If Hao discovers that she has been acting lawlessly against Xiaoyan Bingyu and Hua Shen, will he be angry again?
Ah, ah, what to do now?
An Yingla cocked her ears and looked at him pleadingly: "Can't you let the cook do it?"
Tian Junhao supported his head with his hands and looked at her with an expression of your own choosing.[
Either feed his belly; or be fed by him;
"Then you'd better feed my belly." In short, I just couldn't shake that thing out.
Tian Junhao raised his eyebrows, with sympathy and threat on his face, and pushed her:
"Baby, actually I just want to be fed by you. Are you really not willing?"
It seems like she has no choice. What a tragedy. Well, she does it.
An Ying reluctantly left his arms, dressed in home clothes, and walked out of the kitchen extremely sadly.
Master Felice has taken leave these days, and now no one can help her. An Ying feels that she is on the guillotine.
After struggling in the kitchen for more than an hour, I finally made a grilled steak and brought it back to the bedroom with great fear.
At this moment, Tian Junhao was still lying on the bed, looking at An Ying walking towards him step by step with his lips curled up.
An Ying felt that it would be better for her to be honest and lenient, and to strike first.
So, a certain little girl who had become twisted put the steak she cooked by herself on the bedside and began to hesitate.
"Hao, there's one thing I told you. Don't be angry."
Tian Junhao frowned lightly and shook his head, "What's the matter? You won't know whether to get angry until you tell me something."
Forehead--
An Ying sat next to him, pulling Tian Junhao's arm, lowering her head, with a very good attitude of admitting her mistake.
"The steak you ate that day was not actually made by me, but by Master Felice. The steaks that brother Xiaoyan, sister Bingyu, and brother Huashen ate were cooked by me. It seems...should...maybe
It tastes bad, are you sure you want to eat it? I asked the cook to prepare other food, how about you try something else?"
Tian Junhao actually knew for a long time that it was not An Ying's craftsmanship. He didn't know how much she weighed.
He remained silent, picking up the steak that An Ying cooked by himself, and a magnetic voice sounded in An Ying's ears: "Oh, you will cook it yourself this time, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes, but it may be unpalatable, Hao, are you sure you want to eat it?" An Ying bitter melon looked at Tian Junhao with a face on her face, begging in her heart: Don't eat it.[
Unexpectedly, Tian Junhao shook his head: "Baby, I just want to wake up and eat something made by my own woman."
[Chapter 17 today, no more updates, go to bed, good night everyone, I’m so sleepy, staying up late is bad for your skin, let’s go to sleep]