"Did my sister make this?" Yu Xin'ai sat at the dining table and asked in surprise. Because these shrimps are wrapped in tinfoil one by one, which is very delicate. But my sister usually uses a whole piece of tinfoil.
The paper wraps all the shrimps together, and there is absolutely no such delicacy.
Yu Nianen looked at the exquisite dishes on the table. They were all delicious and delicious. She couldn't help but smile and replied: "Your brother-in-law made them all. Try them. Mom, you should eat them too!"
The words "your brother-in-law" came out of her mouth smoothly, and Rong Beiming smiled with satisfaction.
"Yes! Try my handiwork," Rong Beiming used chopsticks to put vegetables into bowls for He Yurao and Yu Xinai respectively, and then put some for Yu Nianen.
"Whose home is this?" Yu Nianen lowered his head and murmured to himself. Looking at him like that, he looked like most of the owner.
"This is your home," Rong Beiming, with a charming smile on his handsome face, changed the subject, "Isn't it my home?"
Yu Nianen was speechless. She put down the bowl and reached for the shrimp. Rong Beiming picked it up before her, carefully tore off the tin foil and handed it to her: "Don't dirty your hands."
"Can I still eat without you in the future?"
"What did you say?" Rong Beiming wiped his hands with a tissue, with a doting look on his face. He always had infinite patience and indulgence towards her.
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In the evening, Yu Nianen came out after taking a bath and put on a cotton pajamas with a pattern of Doraemon printed on them. These were her previous clothes.
Just as she was about to ask Rong Beiming to take a shower, she turned around and saw him standing by the window talking on the phone. He stood with his back to her, so he couldn't see his expression.
She opened the cabinet, looking for a T-shirt suitable for him to wear. Unexpectedly, she saw something she hadn't noticed just now.
It turned out that the wardrobe was neatly stocked with his clothes, jackets, shirts, trousers, and even belts, ties and cufflinks.
She stroked his shirt with her fingers, looked back at him, and smiled shyly.
Suddenly, Rong Beiming's scolding came to her ears: "What's going on? You can't even handle this matter?"
His voice was a bit high, and his tone was cold, conveying a chilling chill.
I don't know what was said over there. He almost growled angrily: "The person I want has to be found by me even if I dig three feet into the ground. The news is sealed." After saying that, he looked a little irritated.
I dropped the phone, turned around and threw it on the bed.
When he raised his eyes, he saw Yu Nianen staring at him, looking a little overwhelmed and obviously frightened.
"What's going on?" Yu Nian'en knew he wouldn't say anything, so he still asked casually.
"It's okay!" When he looked at her, his eyes softened.
"Okay! You go take a shower!"
Rong Beiming went over and took the pajamas from her hand and entered the bathroom.
Yu Nianen could feel that he was still angry, something must have happened. She couldn't help but feel a little worried, because she had never seen him so irritable before.
She sighed, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, got on the bed and sat on the bedside, turned on the TV and watched boredly.
After a while, Rong Beiming came out of the bathroom, wearing only pajamas, revealing his muscular and eye-catching upper body.
"It's really okay!" He went to bed and hugged her, letting her lean into his arms. His eyes were staring in the direction of the TV, flashing with a frightening light.
His woman, if anyone dares to hurt her even one point, he must pay ten points back. No matter who he is, he will be punished.