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

When An Ying woke up in a daze, the night was already deep, beside her was Hao's sleeping cheek.

The tightly closed eyes removed his majesty, and his beautiful face was as harmless as a baby's.

An Ying took Kai Hao's arm around her waist, got out of bed carefully, dragged her playful slippers, and walked towards the kitchen.

Being tossed by Tian Junhao really exhausted her energy, and now her stomach was rumbling again, she woke up from hunger.

Thinking of the helplessness of being alone in the school toilet, my heart is still in shock. [

Those girls are too bad, how could they bully her like this.

However, fortunately, there is her Hao.

Leaving aside his ravages, there was a sweet curve on the corner of An Ying's mouth.

In the middle of the night, I didn't want to wake up the servant, so I was alone in the kitchen, put on an apron, and started working leisurely.

Usually, she doesn't need to do anything at all. For ten years, she has been living a life of a parasite.

However, fried rice with eggs shouldn't be difficult, An Ying thought confidently.

Occasionally, she would sneak into the kitchen to learn some cooking skills secretly.

Tonight is the time to show off her skills. She hummed a ditty and played egg flowers, her heart was full of sunshine.

"doing what?"

Suddenly, a deep male voice came from behind, like a murmur when he was not awake, with a trace of laziness.

An Ying turned her head, just in time to see Tianjun Haoxin's long body leaning against the door,

Without the majesty and fierceness of the day, all kinds of amorous feelings flowed from his body,

An Ying couldn't help swallowing, and cursed in her heart:

This man looks so ecstasy, years can't leave a single scratch on his body, it's really enviable.

Uh, I don't know how old Hao is today. When I saw him when I was a child, he looked like this. I guessed that he should be more than 30, but it seems that he is really only 25-[-].

"Ho, how old are you?"

"One thousand five hundred and twenty one years old."

!!!

What kind of international joke, "Isn't that a thousand-year-old demon?"[

"You despise me for being old?" Tian Junhao's tone was a little displeased. He is indeed a thousand-five-two-year-old, a thousand-year-old demon.

"Haha, how come, Hao is not old." An Ying smirked, thinking to herself, it's fine if you don't tell me, one thousand five hundred and twenty one years old, only a ghost would believe it.