Quick Transmigration:He's Affected Again

Dong Shuming couldn't wake up at all. He seemed to have lost his sense and only let out his animal nature, regardless of Chen Yan.

Chen helpless only had to chop his hand, he was knocked out before the system to help him repair the wound.

When I thought of someone who could bite him.

It's just that the wound has been repaired, but there are still red blood stains on the sheets.

If you don't know, I'm afraid it's a small murder scene.

But Chen Yan was really tired. He asked the system to find a way to clean the sheets and then went to sleep.

He put his arm around Dong Shuming's waist and sighed before going to bed: "if you were not my wife, I would have killed you with a fist."

The system suddenly cut in a word: "host, at this should be emotional moment, why do you want to say this northeast big scum taste of words."

Chen Yan ignored it and fell asleep with his wife who was knocked unconscious.

System:

The host ignores me. Is it necessary for this system to continue.

See in the pit host so much business expenses, or continue to do it.

Sure enough, just like Chen Yan thought, the next day, when he got to bed together, Shuming could not remember anything at all.

Chen Yan felt that he didn't remember anything, so as not to add to his mind, otherwise he would think wildly.

Chen Yan is learning to steam steamed bread with his aunt who is cooking at home recently. Forgive him for his once straight man's obsession with this kind of thing.

He didn't want to show up in front of Dong Xiuming. In addition to pruning the flowers and plants, he started the business of steaming steamed bread.

Chen Yanzhen thinks that Mrs. and Mrs. buns are so cute.

As cute as his wife.

His wife is really soft and sweet when she sleeps in bed in the morning and curls up in a ball, just like the rabbit steamed bread he learned to steam recently.

If he was not afraid to disturb Dong Shuming's sleep, Chen Yan would like to press people to do some exercises every morning.

The kitchen is spacious and open, on the first floor of the villa. Chen Yan's hands are full of white residue, but his expression is very serious, his hand is very clever to pinch a rabbit shape, a sense of achievement of 100 points.

Next to the aunt in praise of him: "Mr. is very talented, do more than the store to sell more beautiful."

Chen Yan immediately said, "this thing really depends on the talent. You see, I don't know how to learn it. There's no way. God wants people to order something. It's not difficult."

My aunt is already 50 years old, and her son is about the same age as Chen Yan. She always has a feeling for her son. As for Dong Xiuming, he has a bad temper. The rest of the servants in the villa were dismissed because of him. In fact, his aunt didn't dare to contact Dong Xiuming.

"Yes, sir. It's really hard to learn these things by yourself even if you are so kind." Aunt smile, although the maintenance is appropriate, but the corner of the eye or many fine lines.

She went to Chen Yan's back, careful and gentle, "Sir, it's a little light here. You can make it heavier. And here, if you use a cutter, you can make it more beautiful... " Say, let Chen Yan hold the knife, his hand on Chen Yan, let him feel the strength of the knife.

The aunt took the cook's certificate, and she also had some experience in steamed bread and cakes. Chen Yan did as she corrected, listening carefully and ordering from time to time.

Until the sound of kicking open the table and chair broke the silence.

"What are you doing?"

Dong Xiuming is wearing a black family uniform today. When his face is gloomy, his whole body exudes anger. He has no tenderness when he just gets up.

The tables and chairs placed in the kitchen were all over the place by him. The original spacious and clean kitchen was a bit messy because the tables and chairs were kicked disorderly.

Chen Yan frowned unhappily, "what are you doing?"