I stretched out and my stomach growled with hunger.
She was about to get out of bed and wash up, but she heard the bathroom door being opened with a clang.
I saw the man walking out wearing a snow-white bath towel, his chest with clear texture exposed in front of my eyes, and his eight-pack abs arranged neatly together like chocolate, sexy and charming.
Even this man's figure is so perfect that you can't fault him.
"Aren't you going to fly today?" She blinked her beautiful almond eyes suspiciously.
"I'm taking an evening flight." Bo Xingzhi said while wiping his dripping hair, "You can look for a house slowly and move there when you find it. There's no need to rush."
Ruan Su regretted lying about looking for a house last night.
It's a bit difficult to get off now.
She could only smile and nod, "My husband is still considerate of me."
The man handed her the towel and sat in front of her. She took it naturally and began to gently wipe the man's hair.
After wiping it almost, he threw the towel aside, took a hair dryer, and started to dry his hair.
The air from the hair dryer was buzzing and the air was warm. Bo Xingzhi's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, like a lazy lion.
Ruan Su sighed again, they really looked like an ordinary loving couple!
It’s time to blow dry your hair again, and it’s sticky and messy at night and in the morning.
Doesn't this sound like a divorce is imminent?
"Blow dry." Ruan Su put away the hair dryer, "Scallion oil noodles, do you want to eat?"
Bo Xingzhi lay on his side on the bed, raised his chin, and stared at her with his dark eyes, "Can I have another scallion pancake?"
"Okay." Ruan Sujiao nodded with a smile, leaned over and kissed the man on the lips, "I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
But the man suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, "I feel a little disappointed when I think that I won't be able to eat Mrs. Bo's cooking in the future."
"Auntie's craftsmanship is no worse than mine." Ruan Su pushed him and said coquettishly, "I'm going to starve to death, let go quickly!"
When the uncle butler saw Ruan Su wearing an apron and entering the kitchen, he smiled. "Madam, the ingredients have been added to the refrigerator."
"Okay." Ruan Su gave him a gentle smile.
The uncle butler has been with Bo Xingzhi for many years and knows the man's appetite best. The young master has always said that he is not picky about food and refuses to admit that he is a foodie.
This gave everyone who came to Bo's house, whether they were aunties or chefs, a headache.
Either salty or sweet, spicy or sour.
Western food is too troublesome, Japanese food is too bland...
No matter which cuisine it is, I am not interested.
The strictness with food is simply outrageous.
But even a man like this still insists that he is not picky about food at all.
Every time an aunt or chef comes over and asks what to eat, he always calmly says it doesn't matter.
The young master's violent and cold temper makes people want to throw him into outer space to fend for himself when facing the meal.
Even though he said it didn't matter, when it was actually served to the table, he would smash the plates and bowls: What kind of garbage is this for me to eat?
Therefore, the young master of the Bo family has a really difficult stomach.
The housekeeper really worried a lot in order to let the young master eat more food.
Because of the young master's outrageous picky eating, the root cause of his disease was also the root cause of his illness. Stomachaches in the middle of the night were commonplace.
Until four years ago, the young master got married and took his wife back.
Not only does my wife have a gentle personality, she also has good cooking skills, which are comparable to, no, even better than a Michelin chef!
I like Mrs. Bo and her waistcoat was stripped off again today.