Now that he sleeps here every day, he still has that habit. He will hold her quietly and make her sleep very comfortable, but he doesn't even dare to turn over, for fear that their bed will collapse.
I'm afraid that it will make her feel uncomfortable.
He can always maintain a position, even if he gets sore all over his body every morning, it doesn't matter. He can tolerate everything, as long as she can be better. He has nothing to do with it, nothing to do with it.
He stood in and walked into the kitchen. He was always a man who could reach out and eat. However, when he was with her, he really learned too much. He was a little clumsy and made things.
Although Yin Sa and the others would give him what he wanted to eat regularly, he still wanted to learn how to do it himself and stay in the kitchen there. To be honest, it is okay for Xiang Qinglan, but for him,
It seems that at such a small place, he doesn't even have a standing position.
Sure enough, he is not suitable for the kitchen.
There was another banging sound from the kitchen, and Fred rolled his eyes.
"You said what the boss broke this time, is it a plate or a bowl?"
"It sounds like a bowl," Yin Sa replied expressionlessly. He just took out his cell phone and called, and bought a lot of plates and bowls. The owner of his family is 80% incompatible with the kitchen.
He is very good at everything, but he has no experience with those plates and bowls. These are the third bowl he broke today.
Since he started entering the kitchen, this kind of sound has been heard here every day, which has numbed their hearing.
However, he has a lot of money anyway, so he can just fall. He won’t fall poorly even if he falls. However, he just doubts whether the floor of the room will be smashed into a hole if he falls like this.
He looked around the room for another week, and it felt like nothing was strong here. He also added a piece of tiles on it yesterday. If he was not there, he would be exposed. He was a doctor, a killer, and a tiler, but he also
He had to accept his fate and did it. And Fred didn't know how he supervised the worker, it really disappointed him.
"The boss is not suitable for entering the kitchen. He is really too forced to do it." Fred leaned against the door and shook his head helplessly. Chang Tang Huairui's owner is now like a family husband, learning to cook every day, and it seems that he is
His identity is extremely unfavorable. However, he can only talk about it here, otherwise it would make his boss unhappy. He might not have gone to Antarctica, but was thrown to Mars by him.
Mars, let alone beauty, there is not even a ghost there.
Another banging sound.
"It's a plate this time," Yin Sa said expressionlessly. Anyway, they have to come on such things several times a day, and they are already used to it. Listening to the sound of these plates and bowls breaking every day, it is actually
It can be listened to as music, but it is just a bit harsh.
No one saw it. The light through the curtains fell faintly on the woman's face on the bed. Her trembling eyes shook lightly a few times from time to time, and then opened them little by little.
So warm, she half-closed her eyes. Even the faint light made her eyes a little tingling. She closed her eyes again, as if this warmth seemed to penetrate into her heart, those cold
The cracks began to start, and the warmth finally began to jump again.
A dirty man walked out of the kitchen, holding a bowl in his hand. He looked at the black stuff inside the bowl, and frowned hard. He really didn't know where he did it wrong, he clearly followed it.
How do you make the recipe look like this? The recipe industry talks about clear soup. Since it is clear soup, it should have no color. Perhaps it is said that the color is very light, but how can it be black when it makes it?
.It's not Chinese medicine. How could it be this color?
"Yinsa, I suddenly remembered that I want to solve my physiological problems," Fred hugged his stomach and stepped back a little, and I'll leave it to you first.
But before he left, he heard the voice of his boss.
"Fred, come and taste it."
Fred took off that handsome face on the spot. Why should he not be allowed?
"It was me last time, and it should be your turn this time. You can't escape. However, the color seems to be good this time. I wonder if it will be poisoned?" Yin Sa just leaned against the door, Liang Liang
Said.
"You don't have to worry. Even if you are poisoned, I can still let you survive."
Fred's hand holding his belly was not put down, nor did he walk out, nor could he stand there. He twitched the corner of his mouth, obviously he didn't know what to do.
"Fred," the voice appeared over there again, but it was much colder. Fred stood for a long time, and Yin Sa just stood there coldly, looking at him, and he could only walk in with a tough bullet in the end
.
But can I go? Who made him the boss, but he could only be the younger brother?
"What's wrong with helping me try here?" Arthur handed the bowl in his hand to Fred, who had to take it. Looking at the thick stuff in the bowl, can it really be drunk?
I don't know if it will be poisonous. He looked at Yin Sa.
"Remember, if I have something to do later, I must save me. And if I have the best medicine, I am not afraid of spending money."
And his tone and the bitter face made Arthur's face even heavier. He warned that he seemed to look at them. Fred's eyes twitched. He closed his eyes and took a sip. However, he just drank it.
As he went down, his face suddenly turned blue and gray, and then turned red again. He covered his mouth and ran to the bathroom quickly.
God, what does this taste like? Why is it so salty?
"Is there any problem?" Arthur stretched out his finger and held up his chin. He really didn't know what the problem was. He did it step by step. When to fire and when to turn off the fire, it all took time.
What's wrong with getting the card?
After a while, Fred walked out of the inside with a pale face. He sat on the only sofa here, regardless of whether it would be crushed this time, he was about to die of pain and could not care about anything.
"Boss, you are not asking me to taste this, you are murdering, real murder," he grabbed his neck, it was really a terrible smell, and he probably would have been several years short of his life.
"What's wrong?" He frowned at the dark stuff Fred put on the table. It seemed to be very unpalatable. In fact, if he could, he would rather taste it himself, but he
I tried it, it was really unpalatable, but he just didn't know what was wrong.