My Wife Poke Me

Shi Mubai went to get a glass of water and handed it to her.

Tang Shinian took a sip and felt much better. Holding the cup, she said slowly, "...When did you come back?"

Shi Mubai sat on the sofa slowly and crossed his legs, "It's been a minute."

He set his sights on the LCD TV, just in time for the role played by Tang Shinian.

For some reason, Tang Shinian was a little embarrassed.

Shi Mubai glanced at the snacks in her arms and asked aloud, "Have you eaten yet?"

Tang Shinian: "...No."

After leaving the company, she went straight back to Blue Moon Bay and only had some snacks.

Shi Mubai withdrew his gaze lightly: "Eat less puffed food in the future."

Tang Shinian subconsciously hugged the potato chips in his arms, "I only eat them occasionally."

The man glanced at her: "That can't be eaten as a meal."

Tang Shinian: "..."

What to do, I'm so scared!

Shi Mubai stood up, walked towards the refrigerator, and glanced at the ingredients in the refrigerator.

He held the door of the refrigerator with one hand and turned to ask the person behind him, "Is pasta okay?"

Tang Shinian asked hesitantly, "...Brother Mu Bai, can you do it?"

Shi Mubai glanced at her, but did not speak, and walked towards the kitchen with the ingredients.

Tang Shinian was also a little bored in the living room alone, and followed into the kitchen.

In fact, it proves that Shi Mubai is not only good at cooking, but also first-class in chopping.

The slender hands are holding the knife to cut the tomatoes, and the movements are skillful, and at a glance, you know that it is not the first time.

Tang Shinian remembered the noodles that he made last time, and couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you say that you would make it that day?"

Shi Mubai lifted his eyelids to look at her, "Did you ask me?"

Tang Shinian choked, well, no.

After a while, the pasta was ready, and there was a fragrant smell in the kitchen, and Tang Shinian's taste buds were all hooked.

Shi Mubai filled two bowls, perhaps thinking of Tang Shinian's burn at Shi's house, he didn't let her take it.

Tang Shinian was eating delicious pasta, and he didn't even believe it was made by Shi Mubai.

"Brother Mu Bai, when did you learn?"

The man said lightly, "I used to go to school in the United States and I was not used to the food there, so I made it myself."

Tang Shinian remembered that after graduating from Harvard, Shi Mubai did not return to China, but developed in the United States.

Halfway through eating, she suddenly remembered what happened in the morning. She bit her chopsticks and said tentatively, "This morning..."

Shi Mubai stopped and looked up at her: "What?"

It seems he forgot...

Tang Shinian relaxed and smiled, "It's okay."

But he saw Shi Mubai staring at her with dark eyes, his thin lips slightly parted, his voice low, "Do you mean that you sleep restlessly and wake up and find you are holding me to sleep, or is it about me kissing you?"

Tang Shinian: "...No, you think too much."

Him: "Then what do you want to ask?"

Tang Shinian's eyes dodged, not daring to look directly at him: "...It's not what you just said anyway."

Shi Mubai gave her a deep look.

After washing the dishes, Tang Shinian made an excuse and said, "I remember that Yuan Shen has something to do with me."

After he finished speaking, he ran away, a bit like running away.

As soon as Tang Shinian reached the bedroom, there was a knock on the door.

What did Shi Mubai want her to do? After hesitating for a while, she opened the door.

Outside the door, Shi Mubai was leaning against the wall, with a cigarette in his hand and a mobile phone in the other.

Seeing Tang Shi read it out, he handed it over with his slender hand.

"cell phone."

Tang Shinian really wanted to find a hole to get in, but she took the phone with a look of embarrassment and couldn't wait to close the door.

The man's big hand reached out to block her movements, and his deep ink eyes fell on her, "What are you hiding?"

Happy New Year