Contracted Husband: Doting on His Wife to the Bone

In the love house, the kitchen where four people were busy seemed particularly harmonious at this time.

Feng Ranran started cooking, An Haoran was responsible for handling the ingredients, and Chu Yue and Ji Ze were behind.

The few people cooperated well. Maybe the only problem was that Ji Ze always wanted to talk to An Haoran.

An Haoran didn't speak and just worked silently. Feng Ranran didn't want to speak either. Her relationship with An Haoran could only be that of strangers.

Now she is live broadcasting. As an artist, she has finally become famous. Things like divorce must not be known to the public, especially since she has so many negative fans now.

However, she didn't speak, but An Haoran did.

"It will be finished later, leave the rest to me."

Feng Ranran didn't know what she wanted to do, so she nodded. An Haoran had nothing to do with her anyway, so she could do whatever she wanted.

Because there was help, the meal usually took one or two hours to cook, but today it was completed in one hour, but the chicken soup still had to be simmered, and then Feng Ranran took Chu Yue out to bring the dishes out.

Ji Ze stayed in the kitchen to serve the meal. At this time, An Haoran and him were the only ones left. The two of them were extremely jealous when they met, and neither could tolerate the other.

Ji Ze looked down on An Haoran very much. He didn't have the right to intervene because An Haoran and Feng Ranran got married. But now he clearly doesn't cherish it and both of them are divorced. Why should he consider himself Feng Ranran's lover?

An Haoran's treatment of Ji Ze is actually similar.

Is there anything he doesn't know about Jize's attentiveness to Feng Ranran over the years?
But he could no longer be angry or jealous because of this matter, and he didn't even have the right to be jealous, because he had let the person go on his own initiative.

The two of them talked about something else in the kitchen. When they came out, Ji Ze's face was obviously not very good, and he ran to Feng Ranran for comfort.

Lin Yi was very scornful of this junior member of the Ji family who always pretended to be pitiful and weak, so when Ji Ze acted as if he was being bullied again, he sneered.

Situ Yan happened to be next to Lin Yi. When she heard him laughing, she asked curiously: "What are you laughing at?"

Lin Yi glanced at Ji Ze and Feng Ranran: "Nothing, I just saw a nice white lotus."

"Where?" Situ Yan looked around and couldn't see anything.

Lin Yi randomly found a topic and brought this matter up.

The food in the restaurant is set, but An Haoran hasn't come out yet.

Feng Ranran didn't want to have any contact with An Haoran anymore, so she just sat in her original position and didn't move.

On the contrary, Lu Qingrou was the first to get up: "Brother Haoran, do you still need help?"

An Haoran shook his head and asked everyone to eat first: "The food may not be enough. I will make another one and you eat first."

Even if he said so, the others didn't want to eat first, so they decided to wait for him. Not long after, the smell came from the kitchen again, and it was even more fragrant than the food on the table.

About ten minutes later, An Haoran came out, brought a bowl of vegetables, and then went to the kitchen to get the chicken soup.

Now, the eight people were finally ready, and everyone sat down to eat.

How to sit was another question, but none of them were pushy or rigid people, so they didn't deliberately discuss the matter and all sat casually.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one wanted to sit down first. Xue Zhe had no worries and sat in the first row on the left first. Chu Yue immediately sat opposite her, and even sat Feng Ranran next to her.

Ji Ze wanted to sit on the left side of Feng Ranran, but he didn't expect to be overtaken by Lin Yi, so he had to sit on the opposite side.

The seat next to Lin Yi was quickly occupied by Situ Yan, and the seat next to Ji Ze was also occupied by Lu Qingrou. The last seat was undoubtedly reserved for An Haoran.

An Haoran took off his bib and came out of the kitchen. When he saw the seating order, he just frowned slightly, said nothing, and sat in the remaining seat.

During the meal, everyone was praising Feng Ranran for her good cooking skills. Lu Qingrou also praised her, but she praised An Haoran more.

"Brother Haoran, I really didn't expect you to know how to cook."

The two of them knew each other well. They were friends who grew up together. An Haoran used to have an eldest son who was indifferent to grains, so Lu Qingrou was really shocked that he suddenly became good at cooking.

"Yeah, I learned it from my ex-wife."

An Haoran quietly threw his brother's thunder at the dinner table.

Lin Yi, Ji Ze and Lu Qingrou knew best who this ex-wife was.Lin Yi sneered: "I didn't expect Mr. An to be able to go to the hall and the kitchen."

These words were originally meant to hurt An Haoran, but unexpectedly, An Haoran found them useful.

Hearing this, the smile on Lu Qingrou's face was a little stiff, and she almost couldn't maintain it.

Situ Yan was a little curious. She really didn't know much about this matter: "Hey, Brother Haoran was married before?"

She looked at her friend and found that Lu Qingrou's face didn't look good, and she knew in her heart that this was probably true.

Netizens were also furious at this time.

【Come on, rely on it! ! !Who knows who Mr. An’s ex-wife is? ? ? 】

[The raging spirit of gossip is ignited, so why did Mr. An divorce his ex-wife. 】

[Could it be that the ex-wife got divorced because she couldn't stand Mr. An? It seems that Mr. An still has lingering feelings for his ex-wife. 】

[What woman is so powerful that she can’t even look down on a man like Mr. An! ! ! 】

[I just want to know who my ex-wife is. 】

As soon as Situ Yan's question came out, not only the guests in the restaurant looked over curiously, but also the audience in the live broadcast room paid close attention.

Feng Ranran's hand under the table tightened slightly, and cold sweat broke out on her palms for no reason.

He was afraid that An Haoran would expose himself in the next second.

"Yes." An Haoran smiled, with a rare hint of tenderness on his face.

Everyone present could see that An Haoran's feelings for his ex-wife were probably not that simple.

"Who is it?" Situ Yan asked next.

Chu Yue and Xue Zhe were the two unaware people, and they also pricked up their ears.

Feng Ranran, who was drinking water, soon choked and kept coughing until her face turned red.

Ji Ze quickly handed her a tissue, patted her back, and waited until she felt better before speaking: "Slow down, don't be in a hurry."

Then he looked at Situ Yan and said with some disapproval: "Miss Situ, I think it would be better to inquire less about other people's private affairs."

Situ Yan was angry: "I'm not asking about your personal affairs."

Lin Yi also spoke at this time: "By the way, those who are successfully matched will go out on a date tonight, and those who are not successfully matched will stay in the love cabin."

Situ Yan's attention was immediately attracted.

"Hey, it seems that only Sister Qingrou and Xue Zhe have successfully matched now. It seems that the only ones who haven't successfully matched are you and me. Lin Yi, you see, we are still very destined."

Lin Yi: ...

Xue Zhe also spoke: "Based on my past shooting experience, the program team should not allow more than half of the pairs to be successfully matched."

Lu Qingrou bit her lower lip, then smiled and asked in a gentle tone: "Which pair among the four of them do you think is the most successful pairing?"

Although there was a warm smile on her face, Lu Qingrou was still praying in her heart, hoping that Ji Ze and Feng Ranran could become a couple.

Lin Yi quite likes to cause trouble at this time, especially trouble with An Haoran.

"I think it's most likely Ran Ran and Ji Ze, Chu Yue and Mr. An."

Some people are happy about this guess, and some are worried about it.

Ji Ze and Lu Qingrou naturally wanted it, but someone who had not spoken seemed to be unhappy.

The sleeves of his hands were rolled up to his elbows and rested on the table of the dining table, exposing half of his wrists, showing a sense of strength that was different from his own.

He pushed up his glasses and said as if unintentionally: "Maybe it's just the opposite, but not necessarily." (End of Chapter)