The wealthy wife: the black-bellied husband is so charming

Chapter 79
"You're back……"

Jun Qingcheng's tone was ordinary, and he leaned lazily on the sofa, his flaxen hair was not messed up in the slightest.

"How do you..."

Ye Weiliang was taken aback.

Before he finished speaking, he shut his mouth abruptly when he saw the girl walking out of the kitchen.

Those watery eyes that looked clean and flawless, who else could there be except Qin Huan'er.

When Qin Huan'er saw her, she showed a bright smile.Taking off the apron, she thoughtfully pulled her hand to the sofa: "Miss Ye, you are finally back. The president has been waiting for you for a long time."

Ye Weiliang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled disapprovingly.

"Miss Ye, let's have some tea first, the food will be ready soon."

Qin Huan'er put a cup of warm scented tea in Ye Weiliang's palm, and walked into the kitchen again.

There are only Jun Qingcheng and Ye Weiliang in the living room.

Neither of them spoke.

Ye Weiliang held the teacup in his arms, and slowly drank the scented tea one mouthful at a time.She doesn't have any spare money to study the tea ceremony, and she can't taste the difference between Qin Huaner's tea and other scented teas.I just feel that compared to other scented teas, it seems to have a little more fragrance than others.

Ye Weiliang looked at the diligent figure busy in the kitchen, and the feeling of dove occupying the magpie's nest passed quickly.

I don't know where the illusion came from, it made her always feel as if she was the guest.

After a while, Qin Huan'er came out with food.

The meals are hearty, all home-cooked, and the dishes are beautiful.It can be seen that Qin Huan'er still has some skills.

"It's time to eat..." Qin Huan'er smiled into a crescent moon: "How about a taste of my cooking?"

Ye Weiliang's heart seemed to be poked.

She bowed her head in silence.

Never picked up chopsticks.

"Miss Ye, why don't you eat? Don't worry, I often cook by myself when I'm at home. The craftsmanship is very good. Ms. Ye, try it, I'm sure you'll like it." Qin Huan'er put down her chopsticks.

"How about I help you serve a bowl of soup first."

"No."

The silent woman suddenly raised her head.

The dark eyes flickered.

"I ate outside, you can eat slowly, I'm tired, I'll go up to rest first. I won't bother you, sorry."

Jun Qingcheng raised her eyes, her deep eyes were black and deep.

His thin lips were a little pale, and he looked at Ye Weiliang's back without turning his head upstairs without saying a word.

Qin Huan'er saw everything between the two of them, and finally couldn't help it, and pressed her lips together: "Miss Ye, wait a minute."

Ye Weiliang stopped in her tracks, but didn't look back.

"President...President...President..."

"To shut up!"

Before Qin Huan'er finished speaking, she was frightened by Jun Qingcheng's uncharacteristically angry shout.

Ye Weiliang was also startled by Jun Qingcheng's sudden anger, she turned around, only to see the man's pale and terrifying complexion under the light.

The left hand holds the chopsticks, but the right hand is hidden under the table.

Her heart skipped a beat, she opened her eyes wide in disbelief, and ran down the stairs.

Forcibly pulling away Jun Qingcheng's left hand, and half taking off the man's clothes, Ye Weiliang gasped when he saw the wound clearly.

The white gauze did nothing to stop the bleeding.

The blood seeping out was so dazzling that it was impossible to ignore it.

Even so much that the thick gauze was completely wet.

"What's going on?" Ye Weiliang's hands trembled.

Wanting to touch but not daring to really touch the man's wound, tears rolled in the eyes, and they were about to fall.

(End of this chapter)