First Lady

Such a picture made Ming Ye feel a warm current in his heart, and he experienced the feeling of 'home' for the first time, which was never given to him by his parents.

His parents only care about how far his training has reached, what kind of training he can still receive, and when he can inherit the head of the Ming family.

Perhaps in their eyes, he is not a son, but a tool that can take over the Ming family.

Mingye walked over gently, embraced Lanshan from behind, held her completely in his arms, buried her head in the hollow of her shoulder, and murmured: "Shanshan, you are so kind."

Lanshan gave him many touches that he had never had before, and also a very novel life. [

Lan Shan's body froze for a second, then she relaxed immediately, and lightly bumped the man behind her who seemed to be acting coquettishly with her elbow.

"Let go tomorrow night, go and sit down, the meal will be ready later."

This is what to do if a maid sees the living room. Although they didn't deliberately hide it, it's better not to be caught.

Ming Ye refused without even thinking about it: "No, you do yours, I'll hold mine."

It's so boring for him to sit in the living room by himself, how nice it is to hold her like this, and he will feel warm and satisfied in his heart.

Lan Shan rolled her eyes, hugging her like this, how could she cook?

With hands that were still wet, he patted the arms around her waist, and coaxed softly, "Hey, I can't chop vegetables like you, let me go first, okay?"

To deal with Ming Ye, you have to follow his hair, and treat him like a child when necessary, because he often has a childish look in front of her, this is the experience that Lan Shan has summed up.

Ming Ye is really on the road, but there are conditions, he bargained for the price while nibbling on the white and tender skin of the back of Lan Shan's neck.

"Then give me a kiss, give me a kiss and I'll let go."

Lan Shan couldn't laugh or cry, but she knew that if the young master didn't agree with him, he wouldn't let go.

He raised his arms around Ming Ye's neck, pulled it down, and tiptoed to kiss him on the lips.

"Okay, let it go first, she still has to cook for the young master."

Ming Ye grinned, kissed Lan Shan secretly on the cheek, and let go of her arms, "Okay, I'll hug you after cooking."

He didn't leave the kitchen, but stood aside, leaning on the counter and looking straight at Lan Shan, his eyes were full of tenderness.

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