Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

He slipped his lips slightly and his cute, sophisticated face was smiling.

Song Wuxi walked over and landed on the stool.

She glanced at the soup in the jar and looked up at Gu Zheng, “For no reason, give me the soup? ”

Gu Zheng sat across from her.

Seriously, it's the first time he's stewed soup for a woman.

When asked so directly, Gu Qiang was embarrassed to say what was in his heart.

He looked at Song without worries in a cold way: "I'll just sip it for you. Why ask so many questions? ”

“The weasel gave the chicken a year of worship and was restless.” Song has no worries.

After marrying him for three years, he never poured a glass of boiling water.

“You're not a chicken, and I'm not a weasel.” Gu Qiang said in a disgusting manner, his face was so dark that he didn't want it.

“...” Is she a metaphor?

Gu Qiang pointed to the soup can with his chin and said: "Daisy chicken soup. ”

“...” Song Lixiao looked at the soup with some suspicion. Is it good?

“I checked Baidu, saying that women with cold hands and feet drink more of this soup.” After that, he glanced at me and hid his embarrassment from me.

Song was not worried, his heart palpitated slightly.

He stewed it for her because her hands and feet were cold?

Song did not worry about winking, clear eyes appeared extraordinarily bright and dark under the light.

She looked at Gu Qiang with a shallow smile, "You are completely fascinated by me. ”

Gu Zheng's ears turned red and stared at her: “Isn't it normal for my husband to be fascinated by his wife? Drink it! ”

Song Feng lowered his head and took a sip.

The frown is wrinkled, it tastes awful!

At first glance, the narrow phoenix looked at her with a slight anticipation. Her voice was low: “How about that? How's it taste? ”

Song Li raised his eyes and looked at him blinking like a star at night. She tried to strike him, suddenly stuck in his throat.

Anonymously said: "It tastes good, it would be better if you put a few pieces of ginger chips. ”

“Ginger chips?” Gu Qiang doesn't make soup.

Looking at him, Song asked with no worries: "Don't you know that stewing chicken soup with ginger chips would be better? ”

“I don't know.” Gu Zheng shook his head and rubbed his thin, perfect lips, “this was my first stew. ”

Song did not worry for a moment.

“I made soup for women for the first time.” Gu Zheng looked seriously at Song Li.

“ …… ”

Song's worry-free mind is a little complicated.

She looked quietly at Gu Qiu, and under the light, his outline was very clear.

Like a finely carved face, get serious and be even more handsome.

Deep as a pool of eyes with a suction, a little carelessly will be sucked in.

No, I can't!

Song Min Xiao quickly lowered his head and drank soup without a problem.

She said not to like him!

She must suppress the original's insane love for him and never let it roll out again!

In her previous life, the man she loved could be three wives and four concubines.

In this life, the man she loves can have three small children.

After two generations of hurt, she didn't want to hurt herself again.

One sip at a time, less than a moment later, I drank half a can.

It's really not very tasty. Song Wuxi can't drink it anymore.

She dropped the spoon, removed the tissue from the table and gracefully wiped the soup stain on her mouth.

See, Gu Qiang asked: "No? ”

“I can't drink anymore. ”

Gu Zheng looked at the soup jar and twisted his eyebrows: “There's so much more. ”

“Next time you stew, don't put too much water in it. ”

“Mm-hmm.” Gu Xiao nodded very nicely.