Without prevention, the slender waist was held from behind, and Huang Fuxun put his head on Ning Xiaotong's shoulders. The exhaled heat made Ning Xiaotong feel a little itchy.
Laughingly, "The rice hasn't been done yet, what do you come in?"
"I'm not hungry now." The white nearly transparent earlobe was held from the back of the light, and it sucked carefully.
As soon as the body was soft, the shovel in his hand almost slipped to the ground, and Ning Xiaotong looked back at Huang Fuyu unhappy.
Really, the current Huangfu Yan, more and more on the occasion.
Is it so hungry?
But Ning Xiaotong would never admit it. At this moment, I miss him, think of his body, and everything about him.
"I'm cooking." Holding the spatula in his hand, Ning Xiaotong continued to stir -fry the pan murmured in the pot, and the soaked lotus root rib soup, the waist was tightly grabbed in his arms, Ning Xiao Xiao
Hitomi didn't want to struggle.
Huang Fusong's ears of earlobe, the hot air in the pot, was stuffy in the room.
The person in his arms, sweating beads on his forehead.
Loose Ning Xiaotong's waist, Huang Fuyu leaned against the door, watching her as herself, and busy there.
Suddenly, there is a feeling of being filled.
Really, it is a long -desire, the feeling of home.
Without Huang Fuxun's trouble behind him, Ning Xiaotong moved to a little movement, and relieved Tang Sheng in the blue and white porcelain basin.
In fact, where did Ning Xiaotong know? The reason why Huangfu stopped.
But because, that kind of thing seems to be too dangerous to be on the edge of the stove.
Looking at the man who leaned on the door, a lazy posture, and evil, Ning Xiaotong ordered, "Go to the dishes."
Huang Fuzheng straightened his body slowly, and slowly walked beside the stove of the vegetables.
Ning Xiaotong couldn't help but squeezed his tongue. It was really fascinating to walk.
When passing by Ning Xiaotong, Huang Fu's evil laughed. Ning Xiaotong trembled, and the plate in his hand almost fell out.
Hurry up and stabilize the plate in his hand, muttering at the bottom of your heart, it is really a demon.
Huang Fusheng walked out, and Ning Xiaotong, who stayed behind him, secretly grinded his teeth while walking.
Ning Xiaotong made the dishes very well, four dishes and one soup.
After sitting, Ning Xiaotong's eyes flashed with a glittering light, staring at Huangfu Yan with a motionlessly.
Huang Fuxi picked up the chopsticks and tasted the water to boil the meat, frowned, and nodded.
Seeing Huangfu's nod, it is undoubtedly satisfied.
Ning Xiaotong picked up the chopsticks and clamped a piece of meat into his mouth.
As a result, the stalk was in the throat, the throat could not swallow, and the face flushed.
Huang Fuxi hurriedly took a cup of water and handed it to Ning Xiaotong, and patted Ning Xiaotong's back with a gentle hand.
When the throat was slightly better, Ning Xiaotong began to cough, and his face flushed and looked at Huangfu's face with a normal face, "Are you ... don't you feel spicy?"
Huang Fuxi calmly returned to the seat and took a sip of the lighter lotus root rib soup.
Ning Xiaotong suddenly burst into tears, most of which were spicy by the peppers in the meat in the boiled meat.
Obviously I can eat spicy, and I still consider it. How can it be so?
Until now, the throat is still burning.
Zhao's mother on the side saw that the movement here was too big, and hurried over, looked at Ning Xiaotong, who was flushed with a flushed face, and looked at the dishes in front of her, and suddenly it was clear.