honey deal

Then, he finally turned to her: "brother and sister, I hope that such a thing will never happen again, please you and your mother, so that you can take care of yourself."

Such a formal title and tone seemed to be giving an ultimatum.

His words were impeccable, but Pei Xiaowu felt inexplicably upset when he heard it.

What would happen if she or her mother didn't take care of herself?

Divorce her, hum, she can't wait!

"Brother, don't worry, I will pay back the money Feng gave to my mother one day."

The other party glanced over, making her heart tremble with her lungs.

I am afraid that no one but her can understand the meaning in that gaze: What do you pay for, you have nothing but people, and you have nothing to be good at!

Pei Xiaowu's face seemed to be splashed with blood, red from forehead to neck.

"Rui, why didn't you go to work? And Xiao Wu, his face is blushing, maybe he has a fever." Xu Shi went to bed late last night, Ye Qingcheng came a little late today, and as soon as he entered the door, he realized that something was wrong.

Chi Rui's face, which was still frozen just now, suddenly cleared up, "You came just in time, go up and accompany Mom, and persuade her well." As he spoke, he gave her an affectionate push.

"Haha, brother Feng, you must have made my mother angry again. Don't worry, with my pistachio, I promise to make her smile." Bickering with Chi Feng seems to be one of Ye Qingcheng's great pleasures.

"Why is it my fault again? Hey, Qingcheng, please explain clearly to me." Chi Feng called out unconvinced.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly eased.

No wonder everyone likes her. Looking at Ye Qingcheng's beautiful figure, Pei Xiaowu knew that he would never be as good as her in his life.

In the next few days, afraid that Mrs. Chi would be unhappy seeing him, Pei Xiaowu excused that Chi Feng's taste was not good, and the young couple ate alone.

Unexpectedly, her culinary skills were highly praised by the teacher, and she became more and more motivated, cooking different tricks for him every day.

"Xiao Wu, what are you cooking today?" On this day, Chi Feng read a book for a while, and when he heard something going on in the small kitchen, he rolled over happily on his wheelchair.

Pei Xiaowu was kneading noodles and mixing stuffing, so he was extremely busy.

"No cooking today, let's eat dumplings."

It seemed quite fun, Chi Feng rolled up his sleeves, "I'll help you."

"Can you do it? Besides, a dignified master, if you do this, you won't be afraid of being laughed at by others." Seeing that he really washed his hands, Pei Xiaowu thought it was funny.

Chi Feng came over after washing his hands, excitedly: "This is also art, if you don't believe me, take a look, I promise it looks better than yours."

Not to mention, he strives for perfection in everything he does, and the dumplings he makes are also amazing.

"Brother Feng, can I come in?" The knock on the door came along with Ye Qingcheng's melodious voice like an oriole.

Chi Feng's face glowed strangely, "Come in."

"Hee hee, I didn't disturb the world of the two of you, did I?" Ye Qingcheng still remembers the last time he robbed him of his job, and every time he came in, he would block him with these words. When he arrived in the kitchen, he couldn't help but stare wide-eyed: "Hey, what are you guys doing?"

"Go wash your hands and come together, it's fun." Chi Feng was so happy that he yelled childishly.

The three work together, Pei Xiaowu rolls out the skin, and the other two are in charge of stuffing.

"Look at your face, it looks like a cat."

Ye Qingcheng got flour all over her body. Hearing this, she raised her hand to wipe it off, but it turned out to be more and more.

But Chi Feng was laughing nonstop, and immediately yelled, grabbed a handful of flour and wiped his face.

Chi Feng was naturally not reconciled, and did the same thing, the two of them hit each other, having a great time.

The laughter spread outside, first sister Zhou came to check, and then spread the word to ten, ten to hundreds, and the whole house knew that a young master and two current and prospective young mistresses were making dumplings, and it became a joke for a while.

When Chi Rui returned home and was about to go to the upstairs bedroom to change clothes, he saw several servants gathered around the door of his brother's bedroom, poking their heads, fearing that something might happen, and ran over in a hurry.

"what happened?"

When the servants heard the sound, they looked back and coaxed them to disperse. The bold ones pointed to the room while running, beckoning him to go and see for himself.

He had already heard the laughter, so he stepped in without knocking on the door, with his slender legs.

Followed the laughter to the door of the kitchen, and with a bang, a ball flew over and hit the door.

The laughter stopped abruptly, and within ten seconds, the room burst into laughter.

"Who lost it?"

Chi Rui took off the soft and waxy skin on his face and saw that it turned out to be a round skin, and frowned in disgust.

"Her." Chi Feng and Ye Qing pointed at the other person and said in unison.

Pei Xiaowu groaned secretly, if he had known he would come, he wouldn't have thrown her away if he killed her.

"Are you... singing an opera?" Seeing the two faces covered in white powder, her lips twitched involuntarily.

Ye Qingcheng ran forward, grinning and grabbed his face: "Don't keep your face slumped, come here."

"Don't, don't, don't." Chi Rui backed away again and again, avoiding her claws like a plague.

"Yes, yes." Ye Qingcheng got more and more excited, and stepped on his feet directly while wearing slippers. Now he couldn't avoid it, and let the woman "paint" on his face.

Pei Xiaowu tried harder and harder, but he managed to suppress the surge of sour pressure.

It turns out that the so-called mind like still water is not so easy to do.

However, she must do it, no matter how difficult it is.

In his heart, he despised himself fiercely and forced his mind to calm down.

"Hey, can you avoid suspicion?" Someone was still jealous.

Ye Qingcheng stuck out her tongue and got down from his feet, "Go and wash your hands, follow me when you're done."

"Learn from you, I think it's better to forget it." Chi Rui chuckled, took off his suit jacket, and went to the bathroom.

This was the first time he had visited the private space of the young couple. On the marble washstand, his and her toiletries were squeezed together next to each other. There was a familiar jasmine fragrance in the air, and he couldn't help sniffing it.

Suddenly startled, felt that his behavior was a bit absurd, and Ye Qingcheng yelled outside, washed his hands in a hurry, and came out as if fleeing.

At a glance, she saw a pair of white and delicate hands, and deftly turned them three times and two times, and a round skin was formed from under her hands.

Looking up, the little woman lowered her head slightly, with a leisurely smile on the corner of her lips, such a concentrated appearance, it's really a bit... charming.

"Rui, hurry up." Ye Qingcheng only said that he couldn't let go of his figure, glanced at him, and urged.

Damn it, Chi Rui gave a cover-up "Oh" and hurried over.

"Why are you standing so far away?"

Chi Feng and Ye Qingcheng occupied one side of the long table, and Pei Xiaowu was on the opposite side.

Chi Rui naturally picked up his head and stood, but after being reminded by Chi Feng, he found it really inconvenient to work.