The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

"Did you find out?" There was a chilling coldness in his peach eyes for an instant.

"Not yet. It's incredible that someone here can even decipher our fingerprints."

Nightingale crossed her legs, which seemed indecent, but it was her most dangerous classic move.

"Only the boss, me, Xiaoyan, Lingyin, and Bingyu can enter that data bank. Even Huashen and Lian Chen can't get in, but people who come here can easily break in. They can't stay in the smart library. 5 minutes. How did he break through many barriers and break in? Even I don’t have the ability.”

Nightingale continued to analyze, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was not easy to come. [

"Check! Be sure to find out!"

Tian Junhao raised a cold lip, whoever dares to hit his woman's attention, all of them, don't even think about it.

At this moment, An Ying was sitting in the car going home, after thinking about it, she still sent a message to Tian Junhao.

"Hao, I'll go home first."

After An Ying sent the message, she lay on the back seat of the car and meditated.

What happened to Hao today, he seemed to be particularly sensitive to that Liuli ring, and was particularly repulsive.

Hey, twisted man, she pursed her lips and thought about it.

Haha, go back and make him a dinner, he will be so happy, and he will get rid of the previous anxiety.

It's strange to think about it, although An Ying doesn't have any talent in cooking, but after learning how to make soup for a few days, she is very good at it.

At this moment, she drove all the cooks out of the kitchen, wearing aprons specially.

Alone, humming a ditty, he got busy in the kitchen.

Haha, she wants to cook a bowl of donkey-hide gelatin antler antler fish soup.

An Ying held the recipe, seemed very serious, and added the dishes while reading:

300 grams of water fish meat, 15 grams of donkey-hide gelatin, 5 grams of deer antler, 10 grams of Chinese yam, and 5 grams of longan meat.

The little girl is really serious, she even picked up the sky pan and weighed it, looking meticulous.

Cooking soup for your own man, you really can't be sloppy at all.

An Ying curled the corners of her mouth, imagining that Tian Junhao was drinking the soup she made, and when the corners of her mouth raised Xiaoyan's particularly cheap smile, the corners of her mouth couldn't restrain it from rising, and she felt happy.

Sweet, she never thought that her life would become so sweet.