Wife-wrapping Addiction: Mrs. Yan's family is not allowed to escape

"Is it really dangerous?" Yan Qiutong glanced at the completely unmoving rice in the rice cooker. Did the girl think that just putting the rice in the pot would produce delicious rice?
Fortunately, this woman didn't know that she had to set the program. She just thought that everything would be fine if she plugged it in and disconnected it. Otherwise, Yan Qiutong really didn't know if the kitchen would really blow up when he came back, or if the situation was fine. What about popcorn?
Luo Shuge doesn't know how to cook, Yan Shuyun naturally doesn't know how to cook, Yan Qiutong doesn't care too much about Lian Cheng's not being able to cook, but seeing the phenomenon that he doesn't understand even the most basic attempts, Yan Shuyun doesn't know how to cook. Qiutong still asked herself again, do I really want to obey this natural phenomenon?

It was getting late, Yan Qiutong looked at the still intact refrigerator, picked out a few ingredients, and decided to make simple western food.

Lian Cheng tidied himself up and went downstairs. When he was standing at the door of the kitchen, the man was washing small tomatoes under the faucet.

The incandescent lamp cast a halo on the slender man, and Yan Qiutong's hands were beautiful, as Lian Cheng knew from the beginning, they were slender and clean.

Because Yan Qiutong seldom smokes, even if he smokes, the smoke won't burn his fingers.

Every time, this man only needs a pair of hands to toss her without the slightest resistance.

Lian Cheng squinted her eyes, thinking that a man could fascinate thousands of women with just these hands, and she had seen many things done with these hands.

The majestic signatures on the documents are the masterpieces of these hands, and the various files on the computer are the masterpieces of these hands. The raising and lowering of these hands has controlled the fate of many people. However, Lian Cheng has never seen Yan Yan. Qiu Tong used these hands to wash the tomatoes.

The trickling water under the faucet is colorless, these hands are only holding a small tomato less than a quarter of the size of his palm, let the water flow through these hands, the tomato in his hand, inexplicably, makes Lian Cheng feel a sense of excitement in his movements. It's a bit of a masculine style.

Who once said, if you can meet a man who is willing to bathe for tomatoes, then marry him?

"Did it come down?" Yan Qiutong put the tomatoes in his hands into the glazed bowl one by one, turned his head, and looked at the little woman at the door of the kitchen.

The little woman just wore a large sweater and a pair of bottoms, and went downstairs with bare feet, and stood at the door. Looking at her long washed hair, Yan Qiutong knew that this woman must be lazy. Just wipe it off and ignore it.

However, I still have something to do, Yan Qiutong knew that this woman would not do it no matter what, so she didn't ask her to blow her hair. Fortunately, even if it was early spring in the apartment, it was still because of Lian Cheng. , I didn't turn off the floor heating, so I didn't worry about catching a cold.

It should have been hot when taking a bath, the little woman's face was flushed, her hair was loose and loose, giving her an air of laziness.

"Hmm." Lian Cheng leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, with a silly dog ​​sitting beside his legs, with a crooked smile on his lips, "What are we eating?"

"Hungry?" Yan Qiutong raised his eyebrows, with a hint of coaxing in his tone, "There is milk in the refrigerator, you can drink a bottle first, I will make something simple, and it will be on the table soon."

Lian Cheng naturally didn't mind, and glanced at the kitchen, but after taking a shower, she had already looked brand new, and sighed: "Yan Qiutong, I'm actually quite sorry for you."

"Huh?" Yan Qiutong put a lot of energy on the beef in front of him, and said copiously.

"Tell me, you can already meet the conditions of going to the hall and going to the kitchen, money and power, and being able to enjoy everything. It should be a perfect existence." Lian Cheng sighed again, and said quietly, "Why? Want to find a wife who lowers your average score?"

Yan Qiutong squinted her eyes, turned her head, and looked at the woman behind her. There was indeed a sigh for him on her small face, but her big eyes were full of self-satisfied cunning.

"Indeed, I don't know why my luck is so bad." Yan Qiutong smiled back, and returned leisurely.

Lian Cheng's expression changed in an instant, and he jumped over with a big step, hopping and hanging on the man's back, gnashing his teeth: "Yan Qiutong, what did you say just now?!"

Yan Qiutong had already made preparations, so he was not affected by Lian Cheng, but raised his brows, and his tone was a bit narrow: "Isn't this following the meaning of your words?"

"No! No! No!" Lian Cheng shook his head vigorously, with a hint of threat in his tone, "I'm only allowed to say it, you are not allowed to say it!"

Yan Qiutong laughed, tilted his head and touched the little woman's cheek, nodded: "Okay, I won't say anything."

After getting the man's concession, Lian Cheng came down satisfied, turned around and got a bottle of milk, and stood aside to watch the man cook.

In fact, Lian Liancheng himself discovered that every time under Yan Qiutong's gentleness, whenever she was alone with a man, she would show a childishness and childishness that she had never seen in the past 20 years, as if she was convinced of the man. Will not be impatient, be sure that the man's tone is always gentle, and be sure of the pampering in the man's eyes.

Considering that Lian Cheng was awkward at lunch, Yan Qiutong chose the simplest method and made three dinners. The time seemed to be only the time Lian Cheng drank a bottle of milk.

When Lian Cheng saw the three meals, she was surprised, but Lian Cheng has always been sensitive, and naturally noticed Yan Qiutong's respect when facing another separate dinner, swallowed her doubts silently, and obediently Carrying her and the man's, went to the dining room.

Yan Qiutong put another dinner opposite him and Lian Cheng, took three wine glasses, took out a bottle of aged wine, and sat down after everything was ready.

For dinner, Lian Cheng once ate steak in Zhao You's restaurant, the taste was more tender, and the deep color in the cup was extra mellow.

Lian Cheng was eating happily, his smiling eyes were crooked, full of satisfaction.

After clearing away the dishes and chopsticks, Yan Qiutong looked at the only plate left on the dining table, and suddenly said, "Mr. Li and the others have a son."

"Have a son?" Lian Cheng was a little surprised at the sudden topic brought up by the man, but felt inexplicably heavy, and bit the corner of his lips, "What about their son?"

Mrs. Li and his wife are almost seventy years old. Aunt Li's body is not considered strong. According to Mr. and Mrs. Li's behavior, the children should be good. How can they let the two old people still work as servants in other people's homes?

"Their son is two years older than me." Yan Qiutong squinted his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was stained with a little emptiness, "He used to be a special soldier."

Lian Cheng stared wide-eyed, bit her lip, she seemed to have guessed something.