Forced to become his stand-in wife

Is this all right?

In this villa he had no self-respect, let alone shame.

Ling Qiu understood in his heart how the servants in this villa saw him behind his back.

A man was raised in captivity with a seed in his belly.

The six-month-old baby was less than a month old, and he couldn't wait to get into bed with his owner. His legs felt weak under the quilt, and he had to be hugged for food.

Ling Qiu himself hates himself like this, let alone these outsiders.

Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help turning red. He silently looked out of the window without saying a word. He didn't continue to busy himself with the things in hand until his eyes were dry.

After a simple meal at noon, he accompanied his servants to go shopping outside in the afternoon.Take the dog by the way.

After buying the vegetables, Ling Qiu consciously put on his apron and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Aunt Li saw that she couldn't stop him, so she let him go, and helped wash the vegetables in the process.

Ling Qiu has found his place in the matter of cooking, everything seems to be back to the past, making him no longer so humble.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Muyang came back stepping on the clock.

After returning home, he used to ask, where is Ling Qiu?

The butler replied: "Little master, I'm cooking in the kitchen and I'll be out soon."

The kitchen door is closed and the range hood is turned on to avoid exposure of oil fume.

Everyone in this villa knows that Qin Muyang hates the smell of oily smoke.

When Qin Muyang heard this, he raised his eyebrows, put down his bag, turned around and walked into the kitchen, opened the door and saw Ling Qiu busy in the kitchen wearing a black and white bear apron.

The apron has been tied to the tightest, but the waist is still loose, and it is easy to grasp.

Mrs. Li found Qin Muyang first, and she was a little surprised: "Young Master Qin, there is heavy oily smoke in the kitchen, why did you come in?"

Ling Qiu's cooking figure froze obviously, Qin Muyang put both eyes on him, of course he couldn't escape from such a behavior.

"I'll just come in and take a look. You can do your work."

Mrs. Li nodded, took out the plates and bowls from the cupboard to sterilize them, and quickly took them out.

For a moment, only Qin Muyang and Ling Qiu were left in the huge kitchen.

Qin Muyang walked over and hugged his waist, then put his chin on his shoulder and watched him stir-fry, not paying any attention to the oily smoke blowing towards his face.

"You're not fully recovered yet, why did you enter the kitchen, and you can't take a shower because of the smell of oily fumes, how stinky it is." He complained faintly in his tone, thinking of sleeping at night, the smell of oily fumes emanating from his side, he It's a bit overwhelming.

Ling Qiu said: "I wipe it myself, it won't leave any smell."

Qin Muyang didn't say anything more, he glanced at the whole kitchen, and found that the prepared dinner was his favorite.

He was happy, and kissed Ling Qiu's sensitive neck: "Did you cook dinner for me?"

Ling Qiu paused, looked at it in confusion, and instantly understood.

Mrs. Li had prepared the dishes in advance, she knew Qin Muyang's taste, and Ling Qiu was only in charge of frying, he had been in a daze all day and didn't pay attention to look at it, now Qin Muyang misunderstood.

Ling Qiu lowered his eyelashes and made no sound, Qin Muyang took it as his acquiescence.

After eating the familiar taste at night, Qin Muyang couldn't help eating two more bowls of rice. The servants cooked it according to his taste before, but their cooking skills were far inferior to Ling Qiu's.

"Qiuqiu, cook for me every day from now on."

"it is good."

After eating, Ling Qiu sat on the sofa and read a book.

Qin Muyang went over and turned on the TV, snatched the book from Ling Qiu's hand and threw it on the tea table, he didn't like Ling Qiu focusing on other things instead of himself.