Paranoid cold master's treasure

Chapter 127 Yes, I Can't Part It
Accompanied by the warm body, the unique fragrance of the little woman attacked Song Zehan's back.

His breathing stopped suddenly, and after hearing her naughty voice, the corners of his mouth curled up in a helpless arc.

Thinking that there was still some time, he raised his hands cooperatively.

Ruan Shiyan smiled contentedly.

"Well, because your wife is so good-looking, I will let you go today."

Song Zehan: "..."

Ruan Shiyan let go of Song Zehan resolutely, and before turning around and running out of bed, she even patted his head.

Although she expressed her liking with this pat, Song Zehan immediately thought of the scene of Ruan Shiyan pat A Fenggou's head.

No matter what you think, it's all the same.

Song Zehan frowned slightly.

No, I have to get rid of her habit in the future.

Ruan Shiyan ran to the previous room, stood in front of the sink, looked at herself in the mirror with faint dark circles, and suddenly felt a little melancholy.

She didn't sleep well last night, and woke up several times throughout the night, otherwise she wouldn't have woken up when Song Zehan just got up.

Maybe it was because he knew that Song Zehan was going to country D today, and he would be separated from him for several days, and he was reluctant to part with it, so he fell in lovesickness ahead of time.

"Ruan Shiyan, not long ago, you called your brother elder brother short. It's only been a few days since you resumed your husband and wife status? Why are you so worthless? So reluctant?"

Ruan Shiyan patted her face, stared at the mirror with her mouth flattened, and sighed helplessly.

"Oh, yes, I can't bear it."

Even if I was complained about being useless, I still couldn't bear it.

She finished washing as quickly as possible and ran out of the room.

He was about to take advantage of Song Zehan's morning exercise and go to the kitchen to make him breakfast, but he didn't know why Song Zehan, who was supposed to be doing morning exercise in the yard, suddenly appeared in the kitchen.

Before she could put on her apron, she was carried out of the kitchen by Song Zehan.

"Song Zehan, you... you, let me go!"

Song Zehan didn't stop, but his thoughts drifted to that morning half a year ago.

At that time, he was going on a business trip early in the morning, so Ruan Shiyan changed her previous habit of sleeping in and sneaked into the kitchen to make breakfast for him.

If he hadn't been attracted to the kitchen by the crackling sound made by a certain "kitchen demolitionist", if he had gone later, he might have seen her performing iron pot stewing himself online.

He didn't want to experience this horrible experience again.

Ruan Shiyan was directly carried into the restaurant by Song Zehan and put on the dining chair.

Ruan Shiyan gave Song Zehan a dissatisfied look, her brain wanted to leave, but her body was too frightened to move under his gaze.

Forget it, for safety's sake, she'd better protest verbally.

"Song Zehan, I just want to make you breakfast, why don't you let me do it? I'm not as delicate as you think, okay?"

Song Zehan glanced at her with distaste, took out his phone, and bowed his head to type.

Song Zehan: [The kitchen is too fragile. 】

Ruan Shiyan: [? ? ? 】

Could it be that she misunderstood?Song Zehan didn't feel sorry for her, but the kitchen?
Ruan Shiyan suddenly felt a little worried.

Ruan Shiyan: [Why is the kitchen so fragile?Can I still blow up the kitchen? 】

Song Zehan: [Yes. 】

Ruan Shiyan: […]

This guy, who returned so quickly, made it seem like she really blew up.

Oh, how is this possible?

She is Master Yan, how can it be difficult to get her for such a trivial matter as cooking?
nonexistent!

Since she is not allowed to cook breakfast, when he comes back from a business trip, she must cook a big meal to impress him!

Ruan Shiyan was imagining Song Zehan's surprise after seeing the big meal she cooked, but Song Zehan's cell phone rang.

(End of this chapter)