Robbery of a wealthy family: Husband in prison marriage is too cruel

Lin Xinran quickly explained: "Young Master Yang, I don't think barbecue is vulgar, I just, just..."

Xia Meng put her arms around her shoulders and looked at Lin Xinran's embarrassed posture with great interest: "Just what?"

Lin Xinran gave Xia Meng a hard look, then put away the thorns all over her body, lowered her eyes and hands, looking weak and pitiful.

"I haven't learned how to grill. I wanted to surprise Young Master Yang by doing it myself. Who knew that such a simple barbecue is actually a technical job."

She paused, and she was about to cry: "It's my fault that I did bad things with good intentions and made young master Yang unhappy. Young master Yang, I'm sorry."

Originally, it would be annoying to be courteous without skills, but when Lin Xinran said so, Yang Chenjin could not blame her.

After all, judging from these words, Lin Xinran also had "good intentions".

He waved his hand: "Forget it, you are a big star, and you are naturally delicate. It's normal that you haven't been exposed to these rough jobs."

Turning his head, he summoned the staff on the side and asked the staff to help with the barbecue.

Yang Chen was protecting Lin Xinran, Xia Meng scoffed and said nothing more.

Chu Qingli's first round of results came out, with a rich aroma and attractive color.

Xia Meng giggled and ran away after catching half of it, eating so much oil that her mouth was full, regardless of her image.

Su Ming watched and shook his head: "Xia Meng, you are a daughter of a famous family, if your family sees this eating, you must be severely reprimanded."

Xia Meng's eyes flowed, a strange color was too fast for people to catch, and he snorted: "I want you to take care of it! It's not an important banquet, and you have to pay attention to etiquette, aren't you tired?"

Su Ming shrugged: "Pretend I didn't say anything."

Xia Meng ate very quickly, and finished her portion in the blink of an eye.

She looked eagerly at the remaining goods on the plate, and secretly reached out her hand.

With sharp eyes, Su Ming slapped her hand off without hesitation: "This is Xiaoli's, if you want to eat it, do it yourself."

Xia Meng waved his fist at him: "Su Ming, have you noticed that sometimes you are very flat?"

Su Ming didn't take it seriously: "Can I understand that this is a reaction from embarrassment to anger?"

Xia Meng snorted: "Psychopaths have wide thinking, this is your freedom."

Chu Qingli shook her head helplessly: "Stop arguing, Xiaomeng can eat it if she likes it, anyway, it doesn't taste good when it's cold, I can bake new ones."

Xia Meng unceremoniously grabbed the remaining skewers on the plate, and made a funny face at Su Ming: "Did you hear that, the master didn't say anything, you're the only one who is troublesome."

Su Ming shook his head: "You are also kind."

"I don't want to eat for free, Xiaoli, you bake it first, and I'll show you my skills when it's my turn next time."

Su Ming glanced at the plate in front of Yang Chenjin: "Are you sure you can?"

Xia Meng sneered: "Do you think everyone is a charming young lady who doesn't touch Yang Chunshui?"

Su Ming smiled: "Whether it is true or not, it will be convincing only when the results are accepted."

"Then you wait."

Yang Chenjin likes to barbecue, but that doesn't mean his skills are good.

Even with the help of the staff, the finished products baked by him and Lin Xinran are still inferior in appearance and taste.

After eating half of the food he made, his brows frowned slightly.

He looked up at Chu Qingli.

A new round of finished products came out, and she was asking Xia Meng and Su Ming to pack them on plates.

The food looks good, her pear vortex is sweeter, the aroma is lingering, and it is delicious.

"Young Master Yang, I finally baked beautiful and delicious food." Lin Xinran cheered, and came over with a plate.

Yang Chen didn't even look at her.

Lin Xinran was immersed in the excitement of harvesting the fruits, and shyly handed the plate to Yang Chenjin.

"Young Master Yang, try it, the baked food is full of color and fragrance, it must be delicious."

Yang Chen motioned for her to put the plate on the table in front of her: "You eat."

"Food is still scarce, you eat first, and I will make new ones." Lin Xinran put down the plate, and ran away happily to continue learning how to grill with the staff.

Yang Chenjin's eyes fell on the plate on the table, and a gleam of disgust flashed in his eyes.

Insiders watch the doorway, laymen watch the fun.

The appearance of this plate of food is indeed better than the previous ones, which makes people more appetizing.

But he could tell at a glance that it was not cooked at all.

Push the plate away and stand up.

He doesn't like to be a test subject, something that Lin Xinran dare not eat, give him?

joke.

Chu Qingli put the baked food on the plates, wiped the sweat from the corners of his forehead, and the corners of his mouth curved happily.

Xia Meng smiled and reached out to take it, and said: "Xiaoli's craftsmanship is nothing to say, almost all the baked food fell into my stomach. Let me first say that I don't want to leave it to you, but I have never had a taste for delicious food." What resistance...uh~"

In a blink of an eye, there was a hand that was faster than her, but within seconds, the plate was gone.

Xia Meng raised her eyebrows and looked in the direction of that hand. She wanted to start cursing, but when she saw who was coming, she swallowed back the words that came to her lips.

Su Ming was surprised: "Chen Jin, why are you here?"

And rob them of their food?
What a rare situation.

"The atmosphere here is good." Yang Chenjin said expressionlessly, followed the plate to find a seat and sat down.

Xia Meng gritted her teeth slightly and reminded in a low voice, "Young Master Yang, this is baked by Xiaoli for us."

"Huh?" Yang Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at her indifferently.

Xia Meng was suddenly at a loss, lowered her eyes, and her mouth was not flexible.

"I didn't say anything."

Su Ming shook his head: "Chen Jin, don't provoke the little girl if you have nothing to do."

Yang Chen squinted at him: "What's your food?"

Su Ming cast a glance in Chu Qingli's direction, "No."

It's just that I feel sad for Chu Qingli.

"Then be as quiet as a chicken." Yang Chen felt Su Ming's gaze, and his tone was very unfriendly.

Even though he doesn't like Chu Qingli and knows Su Ming's flaws, Su Ming's affection for Chu Qingli is still a hurdle in his heart.

He couldn't ignore what happened yesterday morning.

Su Ming knew what Yang Chenjin was referring to, wanted to explain, opened his mouth, and swallowed the words back.

Emotional matters are like people knowing how warm and cold the drinking water is, and outsiders intervene too much, which will only make things worse.

The silence of the two men filled the air with invisible gunpowder smoke.

Xia Meng looked at Yang Chenjin, then at Su Ming, rolled her eyes, turned around knowingly, and went to look for Chu Qingli.

"Xiao Li, my share of food has been robbed."

The pitiful tone, coupled with the pitiful expression, makes people laugh.

Chu Qingli withdrew her gaze from Yang Chenjin, and coaxed, "It's okay, I'll bake you another."

"Xiao Li is the best for me." Xia Meng smiled happily, and put her arms around her shoulders, "If you have too many people to eat, you should be too busy. I'll help you."

"No, I can come over when I'm busy, just sit and wait for food."

"But I would be embarrassed." Xia Meng squeezed to her side, "I agreed to do my own food and clothing, but I ate so much for nothing. My skills are not as good as yours. I dare not go into battle alone. I can only help you, but don't Dislike me for being stupid."

"How could it be?" Chu Qingli retorted, "Xiaomeng is the smartest girl I've ever seen."

"Ha, with your good words, come on, what do you need me to do?"

"Pass the cumin."

"Oh wait, here, here."

Yang Chen looked at the food in front of him for a long time, but he didn't do anything.

Su Ming originally planned to remain silent, but upon seeing this, he couldn't help but say, "The food she bakes tastes really good, not inferior to yours."

Yang Chen glanced at him and pursed his lips.

Su Ming spread his hands: "Don't worry about it. Since you have spoken, my friend's wife, don't bully me, I know how to measure it."

Yang Chen was inexplicably relieved, and a faint joy surged in his heart.

Then, he was quickly depressed by depression.

"She's not my wife."

There is only one wife in his heart, the wife he admits.

That person is not Chu Qingli.

Su Ming observed his changing expression, and sighed slightly: "But she is your wife, and her name is justified."

Yang Chen sneered: "A wedding by one person, does that count?"

Su Ming replied: "It doesn't count, you don't want to leave either?"

Yang Chenjin's eyes sharpened in vain: "Speaking so much, what you want most is the answer to my words, right?"

After a pause, the corners of his mouth turned upwards, "Su Ming, I said before, no matter how I treat her, you have nothing to do with her."

She was his woman for a day, and she was his woman for the rest of her life.

No one can take anyone away from him.

Su Ming was speechless for two seconds, then raised his eyebrows: "Do you think I can compete with you?"

Yang Chen Jin looked at him: "You have to ask yourself, whether you want it or not."

How big a person's mind is, how big is his potential.

As long as you put your heart into it, there are few things you can't do.

Su Ming stared, "Are you not confident in yourself?"

Yang Chenjin looked at the food on the plate, his pupils were deep: "You know, I hate betrayal, it has nothing to do with self-confidence."

Su Ming thought of what happened to Yang Chenjin when he was young, and sighed slightly.

"Chen Jin, not everyone is Shen Tao. I am your brother, and I will be a brother for the rest of my life."

Every time that name is mentioned, there is still a dull pain in my heart.

Yang Chen closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, his expression had returned to normal.

"Su Ming, of course you are my best brother."

If the friendship of death is not enough to be trusted, the feelings in this world should not exist.

It's just, "Because you are the most important person, you will be more concerned about gains and losses."

Su Ming nodded: "Then you can rest assured that there will be no accidents."

"I hope so." Yang Chen pushed the plate in front of Su Ming.

The corner of Su Ming's mouth twitched: "Still can't eat?"

Yang Chen would like to take a look at Chu Qingli who was busy beside the grill.

"There are a lot more."

Su Ming's gaze rested on Yang Chenjin and Chu Qingli for a while, and he picked up the plate politely.

"It just so happens that I like this food, so I don't want to eat it for nothing."

Chu Qingli was very busy and seemed to have no time to pay attention to the actions here.

Completely forgetting myself, completely ignoring him.

Yang Chen got up and walked towards Chu Qingli.

"Chen Jin." Su Ming called to stop him.

Yang Chen turned around: "What?"

"Don't be too hard on her, she is also a victim, you suffer, she suffers even more."

Yang Chen turned his head and continued on his way.

After a while, there was no reply from the wind.

"I know what I'm doing."

Su Ming lifted the skewers and smiled helplessly.

"If that's the case, things will be much easier."