Mrs. Jiang is arrogant

Chapter 1974

In the living room, Lan Xi propped her head up and looked at the man drinking soup opposite, with a smile on her brows and eyes, sweet in her heart.

In fact, she can't say that she likes to cook, after all, the smell of oily smoke is so strong, and she herself loves beauty, but when she thinks that the man she loves can eat the things she made with her own hands, she is very satisfied.

Therefore, those factors that do not like can also be ignored.

Seeing Lu Hao looking up at her for the nth time, she smiled and said, "Why do you keep looking at me?"

"The soup is delicious." Lu Hao smiled at her.

"If it tastes good, drink a few more bowls." Lan Xi took a spoon and added another spoonful to his bowl.

Lu Hao has already drank two bowls of this soup, and he would definitely not drink it normally, but tonight he seems very thirsty and hungry, and he seems to be able to eat as much as he wants.

After Lu Hao finished eating, Lan Xi wanted to clean up the kitchen, but was stopped by Lu Hao.

"I'll do it," he said.

Lan Xi thought for a while and said, "Let Auntie clean it up tomorrow."

"It's okay, I'll come." Lu Hao insisted.

She cooks the soup, and he should wash the dishes as a matter of course, so that they are like a husband and wife, otherwise he will feel that this relationship is not equal.

In the recent period, he has changed his way of being courteous, not only picking her up to and from get off work for dinner every day, but also giving gifts, which are not the same every time. In fact, he is guilty and wants to make up for the gap between the two of them.

But he also knew that no matter how much material he paid, it would not be worth her true feelings. After all, those things she wanted were easily available, and what she wanted was his sincerity.

Seeing him insisting, Lan Xi didn't stop him. Seeing him washing the dishes clumsily, the water from the faucet hit the bowl, splashing everywhere, and the tens of thousands of C family shirts on his body were wet.

She burst out laughing.

Lu Hao turned back and pressed her, a little helpless and embarrassed, "It's a bit unfamiliar, but I will get used to it in the future."

Lan Xi suppressed a smile and said, "I suddenly remembered a classic line from President Wen."

"Ok?"

She coughed softly, and pretended to be deep and said: "It's harder to wash the dishes than I am talking about billions of bills."

Lu Hao was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"This is too exaggerated."

Lan Xi raised her eyebrows, "But now many authors like to write like this, and the billions they get are worthless like a few dollars."

Lu Hao smiled and said, "Read less novels at night, bad eyes."

Lan Xi thought of the reason why she read novels, and she took it seriously, "I also think I don't need to read novels."

"Ok?"

Lan Xi glanced at him vigilantly, and said, "It's nothing, you wash it quickly, I'm sleepy."

"Okay." Lu Hao turned his head and concentrated on washing the dishes.

After the kitchen was cleaned up, the two returned to the bedroom.

Lu Hao went to the bathroom to take a shower. Lan Xi picked up the shirt he had left on the sofa and was about to throw it into the laundry basket.

She remembered that he was coming home late tonight. Out of a woman's vigilance, she smelled it. There was no feminine fragrance, only a faint smell of oil, which should have been contaminated in the kitchen.

She threw the clothes into the laundry basket and walked towards the bed, suddenly something flashed in her mind, she turned her head to stare at the laundry basket in the corner, her eyes were sharp, as if she wanted to poke a hole out of it.

It seems that this is not the first time his clothes are stained with oil, no, it seems that there is still a smell of oily smoke, but he doesn't go into the kitchen very much.

At this moment, the bathroom door opened, and Lu Hao came out. Seeing Lan Xi standing by the bed in a daze, he asked, "Why aren't you sleeping? Are you sleepy?"

Lan Xi came back to his senses and smiled at him, "I'll sleep right away."

She lay down on the bed and looked at the man standing over the sofa wiping his hair. Even such a simple action was very attractive when he did it.

The corner of her mouth twitched, and a smile appeared on her face, probably because she was thinking too much.

(End of this chapter)