can tell me why I've got these two men?"

Wen Baobao saw Wen Shuyue with a bitter smile on his face, raised his head and said, "Mommy, don't be shy." What else what

wants to say is that his eyes are attracted by the black stuff on the table. He make complaints about Tucao: "what is this thing, dear, who made the dark cooking?"

Then he looked back at Wen Shuyue and said, "Mommy, it can't be you, can it?"

Wen Shuyue smiles awkwardly and nods.

Then she saw the faint smile of he Siming's mouth, and she wanted to find a way to get in.

got the answer. Wen Baobao opened the crazy Tucao mode and told him make complaints about the failure of Wen Shu Yue's four years.

Wen Shuyue grins and occasionally receives a smile from he Siming. She wants to sew up Wen Baobao's mouth.

Finally, Wen Baobao says that he is hungry. Wen Shuyue quickly takes the opportunity to suggest eating out, but he Siming says that he will eat at home.

"But didn't you give your aunt a holiday? What do you have to eat? Do you want to eat these? " Wen Shuyue points uncertainly to the things on the table.

"I'll do it." He Siming answered succinctly, then turned and walked into the kitchen.

"Oh, Dad, you can cook, much better than Mommy!"

Wen Baobao's face worshipped with him behind his eyes, and he still did not make complaints about Wen Shuyue.

Wen Shuyue smoked from the corner of her mouth. How could she have such a kengniang son?

, however, she was soon attracted by the cooking skills of he Ming, and completely forgot what he was make complaints about just now.

In this way, in a large and small strong onlooker, he Siming cleanly made four dishes and one soup.

Wen Shuyue and Wen Baobao look at a table full of food and admire them.

"Wow, he Siming, you are so good!"

"Wow, Dad, you are so good!"

Then, the two of them ran to a big lunch and ate it.

He Siming looked at them, his eyes almost overflowed.