my husband is a killer

Chapter 244 New Life 6
The seaweed and shrimp stuffing was so fresh that he almost bit his tongue, swallowed it in a few mouthfuls, and opened his mouth again:

"More!"

She smiled and fed him another one, and sighed:

"If the business of the porridge shop is not good in the future, then I will have to make you dim sum every night!"

"How come?" He said while eating, "It's only the first day of opening, people don't know how delicious my wife's porridge is, and it will get better gradually!"

She urged him to wash his hands, and let him eat slowly with the plate, and he kept sending it to her mouth, and she didn't want to eat the second after eating one:
"I'm not hungry, you should eat more. You are running alone to decorate and buy things in the porridge shop, and you also buy this and that at home. You must be exhausted during this time!"

She went around behind him, and began to pinch his shoulders with soft hands, but he pressed her hand, and pulled her to sit beside him again:
"Why am I running alone, haven't you been busy with me all the time? You have to cook porridge, pack things, take care of the store, and decorate the house so beautifully. You are also working hard!"

She leaned against his arms with a smile, and looked around with him at the home they had worked hard for more than two months to decorate bit by bit. They lived on the second floor, which is common in Kuching. There are not many rooms. Below is the living room, The kitchen and the storage room are above the bedroom and the guest room, and there is a lawn in front of the house. Although it is not a big place, they have carefully selected furniture and appliances, as well as the small decorations on the dressing table, and have been busy non-stop. It took so long to basically look like a home. At this time, the wall lamp was emitting a soft light, and the old grandparents carved from coconut shells on the dressing table smiled at each other. A string of shell wind chimes hanging on the window jingled, and she couldn't help standing up. , clap your hand at □□:
"This is Mr. Lin's and Mrs. Lin's!"

He patted the closet next to him:

"This is Mr. Lin's and Mrs. Lin's!"

Shoot the past one by one, talk about the past one by one, the last touch of the wind chime, and it rang again crisply and crisply:
"This is also Mr. Lin's and Mrs. Lin's, everything is, this is the home of Mr. Lin and Mrs. Lin!"

He hummed "Fool!" with a deep smile in his eyes, then pointed at her and asked:

"Whose is this?"

She rolled her eyes, bit her smile and shook her head:
"do not know!"

"Don't know?" His expression immediately became unhappy, and as soon as he jumped to her side and grabbed her, he glared fiercely: "You really don't know?"

That fierce look made her immediately succumbed:
"Okay, okay, it belongs to Mr. Lin, it's okay!"

(End of this chapter)