The army commander takes love, and the warm wife is poisonous

Shenmu did not recover her for the time being, and Su Yan was not in a hurry, guessing that Shenmu had encountered some troubles, and the matter between Feng Jue and Yemen could not be resolved overnight, and it didn't matter if it took a little time.

Moreover, because her hand was injured, she even didn't have to cook for a while, Fengjue would send someone to deliver food to her at noon, and he would come back to cook for himself at night.

So, for the past few days, the first thing he did when he came home was to go back to the bedroom and change into casual clothes, and then go to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Miss Su sometimes watched TV while waiting for the feeding, and sometimes ran into the kitchen to make trouble.

Most of the time, she leans at the door and watches the man in the kitchen cooking elegantly and dignifiedly. She doesn't know what it's like to cook by herself, and she doesn't know what it's like for men from other families to cook. However, she Very, very sure, the appearance of her man cooking is absolutely instant, and everyone will be fascinated.

Slender, straight, serious, focused, and meticulous, plus that casual clothes, he becomes a good man in the new century in a second.

Miss Su is often so fascinated that she doesn't remember her last name.

Sure enough, as soon as Feng Jue looked up, he saw his little woman standing at the door of the kitchen, like a gatekeeper, and immediately a little green beast appeared in his heart.

This woman doesn't know what danger is, what is interference, right? How can she be driven away? The kitchen is such a big place, and when she comes in, she bumps her arms and legs, relying on it, of course he is Liu Xiahui , sit still?

Typical lesson learned.

So, Master Jue raised the corners of his lips, smiled gracefully, and said in a low voice, "Yanyan, come here."

Feng Shiqi is cold-tempered and has a bad temper. Apart from being good-looking, his shortcomings are all shortcomings. I didn't expect that the word "elegance" could be applied to him one day.

She wants to be a nymphomaniac. The so-called love of beauty is human nature. She is getting more and more cute and good-looking men.

So, he didn't know exactly what happened right away, and walked towards him in a daze, subconsciously thinking that he needed her to help him with something, or chop and wash vegetables or something.

So when Feng Jue turned off the burning flame very smoothly, and stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms, he was taken aback by surprise.

Before she could say anything, he leaned against the table behind her, held her face and kissed her.

Su Yan was stunned for a few seconds, isn't she cooking?Isn't he preparing dinner, why did this happen all of a sudden? She remembered that Feng Shiqi's cooking was just like work, he was very serious and focused, and even drove her out of the kitchen time and time again.

It's just that she wants to stay with the idea that she can't see his hand once less once it's healed, but... how did this happen?

Why does she feel that Feng Shiqi wants to eat her?

"Yanyan," he bit her lip lightly every time, and directly lifted her skirt up with his hand, as if he was going straight.

Su Yan panicked, and screamed while his kiss was gradually falling, "This is the kitchen, Feng Shiqi, don't mess around."

After yelling, she deeply regretted it. First, based on her understanding of him, if he really wanted to mess with her, it would be of no use at all. Second, she saw the evil in his eyes. The flame seemed to be burning more vigorously.

Is she... digging her own grave?

"Yan Yan," his lips moved up, and his hand immediately replaced his previous action of raging on her chest, "Think about it, you see we have done it everywhere, bedroom, bathroom, living room, sofa, dining room ..."

As if he wanted to torture her nerves, he spoke every word extremely slowly, even with endless ambiguity and panting in his tone, "The only thing missing is the kitchen, isn't it?"

Su Yan wanted to struggle, she said so ambiguously, she was forced to go to these messy places, okay, especially...restaurants.

Thinking about it this way, those pictures accidentally appeared in her mind, her face was already so red that it could bleed, but these burned even more.

She turned her face away, and her voice was pretending to be calm, "Don't mess with me, the kitchen is used for cooking, are you going to dye the last piece of pure land in our house so impure?"

She didn't know how failed her voice made these words sound, because she was aroused by Feng Jue, and the picture of the meeting she accidentally saw made her voice extremely charming, It's even completely the taste of anger and coquettishness.

Anyway, it fell into the ears of an already impulsive man, probably the result of turning into a beast in a second.

Su Yan heard it by herself, and wept silently. Isn't this her original intention?

She didn't even know how much her words about our family... teased his mind.

Well, in our family, little women are more and more able to please him when they talk.

"Purity," he teased her, "Miss Su, do you have to be so hypocritical? Enjoy as much as you want, you don't know that I've wanted to do you here for a long time."

Every time he sees her busy figure in the kitchen, he will feel particularly impulsive, especially impulsive, especially impulsive, and has been enduring it, who made her send it over and over again.

If he doesn't eat, he's not a man anymore.

Su Yan supported his shoulders, and begged pitifully, "It's daytime, so why don't you wait until night?"

In broad daylight, doing such things, she is very reserved and has psychological barriers, okay?

But how could Feng Jue care about her, not to mention that he had no choice but to launch now, this villa is his, there is no one extra inside and out, even the neighbors next door don't know how far apart, how could they If you mess around here again, no one can see it, okay?

What's more, he really hated Su Yan's so-called reservedness that was actually hypocritical. Except for the two times when she took the initiative without technical content, she was only willing to lie down and enjoy it.

He is quite cold and glamorous in his heart, I see how long you can be hypocritical, he doesn't believe that he can't train her to improve.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah every time it is delayed until before zero o'clock, I am very sad and indignant