The sick and weak tyrant's foodie wife

"First love?" Lin Jingmo quickly caught the point, exuding this kind of black air that was not easy to mess with.

On second thought.

He didn't seem to have any right to be angry, and with a grievance and a sour expression, he took his usual position and greeted him across the table.

Handed it to Liang Xin, "Happy promotion."

"Thank you sister-in-law." Liang Xin seemed to be scolding Chen Yuhao to death in his heart, why did he have to bring up that first love on this occasion.

The group of people around, especially the few people opposite them all gasped, but Chen Yuhao didn't realize the seriousness of the problem at all.

He said indifferently, "Sister-in-law, don't you know?"

Zhang Yun kept giving Chen Yuhao winks. This person seemed to be insulated and couldn't receive the signal.

"Why are you pinching me?" Chen Yuhao jumped up with a face like an orange peel.

"do not talk."

"Eat." He Mian also secretly observed Lin Jingmo's expression, feeling a little guilty.

Don't get me wrong, his guilty conscience was not because he was obsessed with Bai Yueguang, but because he didn't stop Chen Yuhao from speaking about it.

One is to stimulate Lin Jingmo. After all, it has been so many days. He watched Lin Jingmo becoming more and more attached to him, and wanted to see what he thought.

Two, it is true that I recently received a notice that this person will come back. I really don't understand that this person left so decisively at the beginning, and he came back today and wants to continue his relationship with him. How is this possible.

He is not the domineering president in the novel.

Keeping a calm face, he quietly picked up food for Lin Jingmo, "Hurry up and eat."

The awkward atmosphere at the dinner table was eased with actions.

Lin Jingmo looked around. Except for He Mian, everyone at the table was guilty and did not dare to look up.

Feeling aggrieved, this person didn't tell him that there was Bai Yueguang, otherwise he wouldn't have really misunderstood that this person really liked him.

The hand holding the chopsticks tightened suddenly, and he bit his lower lip to restrain his surging emotions.

He Mian, who had been paying attention to his expression all the time, caught this slight change in an instant, and thought to himself, "No, I seem to be really angry."

The boiling hot pot was filled with smoke, and the mist rose slowly, covering the expressions of several people at the dining table.

"Why don't you eat it?"

Lin Jingmo comforted himself, recalling his responsibilities as a co-marriage wife, his crisp voice was full of dependence.

"That's why I need to cook it for a while, it won't taste good after such a long time."

Picking up the dish that He Mian put in the bowl just now, he also picked up a piece of food for He Mian and put it in the bowl, looking at the three people opposite very gently.

Oh no, the four at the table.

Chen Yuhao, with his rough nerves, finally realized something was wrong after such a long time, picked up his glass to apologize.

"Jingmo, I'm sorry, it's really my fault. Why did I mention someone else's name at dinner today? I'll punish myself three times."

Immediately raised the wine glass and poured three cups vigorously, Zhang Yun and Liang Xin couldn't stop it.

He couldn't even give Lin Jingmo a break right now, and Lin Jingmo felt uneasy, and was about to stand up and stop Chen Yuhao.

He Mian pushed him on the seat, lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and apologized.

"Let him drink, or he will be disturbed."

After a while, he explained, "There is no first love either."

Lin Jingmo said "um", with a flat expression, and didn't say much.

Looking at the dining table, "Hurry up and eat."

This meal went from happy to unhappy, from unhappy to lively, countless people have wasted a lot of energy.

Although, there are only five people at this table.

When they went back, because of Zhang Yun's poor wine quality and because Liang Xin had to go to work tomorrow, only Chen Yuhao was drunk, like a puddle of mud.

"Come on, we're here by car."

Zhang Yun and Liang Xin were helpless, the timing was really unlucky, it seemed that there was no chance to explain today.

It was dark at night, but the bustling city was still crowded with people, and it was very lively.

Back home, Lin Jingmo supported He Mian and threw him on the big bed.

This man really has a mysterious capacity for alcohol. He was able to drink so much before, but today he is as dizzy as a kitten after a little alcohol.

He got up and gave someone a glass of water, and in the blink of an eye, he stood up and ran around.

He hugged Lin Jingmo from behind, and said coquettishly, "You are angry today."

Lin Jingmo straightened his back suddenly, took He Mian's hand away, and ignored him.

"You're just angry."

He Mian pulled Lin Jingmo, and the water spilled all over He Mian's head.

He looked at He Mian, who was drenched in water, his hair was washed away by the water and all of them fell down, and his eyes were extremely wet from drinking alcohol.

Really like a wronged kitten.

Fortunately, it was all cold water, otherwise this would not have been romantic, and it would have turned into a safety accident.

"You're still wronged, but I haven't been wronged yet." Lin Jingmo said more and more angrily.

"Haven't you ever seen a movie? How can a man eat a meal cooked by two people? Why should you eat a meal cooked by two people?"

"Why eat what's in a pot and look at what's in a bowl. If you're not interested in me, tell me earlier, why are you thinking about your first love while being ambiguous?"

Lin Jingmo stood on tiptoe, tugged at He Mian's tie, and said fiercely, "Why do you say it's because you are a domineering president, don't you know that sand sculptures are popular among bosses now?"

Looking at it like this, I don't know which one is the most drunk tonight.

"Unexpectedly, it's still a stand-in." Lin Jingmo continued to tug on his tie, cursing, "I don't agree with the rubbish stand-in, I want to play stand-in too."

While talking, he started to cry, like a little sunflower without sunlight, pulling his head together.

The more Lin Jingmo talked, the more he felt psychologically unbalanced, making the suit He Mian just wore crumpled.

"It's amazing to be handsome. I will also find someone who is handsome in the future. Just wait."

"Hmm." Lin Jingmo nodded, unable to speak.

It turned out that He Mian was a little bit drunk, but the cold water just woke him up.

Unconsciously hugging Lin Jingmo, who was sad, angry and wronged, it's a pity that no outsiders are here, otherwise, you will definitely find that in He Mian's sharp eyes that penetrate people's hearts, there is a strong feeling that can overwhelm people.

he wants to kiss him,

To kiss the boy who fascinated him deeply, the boy who seemed to be etched into his soul.

He thought so, and he did so.

He kissed very hard, as if he wanted to rub people into his soul.

"It's too hard." Lin Jingmo tried hard to stabilize his mind, but He Mian never gave him this chance, and brought him into this vortex called He Mian.

"Breathe, idiot." He Mian smiled like a domineering president.

"You, you, you." Lin Jingmo blushed, "You lied to me, you are not drunk."

"Is this the point?" He Mian raised his eyebrows, extremely yuppie, "You took advantage of me today, you have to be responsible to me."

"Responsible." Lin Jingmo stammered.

"Little stammer, otherwise, what else do you want to do." He Mian leaned close to Lin Jingmo's ear, surrounded by a low voice, "You kiss me, and you will be responsible for me."

"You have a first love, no."

Now Lin Jingmo's mind is in a mess, and he doesn't know what to say.

"Do you care?"

When mentioning this thing, a smile flashed across He Mian's eyes, it was so cute.

"Otherwise, why should I be involved in a war between a group of men."

He lowered his eyes, and a trace of depression slid across his ink-like face, which made people feel distressed.

"That person has the same surname as yours, Lin Yun. When he was in high school, he asked me for help, and he helped me once. Afterwards, he kept pestering me, and we became friends after coming and going."

"Fortunately, it's only high school." Lin Jingmo was completely relaxed, "After all, that person will not have a first love."

He Mian calmly seemed not to be talking about his past love affairs.

"Later, he wanted to confess to me. In order to help him, he didn't say it directly, but I explained it to him in private. Of course, these are secondary. The important thing is that he is the illegitimate son of the Ji family in Kyoto. I turned him down and his life would be much harder."

"Later, for some unknown reason, he left the capital to study abroad. Perhaps we all tacitly understood this relationship, and one party gave the other asylum."

After the story was told, the man fell asleep.

Lin Jingmo tilted his head and lay in He Mian's arms.

"Little villain, I don't know who is drinking which."

---

The next morning, Lin Jingmo got up from the bed before dawn.

At this time, He Mian had already gone to work, so Lin Jingmo did not experience that embarrassing scene again.

His mind was full of the scenes from last night, he shook his head, punched He Mian, and drove him out of his mind.

He took his equipment and went downstairs, preparing to update the video he had been watching for a long time.

Every time I read fans' comments, it's always "Missing persons, send blades."

What is even more excessive is to send blades in groups.

Life is like being forced to eat, since you can't resist, you have to enjoy it.

Therefore, Lin Jingmo launched a challenge to life and prepared to start making videos.

After all, the broker will have opinions on whether to do it or not.

"Jingmo, Jingmo, come quickly, come quickly." Aunt Huang called to him.

"What's wrong?" he asked curiously.

Aunt Huang said mysteriously, "This is my secret recipe. My wife used to eat this when she was pregnant."

A bowl of ordinary shrimp porridge.

"..."

"What's the difference?"

Aunt Huang frowned, and said doubtfully, "Mr. He said yesterday that he asked me to make up for you. I was thinking about how to make up for breakfast, so I made this shrimp porridge. I boiled it for a long time. Try it."

When Lin Jingmo heard that it was He Mian who said it, a strange feeling slipped in his heart, and he tasted the porridge obediently.

The porridge is salty and light, especially the shrimp meat and rice complement each other perfectly. It is worthy of being the veteran chef of Zongheng He's family for decades.

"Aunt Huang, it's delicious, can you call it for me?" Lin Jingmo's eyes lit up.

Aunt Huang was also very happy. In the past, there were not many favorite foods in the He family, so it was useless for him, who likes to cook.