The sick and weak tyrant's foodie wife

"What did you say!!!!" Lin Jingmo was in a panic. Why didn't this person inform himself that he was not prepared at all.

He Mian stared at Lin Jingmo suspiciously, "Is there any problem?"

I asked Aunt Huang to tell you, didn't she say it?

In an instant, Lin Jingmo seemed to be frozen. It turned out that Aunt Huang meant this this morning, and he thought it was the next time she came to show him the photo.

Anyway, Aunt Huang smiled mysteriously.

Taking advantage of Lin Jingmo's mental construction, He Mian's takeaway also arrived.

He watched helplessly as He Mian took out a portion of lunch from inside.

"Why are there so many? Are you going to rob the store?"

"Your appetite is too small. You don't have much meat on your body. Eat more to absorb it. And..." He Mian smiled mysteriously, "Maybe there is a possibility of growing taller."

Lin Jingmo's eyes lit up suddenly, that man didn't have a dream of being 1.8 meters tall, so he hurriedly waited at the dining table, looking obediently at He Mian, "Let's have dinner."

"Okay." He Mian looked at Lin Jingmo's well-behaved atmosphere, and unconsciously smiled in his eyes, "Then let's start."

The lunch time is calm and stable, which is very in line with Lin Jingmo's feeling of home, and it is the taste of life.

"Wait a while after lunch, digest for a while, and go to rest." He Mian said suddenly.

Lin Jingmo nodded in agreement, and when he was about to rest in the room, He Mian came up with a glass of milk.

"Drink some milk and grow faster."

Hearing this, he picked up the milk and drank it down, just like drinking wine.

There was a circle of milk foam around his mouth, his lips were very red, as if he had been kissed, and the circle of foam left behind was like something unspeakable.

Full of lust, He Mian's throat was inexplicably dry, and Lin Jingmo was almost ashamed when he stared at him with hot eyes.

"What's wrong?" Lin Jingmo stammered.

"Good afternoon." He Mian shook his head, reaching out his hand to wipe the foam off Lin Jingmo's mouth.

"By the way, when will Lawyer Zhang come?"

"It's about five o'clock, I'll ask for the exact time."

"Good afternoon then."

After Lin Jingmo finished speaking, he quickly closed the door, leaning his back against the door, and kept calming his beating heart.

He Mian's expression flashed in his mind, very gentle and sexy.

As the saying goes, when you think about something every day, you also have dreams.

As a result, during the lunch break, his mind was full of He Mian's figure, abdominal muscles, biceps, solid thigh muscles and finally...

He suddenly struggled up from the bed, looked down along the quilt, and couldn't help but want to punch himself.

Secretly complained, "You face control, people treat you so well, that's how you look at people."

"Sure enough, the Buddha said: 'Don't listen to what is wrong with propriety, don't look at what is wrong with propriety, don't listen to what is wrong with propriety.' But, it's really sexy."

Thinking of Lin Jingmo's halazi is almost flying three thousand feet.

But thinking of being in the same room with He Mian.

So he got up quietly, washed his underwear quietly, and laid them on the clothes drying place quietly.

Who knew, when He Mian was just about to hitch it, Lin Jingmo held his underwear awkwardly and looked at him shyly.

"Wash your panties?"

"Yeah." Lin Jingmo punched the thing with an unprecedented speed in his life, and quickly ran away blushing.

He Mian looked at the high underwear from behind, thoughtful.

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Lin Jingmo went downstairs to the kitchen with a calm face, and brought up his own equipment, preparing to cook a big meal for Lawyer Zhang, after all, he helped him so much.

Turn on the camera, simple black pants, white shirt, and simple clothes have a unique charm on him.Plus a red apron, two thin ribbons, around the back to outline a slender waist.

Lin Jingmo waved at the camera.

"Hello, dear fellow citizens."

Because there are guests coming today, let's make a few simple dishes to welcome him.

Today, a dish of fish-flavored shredded pork, a dish of sweet and sour fish, and a devil dish of strawberry mapo tofu, and of course a chicken soup.

Such a simple dinner is solved.

……

Onion, ginger, garlic, fungus and shredded bamboo shoots, prepare a set

Starch, water, sugar, salt and vinegar, add light soy sauce and mix.

"Salt?" Lin Jingmo stared at the cooking table, why couldn't he find the salt.

Suddenly He Mian handed over a seasoning jar from the side, "Can you help me?"

"No, I can do it by myself. By the way, Zhang Lu is coming."

He Mian looked down at his watch, "No, it will take a while, I'm right outside the door, call me if you need to."

"it is good."

Lin Jingmo didn't pay attention to a small episode. When editing the video, Lin Jingmo asked He Mian if he could include his voice.

The sharp-eyed netizens discovered the video as soon as it was released, and sent him to the trending search with tears in their eyes.

Of course, this is a story.

Zhang Yun might be a lawyer because she drove to He Mian's house an hour earlier, planning to surprise him.

As the direct manager of He Mianlin City's real estate, he naturally knew the password of this huge flat.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard He Mian and Lin Jingmo flirting from a long distance away.

"..."

The clown is himself.

"Cough cough."

"Lao He, Lao He, what are you doing?" Zhang Yun felt a little funny and a little angry.

It's funny because someone finally wants He Mian.

Angry, because this man actually abandoned himself and let him handle so many documents for him.

Are you a human?

He Mian finally came to his senses, turned his head and stared at him expressionlessly.

In an instant, Zhang Yun was terrified, and waved to him, motioning for him to come out.

When Zhang Yun called He Mian, Lin Jingmo discovered this person, and this person came very quickly.

Pushing He Mian's arm, motioned him to get out quickly, no matter what Zhang Lu helped him so much, it would be impolite not to let him stand empty.

In particular, it is still a farewell paty for others.

However, it is said that the farewell started before the wind was blown, what should I do if it is a bit miserable.

Zhang Yun saw this scene at a glance, and sighed in her heart, when He Mian can be so obedient, she must show it off to them when she goes back.

"What's the matter?" He Mian's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, obviously upset about being disturbed in the world of the two of them.

Zhang Yun wore the strictest suit and the author's most irregular movements, "What's going on with you and this kid?"

"Really, did you really get the marriage certificate?"

The doubt in the words was about to flood the whole room.

"This child is so young, can he really get a certificate?"

How should I put it, is she worthy of being a child?This question is all the same.

As soon as He Mian said this, he became anxious, "Besides, you don't have to leave tomorrow."

[The author has something to say: too difficult]