The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

There is no nightmare and no alert. It's like finding a peaceful and reliant harbor.

The sun fell on his face, and Puxi stretched out and sat up from the bed.

The whole house was quiet, but her clothes were already stacked on the bedside table.

Suxi's eyes rolled around and quickly opened the safe in the bedside table.

She thought she must be empty again.

Since Ji Mingyu knew that she would steal the secrets of Ji's family, how could she give her a chance?

But the safe opened, but she was dumbfounded.

Because of the brown file bag, it was placed quietly in the safe like that.

Su Xi's breath was a little quick, and he was about to take out the document bag, but he heard the sound of the door lock turning.

She was startled, quickly closed the cabinet door, quickly jumped into bed, pretending she was still asleep.

The steady footsteps approached the bed a little.

Then, even with her eyes closed, she felt a shadow rolling towards herself.

It was accompanied by warm breathing.

Then, a soft kiss fell on her eyebrows, nose, and eyes, and the next one would fall on her lips.

Puxi bounced from the bed violently, blushing like a cooked shrimp.

She stared fiercely at the man in front of her and gritted her teeth: "Ji Mingyu, don't go too far."

The man on the opposite side was dressed in casual clothes, tall and tall, with a good temperament, a handsome face, and a cold and indifferent look, but he was so shameless and shameless in his bones!

Ji Mingyu said the same: "Wake up and have breakfast, these are your favorite."

Suxi looked suspiciously.

This man and himself have only known each other for a few days, do they know what they like to eat the most?

With Ji Mingyu's insistence, Suxi had to wash and start to enjoy breakfast.

At the moment when Lily Lotus Seed Porridge just entered, Suxi froze, "This taste..."

A low voice came from the man's ear, "What's wrong? Unsatisfactory?"

No, how can it be unpleasant?

It should be said to be too tasteful.

Just now Ji Mingyu said it was her favorite, and she still didn't believe it.

But at this time, she felt that she had never eaten such a delicious porridge.

Even more so than her own superb cooking skills.

Su Xi looked at Ji Mingyu with a complex look, "It's delicious, your chef's craft is really good."

"Thank you for your compliment." Ji Mingyu said blankly, "If you like it, I can make it for you every day."

"Cough...cough cough...!!!"

Suxi was choked by the porridge in his mouth and coughed repeatedly.

Ji Mingyu gently patted her several times before she eased over.

Looking at his eyes with tenderness, helplessness and tolerance, it is like spoiling a child who is holding it in his palm.

Suxi inexplicably blushed and whispered: "You, you said you made this breakfast? How is it possible?"

Don Tangji's grand master actually make breakfast?

And can it be so delicious?

You lied to her?

Ji Mingyu smiled a little smile at the corner of his eyebrows, "Xi'er doesn't believe it, you can take a good look at her husband's craft at noon."

Who is your husband?

Suxi was about to get angry, but the door was pushed open, and the two little guys came running excitedly.

Three or two times, he climbed to the side of Suxi, sticking her tightly from left to right, but squeezed Ji Mingyu away.

Tangtang tilted his head and asked, "Mother, why are you there? We didn't find you in your room just now. Did you sleep with your father last night?"