CEO Daddy: Marry One, Get Twins

After saying this, Yi Mei felt that her whole body's blood seemed to coagulate. She looked at the roasted meat in front of her eyes with oil. How could she feel that she suddenly became a piece of meat in a pot, extremely suffering and painful.

"Hiss!" Suddenly, a sneer broke the frozen atmosphere.

Yi Mei holds her eyes in a daze and looks at Zheng Yibing's smile. Her mouth shrinks and her eyes turn red.

"You, what's the matter with you?" Seeing that Yi Mei's eyes were red, she was about to cry. Zheng Yibing was flustered.

"You, you, how can you do this? If you think I'm a pervert, tell me straight. Why do you laugh at me? Besides, don't I just like * *? What's wrong? Well, I don't care about your living habits. You don't need to interfere in your hobbies. You are a bad man Yimei puffs her cheeks, stares at her red eyes and her mouth is full of grievances. She starts to get angry at Zheng Yibing.

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Zheng Yibing grabs her head awkwardly, looks at Yimei's shriveled red lips, full of aggrieved tone, and quickly says: "I, I didn't say you are abnormal, and don't think your hobbies have any special."

"What did you just laugh at?" Yi Rao Yi didn't want to explain it.

"I, I just see you just nervous look, feel cute, and then laugh." Full of embarrassment will finish this sentence, Zheng Yibing's face can not help climbing a touch of red clouds.

The eye socket that has been whirling in the orbit falls down without warning. Yi Mei stares at the round eyes. After listening to Zheng Yibing's words, her brain suddenly has an instant short circuit.

"Oh, you, how did you really cry? I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything else just now. You, don't cry." Seeing that Yimei was really crying, Zheng Yibing was in a panic. He quickly picked up the paper towel on the table, stretched out his arm, and was about to wipe her tears. But just when his hand just touched her small face, he suddenly froze there.

Yi Mei sucked her nose hard. Seeing Zheng Yibing's silly appearance, she chuckled again.

Yimei squints her bright eyes and looks at Zheng Yibing's careful and serious way of wrapping meat for herself. She suddenly feels a sweet feeling in her heart. She takes over the meat from Zheng Yibing with a smile and says in a low voice: "OK, you don't care about me, you also hurry to eat it."

"Bang, I'm not that vulnerable." Petunia pursed her lips. Looking at the roasted meat in the pot, Yimei said quickly, "OK, now that the misunderstanding has been explained clearly, let's hurry to eat. After a long time of roasting, the meat will not taste good."

"Good, good. I'll make it. You can eat it." Hearing what Yimei said, Zheng Yibing nodded quickly, then quickly picked up a piece of lettuce, carefully picked up the roast meat in the pot, dipped it in the sauce, put it in, and finally wrapped it up and handed it to Yimei.

Hearing what Yimei said, Zheng Yibing is relieved. He slowly retracts his arm and smiles awkwardly. "It's better not to cry. I really think it's because I made you unhappy."

"No, no, no, this time I'll wait until you're full." Quickly shaking his head, Zheng Yibing said solemnly.

"OK, OK. I didn't want to cry just now, but I didn't hold back for a moment." Take the paper towel on Zheng Yibing's hand, Yimei road.