The sick and weak tyrant's foodie wife

It was around nine o'clock in the evening when the two of them got home.

The night is very deep, it is obviously spring, but it has the romance of midsummer.

However, for He Qun who had been waiting at his uncle's door for nearly an hour, he didn't feel romantic at all.He was going to be bored to death today, and couldn't help complaining about Bai Ming as a drag.

This afternoon, Bai Ming looked timid, like a quail.

It was hard to explain the matter clearly to him from the front to the back, from the inside to the outside.

Who can save this idiot? If you have nothing to do, you have to flirt with Lin Jingmo, like a primary school student.

Especially today, it was hard for the two of them to talk normally, but Bai Ming interrupted completely because of his self-righteousness.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but touch his forehead, it really hurts.

but……

He Qun leaned against the wall thoughtfully. Recently, my uncle and Lin Jingmo have gotten too close. This doesn't seem like the attitude that a marriage should have.

The marriage in his memory was the Qin family in Kyoto who had a middle school illness and always wanted Tianliang Wang to break.

The heads of the Qin family are all married. Thinking of this, I can't help complaining. Is this man unable to become a domineering president without a good helper?

Sure enough, it's still good uncle.

Although Lin Jingmo has been around him like a fly all day long, he still knows what kind of person this person is.

My uncle is not a tyrant who gave up everything for love, watching people sick and crooked all day long, but in fact, people are as strong as King Kong.

While thinking in his heart, he rubbed his chin at the same time, my uncle has never seen a time when he sees injustice and draws his sword to help in all these years.

I can only sigh with my head down, what a metaphysics.

Lin Jingmo and He Mian each held a big bag, and saw a stray dog ​​standing at the door from a distance.

Congratulations to the stray dogs, "? Wang."

Stray Dog, He Qun, and Lin Jingmo shook their heads. These two images are completely incompatible. How could he think so.

He is also a stray dog, if He Qun is also a little wolf dog.

"Small dogs?"

How did he speak out what was in his heart, embarrassed, "Isn't it like that? Look at him, squatting there, like a puppy."

"Like." He Mian didn't say much, smiled lightly, and pulled him to stand in front of He Qun.

"Why don't you go in?"

He Qun jumped in fright, and kept patting his chest, "Uncle, you scared me to death."

What came into view was that He Mian was holding a bag of daily necessities in his left hand, and fruits and vegetables in his right hand.

"Why are you still here? What did you do to my uncle?" He Qun's eyes widened, feeling like he was about to explode.

Seeing that He Qun was about to collapse, Lin Jingmo smiled and showed his little teeth, thinking to himself, what can I do if I just go shopping and hold hands?

He directly held He Mian's hand, raised it, and smiled flamboyantly, "What do you care about so much, you have nothing to do when you have nothing to do."

"Lin Jingmo, don't think that I will help you if this is the case, you, don't go too far." Lin Jingmo shrugged, seeing that He Qun was about to stutter, he thought it was funny.

"He Qun." He Mian sternly said, turned his head and was about to drip water gently towards Lin Jingmo, "Let's go, go in, don't stand at the door."

"Okay." Lin Jingmo walked in following He Mian's hand, preparing things very naturally.

Then he glanced at He Qun who was nailed to the door, "Why, do you want to invite me?" He left him alone and left.

Lin Jingmo, "Have you got a fruit knife?"

"Kitchen, hang up."

"Why don't you see me?"

The two of them naturally acted as if He Qun was a light bulb that shouldn't exist, it was so big and bright, and it was all Bai Ming's fault.

As soon as he entered the door, he sat on the sofa and stared at Lin Jingmo.

"No, brother, what are you looking at? Do I owe you 800 million, or what, you stare at me so closely." Lin Jingmo sat cross-legged across from He Qun, holding a freshly peeled apple.

"What is your relationship with my uncle?" He Qun looked serious.

Lin Jingmo saw that He Qun looked like he was facing an enemy, and thought it was amusing, so he was going to tease him, "We have all obtained the certificate, of course we are husband and wife. Why, envy me."

"I envy you, joke." He Qun smiled disdainfully.

I watched my uncle walk into the kitchen wearing an apron with vegetables, ready to cook.

Jumping up like a monkey in an instant, pointing to the kitchen, "You you you you, how can you ask my uncle to cook."

"What's wrong?" Lin Jingmo gnawed on the apple and looked at him curiously, "It's really wrong, I should be with A Mian."

Then he watched Lin Jingmo walk into the kitchen and kissed his uncle on the cheek.

"God, he's going to die." He Qun huddled on the sofa, motionless.

In the kitchen, the years are quiet.

Lin Jingmo took the knife in He Mian's hand naturally, "You have been busy for so long and you still rush back, how can I let you cook."

Tilting her head, she looked at He Mian charmingly, "Can you do it?"

He Mian looked at the boy, his eyes were moist and bright, and he was persuaded by accident.

This is his boy, a boy who is still strong and brave when he is accused by thousands of people.

In an instant, it seemed to return to the summer when I was 13 years old, the hot air, the harsh environment, the vicious gangsters, and the most helpless of them.

Fortunately, everything is not too late.

Lin Jingmo looked at the man in front of him, and was stunned when he said he couldn't cook.

He had a bold guess.

"Are you really not good at cooking?" Lin Jingmo asked cautiously.

To the trash can, what a guy.

How did he explain that when he went out in the morning, he saw that the refrigerator was full of vegetables, but when he came back, there were no more.

He pointed to a black solid object in the trash can that could not be poked with chopsticks.

"what is this?"

Seeing that He Mian's ears were gradually turning red, getting redder and faster.

"I'll go out first to see what He Qun is doing." He Mian immediately changed the subject and walked out.

Lin Jingmo stared at the domineering president running away from behind, and couldn't help laughing in his heart.

Is this guy just like him cooking a meal?

Thinking about He Qun, is the awkwardness and arrogance of the He family inherited?

He Qun looked at his uncle from the outside, hurriedly ran out of the kitchen, sat on the sofa without moving a word.

Feeling fuzzy.

"Uncle, what's the matter with you?"

"You let Momo into the kitchen."

Suddenly hearing Lin Jingmo's nickname, He Qun went blank for a moment, "Uncle, when did you become so nasty?"

"Yeah, what's the problem?"

He Mian narrowed his eyes and looked at He Qun calmly, "Go to my study after dinner."

After finishing speaking, he hurried upstairs, leaving He Qun on the sidelines wanting to cry, what happened, he didn't say anything.

Tired, destroy this world.

----

"Mr. He, come and eat an egg." Lin Jingmo smiled and picked up an egg for He Mian, "Just now, I took a closer look and it turned out to be an egg."

The temperature that had just dropped on He Mian's face rose again in an instant, and his posture became more and more intense.

Why is this person so thin-skinned.

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