First Lady

When Ming Ye walked out of the supermarket carrying a bag of 'high-end' sanitary napkins with a calm face but a churning heart, there were already a dozen people standing behind him and watched him out with indescribable gazes.

In fact, Mingye's face turned red when he left the supermarket, it was the first time the young master had done this in his life, how embarrassing he was!

Back in the hotel room, Lan Shan was already happily eating the soup dumpling and eight-treasure porridge specially delivered tomorrow night.

When Lan Shan saw Ming Ye coming back, she jumped on her happily, her mouth was full of greasy even without eating buns, she hugged Ming Ye and kissed her, leaving a shining mark.

He asked happily: "Mingye Mingye, how did you get it? I haven't eaten such delicious buns for a long time." [

Ming Ye was not annoyed, but instead had a happy face, wrapped her arms around her waist, and walked inside with a bag of sanitary napkins in the other.

"There is a chef in the hotel who is Chinese. I asked him to prepare it yesterday."

It is a bit overkill for a senior chef to make buns and eight-treasure porridge for one person.

Lan Shan originally wanted to praise Ming Ye severely, but when she accidentally saw the bag of things in his other hand, she blushed instantly and twitched a few times: "You...you...why did you buy so much?"

Ming Ye reflexively replied: "I'm afraid you're not enough."

Lan Shan's face blushed again, and she whispered, "This... this is almost enough for me for a year."

"...That... I don't know! The next time you buy it, pay attention... Shanshan, hurry up and eat, it will be cold later." Mingye hurriedly pulled Lanshan to try to change the subject.

After eating, Mingye planned to hug Lanshan to communicate with each other, but who knew that the two of them were just lying on the sofa when there was a knock on the door.

Lan Shan pushed Ming Ye: "Go and open the door!"

Ming Ye frowned and was not very happy. It should be the waiter of the hotel. He had told the manager not to disturb them. Seriously, why did he come again.

Ming Ye thought to himself, if there is nothing particularly important, then come to bother them, and let the manager clean the hall at night.

But after opening the door, Ming Ye felt that it might as well be the hotel waiter who bothered her.

Ming Ye had a gloomy face, waiting for the two people standing in front of him, but he didn't change it, just watched in such an uncertain and air-conditioned manner.

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