Fall in Love with Mr. Nian Slowly

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update Mr. Nian, slowly like your latest chapter!Seeing the woman seems to be hardened and unwilling to cook, the average annual Ting frowned, no wonder people said that a woman will only be active when she is chasing someone.

"Okay, I do."

Halfway, he said quietly.

Who made him without any self-control ability at the beginning, was easily taken by her.

Lausanne personally fastened his apron, peeling the grape command next to the station, "Put ginger and garlic first."

Annual average Ting looked back at the crystal clear she peeled a black grape, and thought she would feed it into her mouth several times, but she disappeared into his pink lips with eyes open, "You don't think it's too much to eat by yourself Yet."

"Okay," Lausanne smiled slyly, peeling the grapes to his mouth, and Ting opened his mouth annually, just about to eat. She suddenly put her hand back and ate it in her mouth.

"..."

The annual average Ting looked at this scene in disbelief. After living for more than 20 years, he was even tricked, "Lolo..."

"I thought about it, why should I strip you, I'm not your care," Lausanne blinked, his black eyes, big and bright, the small look, with a fox-like smile.

Nian Junting wanted to be angry, but inexplicably felt that her naughty appearance was very cute. She used to be very orderly in front of her, and rarely showed this appearance. She really wanted to kiss her in her arms.

While in a daze, the oil in the pan "popped" violently. The hot oil splashed on his cheeks, and his handsome facial features twitched when he hurt.

Lausanne shut down the fire, showing concern, "Are you all right?"

In fact, this bit of pain is nothing to Nian Junting, who was a special soldier, but when he met her concerned eyes, he almost subconsciously frowned and muttered, "face hurts."

"Let's see," Lausanne put his toes on his toes and found his face red on the right. "I really convinced you that cooking a dish can hurt your face."

"Hmm..." Annual Ting stared at her without blinking. With such a close look, her forehead was clean, her nose was pretty, her pink and watery lips were all in one, and a pair of bright eyes reflected his shadow. He suddenly throbbed in his heart and bowed his lips to her lips without thinking.

Lausanne raised his head dumbfounded, and met the man with eyes deep like spring water, his heart, and he missed a beat. For a while, he bit his lips that became hot after being kissed by him. Not too much."

"I was just commotion," Ting's face was innocent, and the answer was straightforward, "Lolo, you're really too sultry."

"..."

Lausanne was so blocked that he didn't even know what to say. He just wanted to be crazy. Who was it? Who said, "What did I do? I'll help you see your face."

"I don't know, maybe... I see you care so much about me, I want to kiss," Ting's lips curled slightly every year, and added, "You looked pretty just now."

Lausanne's cheeks were rubbing warm, and he really couldn't calm down. "Nearby, you go out and give your face some medicine, let me do the dishes."

She was wrong, she should not let him cook.

"No, I now find that I suddenly fell in love with cooking," Nian Junting picked up the spatula. "What should I do next."

"...," Lausanne rubbed his eyebrows and had to continue teaching him.

But his technique was so bad that he was splashed with oil several times, the two dishes were all burnt black, and finally he grabbed the spatula in his hand and pushed him out.