"I feel it is necessary for me to remind you on behalf of my aunt and my deceased uncle that you are like a stupid donkey who has moved your heart." In front of Ling Yansen, Xiao Yixiang was like a rebellious boy of fifteen or sixteen who never bothered to hide.
"I also feel that I need to remind you on behalf of your aunt. Since you have lost the battle, you will be like a drowned dog. Why are you pretending to be serious? Duan Qingwu almost saw the clues!" At this point, Ling Yansen became angry and sonorous.
The powerful voice almost roared through the entire parking lot.
Xiao Yixiang was also angry, "Mr. Ling is too proud of himself. Do you think I want you to sing on the stage with you?"
Ling Yansen smiled instead of being angry, and his iron-like heavy and tough voice pierced straight towards the microphone, his squinted eyes revealed a sinister light, "Then you must have the ability to be unwilling! I rely on your aunt to keep it safe.
I hope you will be harmonious, lest several cousins from my family come together to take your nest and wean you off your breasts!" After a pause, he still felt that it was not enough, and his dark eyes reflected ruthlessness, "By the way,
I have never had a chance to thank you. Duan Qingwu’s perfect body, thank you for keeping it for me. Only after I taste it will I know that it will have an endless aftertaste. Of course, unfortunately, it is too late for you to regret it now."
With a bang, he hung up the phone. Ling Yansen tugged on his tie, his gloomy brows furrowed deeply. He somewhat blamed himself for his unscrupulous words, slandering her first time just to anger Xiao Yixiang! He waited for a while, and waited until
His expression returned to calmness before he strode towards the exit.
At this time, in the study room on the second floor of the Xiao family mansion, there was a sudden and earth-shattering sound. It was muffled for a while and then stopped. The servant was frightened. When he opened the door, he saw that the floor was all broken into pieces.
The young master was sitting on the floor leaning against the bookcase, with his head buried and not saying a word. The servant was very sensible and closed the door immediately.
Downstairs, Xiao Ping's old voice sounded, "Yixiang! Why are you so crazy!"
In the study, Xiao Yixiang smiled miserably and whispered to himself, with extremely sinister eyes, "Father, I am different from you. I will not imprison myself for a woman for the rest of my life! I will never!" After shouting, he covered his face with a faint smile.
The aching heart silently bids farewell to the longing in my heart.
He has been her childhood sweetheart for so many years. He is not a saint. He has many opportunities to have her, but why hasn't he touched her? It's probably because he can't let go. She is so stupid, how could he have the heart to trick her into bed?
...However, in the end, what I had been cherishing so reluctantly gave it away to others.
He raised his head, stared at the pale roof, and laughed. Laughing at this fate that was even more ridiculous than him.
Ling Yansen entered the door, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, walked around the long corridor and walked into the hall. There was a piece of paper under the celadon vase on the table. He picked it up and saw that it was Mrs. Wu's handwriting.
He put it down and turned to look at the kitchen. Qingwu was wearing a bib. The water in the sink was gurgling and the oil in the pan was exploding. She was under a warm light and was a little confused.
Ling Yansen smiled and said, "Why don't we go out to eat?"
Sister-in-law Wu went home for something, but no one greeted her for dinner. It was rare for her to be so happy today, so he suggested this.
Qing Wu didn't look back, she stared at the oil in the pot and pouted angrily, "Sister-in-law Wu must not like me. I told her clearly in the morning that the bidding will end today and I have a great chance of winning."
, I asked her to prepare a table full of dishes at home! When she came back, no one was there."
At the same time, Sister-in-law Wu, who was sitting on the lap of the old man at home and burping, suddenly sneezed several times. The old man was worried, "Caught a cold?"
Sister-in-law Wu curled her lips, her old face was calm, "I've been talked about, you old lady!"
Based on the principle of not being a single light bulb with good intentions, she decided to stay home and give those two pieces of wood a chance. Otherwise, when she died of old age, she might not be able to hold the young master's baby!
Seeing her aggrieved look, Ling Yansen was silent for a while, rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the wooden shovel from her hand, "Let's eat while we wait."
"You know how to cook?" Qing Wu's eyes widened, not because she didn't believe it, but because she didn't believe it in every cell in her body. He was always the only one who was picky, like a food critic, how could such a person do this?
In the kitchen?
He glanced at her contemptuously, his expression was very light, but the smile in his eyes was very strong, "You don't know a lot."
Qing Wu saw him holding a wooden spatula, picking up the cold steak on the plate and putting it into the pot. His movements were even more skillful than hers. She was really stunned this time, and she opened her mouth and made a "wow" gesture.
, and then after staring for a long time, feeling hungry, she went to the wine cabinet, took a bottle of red wine to go with the steak, two goblets, went to the refrigerator to collect some desserts, and went straight to the kitchen.
Watch him skillfully pass the broccoli through boiling water, and then carve it with a knife, and the broccoli turns into a beautiful little fan. He lowers his head and puts them on the plate with his beautiful hands, picks them up twice, and Zhenhe Hotel
The top chefs here make it exactly the same.
Qingwu bit the chocolate in her mouth and took a sip of red wine. Her voluptuous lips seemed to be coated with a dark red and charming moist light, and she praised, "All-powerful, really all-powerful!"
Ling Yansen tilted his head, the ends of his eyes were raised, and the ripples in his eyes were diffracting the black of the night and the white of the light. They were very bright. The lines on his face were also much softer, and there was an air of liveliness that he had never seen before. He
He raised his thick eyebrows and said matter-of-factly, "Cooking is an art. It molds people's cultivation and forges their patience."
Qingwu nodded, picked up another piece of soft chocolate and stuffed it into her mouth. Her apricot eyes widened, her small mouth opened, and the bridge of her delicate nose also lengthened. Somehow, her appearance always reminded him of the forest.
The little squirrel eating pine cones inside is very cute.
His deep eyes became lazy, and his knuckled hands picked up the wooden shovel to turn over the steak from time to time. He turned the heat to the minimum, "Grilling over low heat will not burn the outer layer of meat, nor will the inside be scorched."