President, madam calls you for divorce

Looking at the person in front of him, An Yuanyuan couldn't help thinking of a word, that is kitchen killer.

This person doesn't want to cook, but wants to blow up the kitchen.

However, the dignified CEO was wearing an ill-fitting white apron, and he was still frantically frying eggs. The key point was that the egg whites were not solidified, or they were pitch black.

An Yuanyuan wondered if Wen Feixing wanted to add some medicine to it, so that he could die directly.

After all, Wen Feixing looked like a ruthless person, so he probably wouldn't allow the divorce to appear in his household registration book.

Thinking that I was young and beautiful, if I died in the hands of a man like this, it would not be worth it, it would be extremely not worth it!

An Yuanyuan sighed, and shouted angrily from behind, "What are you doing?"

This breakfast was hard work, but Wen Feixing was startled by An Yuanyao's shout, and threw out the shovel in his hand.

The shovel fell straight into the pot with a bang.

The eggs were not fried well, but a lot of oil was splashed.

The oil splashed on the snow-white apron in bits and pieces.

Small stained flowers bloomed like this, but Wen Feixing was unlucky enough to be close enough to the pot, so a lot of oil splashed onto his hands like this.

The hot oil instantly scalded little red dots one after another, and Wen Feixing jumped up in pain.

I don't know why, watching this scene, An Yuanyao somehow felt a little funny.

Just smiling, the corners of An Yuanyuan's eyes became moist for no reason, and she hurried forward.

Seeing the little red dots on Wen Feixing's hands one after another, it hurts a lot, she quickly took Wen Feixing's hand to wash it under the faucet.

It hurt when the oil first splashed on my hand. After a while, the pain became a little numb, but when I poured it into the cold water, the deepest pain seemed to be awakened again.

Wen Feixing's brows were deeply frowned, but seeing An Yuanyao holding his hand and carefully helping him rinse under the faucet, Wen Feixing's brows loosened a lot at that time, and there was a faint smile between the corners of his eyes and the brows meaning.

An Yuanyu just wanted to raise her head to ask how Wen Feixing was doing, but when she saw his smiling face and her hand holding Wen Feixing like this, her complexion suddenly darkened, and she shook Wen Feixing's hand away.

Wen Feixing felt that An Yuanyuan's whole body seemed to be tightly wrapped by a gust of air-conditioning, looked at him with a smirk, wiped the water from his hands, and looked at An Yuanyuan, "Why don't you sleep a little longer in the morning? "

"Also talk about me, why did you get so crazy in the morning? The dignified president of Wen's didn't enjoy the breakfast prepared by the servants for you, but fried eggs by himself in the kitchen and got burned by the oil. Is this abuse? ?”

Seeing the thin anger on An Yuanyuan's face, and listening to her words, Wen Feixing laughed directly, and stretched his hands directly in front of An Yuanyuan.

"Look at my hands are very red. I look miserable and say I was abused. Is this really okay?"

"You don't care about your identity and pretend to be so wronged. Isn't this acting like a baby?"

"You're right, I'm indeed being coquettish."

As Wen Feixing spoke, he leaned towards An Yuanyao, leaning on An Yuanyao's body, with his head resting on her shoulder.

Well, his whole big head was still rubbing between An Tiao's neck, and a faint fragrance of lilies wafted over, Wen Feixing couldn't help closing his eyes, and sniffed hard.

An Yuanyuan looked at him, and felt that the world had become mysterious. She must have strayed into some other time and space, otherwise Wen Feixing would never have behaved like this.

At this moment, An Yuanyuan was really thinking about how to travel back to the original time and space, and return to the normal Wen Feixing.

It's just that this is destined to be an unsolvable answer, Wen Feixing took An Yuanyuan's hand while he was in a daze, stroked his little red spot that was scalded by the oil, and then grinned and yelled that it hurts.

"Look at this, it's been scalded very badly, and it hurts when you touch it."

An Yuanyuan rolled his eyes, "You know it hurts if you touch it, so you still touch it?"

The expression on Wen Feixing's face froze for a moment. This woman really has the talent to chat the world to death. The atmosphere is so good, but she is really ruthless enough to say such cold words.

"I don't want you to see how hurt I am."

"Then you go back and have a good rest. You are still trying to be brave here even though you don't know how to cook. Where's Mama Zhang?"

"I gave her a break."

"you're brain damaged."

"How should I speak? I just want you to eat the breakfast I made myself. This is a breakfast of love."

"I'm afraid there is something wrong with your brain. Do you think your craftsmanship can be compared with that of Mama Zhang?"

Wen Feixing held back his anger, and the corner of his mouth twitched vigorously.

Why can't he be compared with Zhang Ma, but thinking of his purpose, Wen Feixing still took two deep breaths, "Oh, this person always has to learn before he grows up, so you can wait here for a while, and then you can eat right away." .”

Seeing that Wen Feixing was about to return to the kitchen as soon as he turned around, An Yuanyuan sighed, and grabbed Wen Feixing's arm.

"Okay, okay, you'd better sit over there and rest, isn't it just breakfast, I'll make it."

"you…"

"What's wrong with me, you can try to do it, but I can't, at least better than you."

Now Wen Feixing is even more confused, when will his little girl cook, isn't it her fingers that don't touch the spring water?

"Don't look like that, didn't you just say that people need to learn to grow, go out quickly."

An Yuanyuan pushed Wen Feixing past him and was about to walk in, but Wen Feixing grabbed her hand and brought her into his arms.

An Yuanyuan's expression changed in an instant, but Wen Feixing didn't give her a chance to express her opinion. Instead, she smiled and said, "Why are you in such a hurry, put on your apron."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to hook it, and the apron was untied, and he took off the apron calmly and gentlemanly, with such a sense of nobility in the whole steps.

Looking at An Yuanyu in front of him, he was a little dazed, what kind of person can be so noble in picking up an apron.

Seeing An Yuanyao's peaceful appearance, Wen Feixing couldn't help but feel happy, and gently embraced An Yuanyao while putting on the apron for her.

While arranging her hair, brushing her waist, slowly fastened the apron, and then slowly pushed An Yuanyao to the stove.

It wasn't until fresh eggs were cracked into the pot and hearing the sound of oil sizzling that An Yuanyuan came back to his senses.

Looking at the pot, An Yuanyuan looked at the fire hard, and at the same time she was a little angry. Why was she accidentally attracted by this man's beauty?

Shaking his head secretly, An Yuanyuan put all his energy on the food.

Five minutes later, a pot of porridge was ready, and An Yuanyuan's fried egg sandwiches were also served.

Looking at her eyes, she felt that Wen Feixing was not stupid, at least he made porridge, she ate the sandwich gracefully, looked at Wen Feixing and asked lightly, "Okay, you are not learning to cook, you are clearly asking for trouble .”

"Didn't you say that you can't feel my love for you? I plan to show it bit by bit and prove myself slowly."

Wen Feixing spoke seriously and focused, An Yuanyuan hurriedly lowered his head, picked up the porridge bowl and drank it in big gulps.

In less than 5 minutes, she finished her meal like a storm.

After wiping his hands, An Yuanyao said, "I'm leaving first, and I'm going out."

Wen Feixing looked at her and couldn't help laughing, "Are you going out with this dress?"

An Yuanyuan looked down, there was a big embarrassment on her face, ignoring Wen Feixing's smiling eyes, she lowered her head and rushed back upstairs quickly.