The wealthy retired wife: Baby, marry me again!

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Ling Mufeng hesitated for a long time, and when he raised his head, his eyes were firm as if he had made a major decision.

"Okay! I'll bring three hundred tomorrow and pay for today's and tomorrow's meals!"

Ye Zhiqiu was indignant for a long time, Ling Mufeng said joyfully, "Then I'll wash and chop the vegetables."

Then, leaning on crutches, he twisted and walked away. [

Looking at Ling Mufeng's back, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly felt that he was at a disadvantage.

Originally, it was considered a gift to promise him to eat today, but tomorrow...

faint!

This dead thing has already set a trap to let himself get in!

Ye Zhiqiu, who realized something was wrong, rushed into the kitchen immediately.

Ling Mufeng was trying his best to sit down slowly while leaning on the wall, choosing vegetables.

"Ling Mufeng, did you do it on purpose? You set up a trap to cheat me for food and drink? You are not allowed to come tomorrow!"

"how come?"

Ling Mufeng sat on the small bench to choose vegetables, carefully turning his casted leg aside.

He raised his head aggrieved: "Obviously you said it yourself, I owe you money, and I have to pay it back double."

"you!--"

Ye Zhiqiu was very angry, and this happened to be her own words.

I didn't know how to answer for a while, but just stood aside angrily.

It was Ling Mufeng who sniffed and asked, "Did someone come here just now?"

"So what?" Ye Zhiqiu said angrily, "Who do you think, Yishu?"

Ling Mufeng didn't answer now, but frowned slightly, and began to concentrate on choosing dishes again.

After finishing the meal satisfactorily, Ling Mufeng felt extremely happy.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at him with a mean smile, no matter how you looked at it, it was not a taste.

So she stood up and said with a dark face, "Go wash the dishes!"

Ling Mufeng supported the table with his hands and stood up with difficulty relying on crutches.

Seeing his third-class crippled appearance, Ye Zhiqiu sighed, and carried the bowl into the kitchen by himself.

Ling Mufeng looked at Ye Zhiqiu's back, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.