"And!" Before Huang Xiaojue could answer, Mo Xiaoran slapped the table seriously with the uninjured hand, "Chef Huang, instead of teaching me to cook, you might as well make it yourself!
"She was not happy to cook and serve him every day, otherwise she would be like a competent wife.
"I just like my wife..."
Why does this sentence sound so familiar?
right!
Mo Xiaoran was shocked to remember that not long ago, he also used this evil and evil tone to pinch her chin and told her this...
The second time I heard it, Mo Xiaoran seemed much calmer. She blinked her big black eyes and suddenly showed a charming look with affection and charming look. Her pink lips were slightly raised, and her watery eyes were charming, "But
, I like eating what my husband makes..."
Ah hahaha...
There was a little Mo Xiaoran in her heart covering her stomach and laughing wildly. She really wanted to admire herself to death. She really had the talent for acting! She was simply self-taught...
Mo Xiaoran, you are so smart!
For a moment, Huang Xiaojue was stunned, but soon he reacted, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more evil, "Wife, what did you say just now? Do you like to eat me? Okay, come on, I don't mind giving it to you.
You eat it!"
"Eat...eat you?" Mo Xiaoran muttered softly, not understanding for a moment.
In her heart, she silently replayed what Huang Xiaojue said just now, and she suddenly understood! This is not the same as that...
"You... don't misinterpret my meaning, okay?" Mo Xiaoran stared at him angrily, and those innocent acting skills immediately collapsed.
What, she said clearly that she was "eating her husband" and not "eating her husband"!
Her pure little heart is going to be ruined by Huang Xiaojue...
"Why, I'll eat you?" Huang Xiaojue hugged her badly and pecked her at the corner of her mouth.
"No, no! I don't taste delicious..." Mo Xiaoran pushed him away weakly, feeling pitiful, "I cook, I cook well, isn't that okay?"
Compared to evil, she really can't compare to Huang Xiaojue in her life!
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After dinner, Mo Xiaoran packed up the dishes and walked to the living room. Huang Xiaojue was taking a shower, and she sat alone on the sofa watching TV.
The stages were spinning, and each program was very boring. After watching it for a while, I lost interest. It happened that Huang Xiaojue's cell phone was on the coffee table. Mo Xiaoran picked it up curiously, touched the screen with his fingers, and unlocked the keyboard.
...
The desktop of the mobile phone came into view, and the wallpaper turned out to be a sweet little girl, who looked seven or eight years old, sitting among a cluster of flowers, with a slight pink on her fair cheeks and a sweet and innocent smile on her mouth.
A head of black and shiny hair draped over her shoulders, and the pure white skirt seemed to flutter slightly because of the breeze...
She is really a very lively and cute girl.
Somehow, Mo Xiaoran felt that this girl looked familiar. She seemed to have seen her somewhere...
"What are you looking at? Hum?"
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Thank you 893839270, Xueer, Momo, 615141546_lu for the red envelopes of several mm.
Hui Chang sorry that he stopped updating yesterday... I was so busy... Woo... I was wrong...