Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 228 You Are Tastier Than Chicken Wings

Yan Chuyan was shocked again, she pursed her lips guiltyly, and said in a weird tone: "Who wants to see you, narcissist, I'm leaving."

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A week passed.

Yan Tianhua, who was convalescing in the inpatient building of Clever Hospital, recovered very well and was able to get out of bed and move around freely.

When Yan Tianhua was kidnapped by Qin Shou, there was a fierce conflict between the two sides. Qin Shou held a grudge against Yan Chuyan, so he vented his anger on her adoptive father. It was not enough to cut off one of his hands. He kidnapped him once and raped him. , tragically broke three ribs in the left chest cavity and damaged the heart.

If the people from Beiming Haoting had not tracked down the location of the kidnapping in time, he would not be in this world now.

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in the kitchen.

Yan Chuyan simply tied up a loose bun and wore an apron, looking like a housewife, preparing today's breakfast in front of Liulitai.

Beiming Haoting came over wearing a bathrobe, leaning lazily against the kitchen door, arms crossed, staring at her deeply with deep blue eyes, with a wicked smile on his lips.

Knowing that he was coming, Yan Chuyan tilted her head to look at him, pointed to the baked bread and milk on the counter, and smiled strangely, "Come here and help me get the toast and milk out."

Seeing this, Beiming Haoting raised his eyebrows, clasped his hands together and stretched, straightened his back, straddled his slender legs and walked straight over to serve the plate.

Yan Chuyan narrowed her eyes and put the cooked chicken wings on the plate.

Suddenly, Beiming Haoting put down the bread plate and walked to her side restlessly.

After she put down the plate full of coke chicken wings, Beiming Haoting hugged her into his arms, covering hers with hot thin lips.

Yan Chuyan was taken aback for a moment, blinking her apricot eyes to look at the handsome face who was close at hand.

The next second, warm fingertips touched her cheek, Beiming Haoting kissed her domineeringly, pressed his wet and hot long tongue against her teeth, pried them open little by little, and leaned over them wantonly, crazily and passionately Surrounded by her sweetness.

He misses her!I've been thinking about it for a whole week!
"Hmm..." Yan Chuyan suddenly regained consciousness, but it was already too late.

She clenched her hands into fists, pressed against his chest subconsciously, and pushed him hard.

However, there is a huge disparity in strength between men and women, and her resistance seems to have no effect at all.

Beiming Haoting picked her up and sat on the cooking table, staring at her with deep blue eyes, as if staring at a prey that was about to eat.

She has a background in nursing and has taken physiology classes, so she knows very well - men's morning bath thoughts are the strongest!

There were two touches of emotional blush on Yan Chuyan's face, her slender legs were tightly closed, and her face was vigilant and wary of him.

Beiming Haoting's eyes froze, as if he knew something, his big palm immediately grabbed her hands, making her unable to move.

Yan Chuyan was startled and bit her lower lip nervously.

Suddenly, Xing's eyes lit up, and he immediately shouted: "Eat breakfast! Chicken wings don't taste good when they're cold."

Beiming Haoting stared at her meaningfully with his deep blue eyes, and said with an evil smile, "No hurry, you taste better than chicken wings."

"..."

The atmosphere in the kitchen is ambiguous and dangerous, and the hot particles in the air are about to expand.

"If you do this again, I won't cook delicious food for you in the future!" Yan Chu's complexion darkened, and his black and white almond eyes showed a serious look.

"Eat breakfast." Beiming Haoting changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book.

Suddenly, he reached out to pick up the delicious plate of Coca-Cola chicken wings behind her, and the smile on his lips was like a cosmos blooming in winter.

(End of this chapter)