What should I do if my husband is named Ke Gin?

The man with long silver hair was wearing a comfortable plaid home clothes, leaning lazily on the sofa, holding a book of poetry in his hand, and looking at it lazily.

The sharpness of choosing someone to eat has faded away, and the whole person is unexpectedly peaceful and quiet, like a gentleman walking out of an ancient oil painting, even his pale skin has a more pitiful meaning.

Kurosawa Yaoyao came out with fruit, and what she saw was her husband's approachable appearance.

If you don't know what it is, you may think it is a harmless house cat.

Hei Ze Yaoyao sat down beside Hei Zezhen with a fruit plate, used a fruit fork to fork a piece of watermelon and handed it to Hei Zezhen's mouth.

Kurosawa Jin opened his mouth to eat the diced watermelon without even raising his eyelids.

Kurosawa Yaoyao wickedly forked a piece of green awn and handed it to the man's mouth, watching the man open his mouth and bite it down.

Kurosawa gritted his teeth, and suddenly a bitter and sour taste spread in his mouth, and the veins on his forehead twitched violently, "Kurosawa Yaoyao."

"Oh, isn't it delicious?" Kurosawa blinked blankly, pretending to be innocent, "It is said on the Internet that it tastes delicious when dipped in wasabi. Could it be because it hasn't been dipped in wasabi yet?"

Kurosawa turned his head and spit out the green awn in his mouth on the ground, warning with a cold face, "This dish must not be served for dinner."

Kurosawa Yaoyao's focus is completely different from that of Kuisawa Zhen. She stared wide-eyed, pointing at the green awn covered with saliva on the ground, her blood pressure rising, "Kisawa Zhen, do you want to die?"

Mr. Kurosawa raised his eyebrows, slowly turned his head to look at the angry person, and asked word by word: "What did you just say?"

The man's icy eyes were like a basin of cold water being poured from the head, which made Kuisawa Yaoyao's heart so cold that all the anger disappeared.

"I just mopped the floor." Kuisawa Yaoyao snapped back without hesitation, with one black and one red pupil staring wide open.

Kurosawa raised his chin in a nonchalant way, like a big arrogant cat, "Then drag it again."

Kurosawa Yaoyao couldn't believe what she heard, "What do you think of me? Cleaning aunt?"

Hei Zezhen glanced at Hei Ze Yaoyao up and down, and snorted, "It's not that old."

"..." Hei Ze Yaoyao sat angrily on the other end of the sofa, her mouth was as flat as a bottle of oil, "I can't live through this day."

"Oh!" The man replied indifferently, his eyes never leaving the book.

"Wow! Love really will disappear." Kurosawa Yaoyao cried like a child, the thunder was loud but there was no rain, she howled dryly.

Kurosawa, "..." Headache!

Why did she agree to marry such a guy in a momentary brain twitch?At the beginning, she was obviously very quiet and well-behaved, not so noisy.

"I'm hungry." Kurosawa tried to divert her attention.

"Have pickled green mangoes with mustard for dinner." Kurosawa Yaoyao replied coldly, "You do it."

Looking at Kuisawa Yaoyao's pursed mouth, she seemed to keep crying if he didn't go.

Kurosawa looked at her quite speechlessly, "Do you still think of yourself as a child?"

"I am." Kurosawa Yaoyao nodded seriously.

Kurosawa, "..."

Sighing helplessly, Kurosawa took the initiative to go to the kitchen.

Three minutes later, a plate of green mangoes full of mustard was placed on the dining table, and Kurosawa Yaoyao and Kurosawa sat opposite each other.

Kurosawa Yaoyao enthusiastically handed the fork to Heisawa Zhen, "Ah Zhen, eat more."

"Hehe!" Kurosawa sneered, and pushed a whole plate of wasabi pickled green awns in front of Kurosawa Yaoyao.

"You can start now." Kurosawa crossed his hands and raised his chin coldly.

Kurosawa Yaoyao, "..."

Kurosawa Yaoyao could only grit her teeth, forked a piece of diced mango covered with green mustard and put it in her mouth.

At that moment, Kurosawa Yaoyao shed "moved" tears!

"Hei, Ze, Mr., Sheng, you, yes, me, can, true, good." Every time Hei Ze Yaoyao said a word, there was a feeling of mustard rolling in his mouth.

"Finish." Kurosawa said coldly.

"No." Hei Ze Yaoyao spit out the green awn in his mouth quickly, ran to Hei Zezhen, grabbed his hand and begged for mercy, "This is the first time my beloved husband is cooking dinner for me, I'm going to Buy glue, seal it up, and pass it on to my children and grandchildren.”

Without giving Kurosawa a chance to speak, Kurosawa jumped up cheerfully, very well-behaved and sensible, "I'm going to make dinner now, what would Mr. Kurosawa want to eat? Mr. Kurosawa has an injury on his body, let me have a bowl of pig's blood Soup, detoxification and nourishment."

After finishing speaking, Kurosawa Yaoyao ran to the kitchen without forgetting to lock the door.

Half an hour later, a simple light meal was served, two dishes and one soup.

Kurosawa Yaoyao is like an attentive little bee, enthusiastically surrounds the big flower named "Kurosawa Array" and picks vegetables and cloth soup.

Kurosawa nodded in satisfaction, "The mango can be removed."

"Okay!" Kurosawa Yaoyao dumped the wasabi-pickled mango into the trash can, revived with full blood in an instant, and ate happily.

A burst of piano sounds, beating the familiar "Song of the Seven Sons" by neon people, interrupting the wonderful dinner time of the couple.

Kurosawa Yaoyao exerted force on her hand, and the chopsticks in her hand sacrificed honorably.

Kurosawa, "..."

Kurosawa sighed, picked up the phone beside him and clicked on it.

【Gin Jiu, find Sachiko Yamamura and solve the secret of the Scarlet Beast. BOSS】

Kurosawa turned off his mobile phone, and got up to go back to his room regardless of the fact that he didn't eat much food.

Soon, a man in a black suit, black overcoat, and black top hat came out.

Except for his flowing long hair and excessively pale complexion, the man is black from head to toe, and he is not a good person at first glance.

Before leaving, he paused, turned to look at the people at the table, but met a pair of cold eyes.

Kurosawa Yaoyao is not the kind of top-notch beauty, but the kind of lively and lovely delicate woman who usually looks like a girl next door who has no offensive power.

But when she stared straight at people with those different-colored pupils, one black and one red, it could make people feel scared.

"I just started eating the food I cooked so hard, so I'm leaving?" She tilted her head and looked at people, her face was expressionless, her red left eye seemed to be able to absorb people's souls.

Kurosawa paused for a moment, then said calmly: "Wedding anniversary, if I don't come back, you can spend it by yourself."

"Have you ever thought about our future?" Kurosawa Yaoyao asked with red eyes.

Hearing that she actually asked such a question, Kurosawa Zhen's heart suddenly turned cold, his green eyes were as sharp as knives, "What are you dreaming about? I told you when you asked me to marry you, this marriage There is no light, no future."

"Get out!" Kurosawa Yaoyao grabbed the bowl in hand and threw it at the man.

The bowl flew past Kurosawa Jin's face and landed on the floor behind him, shattering.

Kurosawa turned and left without even moving his brows.

The door was closed, Kurosawa Yaoyao's tears fell down without disappointment.

"Aren't you just a gangster and Taoist? What's the big deal? If you annoy my mother, she will make you a vagrant." Hei Ze Yaoyao spoke harshly to the closed door.

A cell phone rang.

Without thinking about it, I knew it wasn't from that dog man. That dog man would never take the initiative to send her a message.

Kurosawa Yaoyao found her mobile phone and clicked on the latest text message.