Run Away from My Honey a Thousand Times

"Hungry, cook!" Ling Yue gave an order, and Ye Youran could only force herself to get into the kitchen alone.

Ye Youran, the kitchen waste, stared in a daze at the large amount of ingredients in front of him, turned his head, and wailed miserably, "Ping Ting was invited home by me, Ling Yue, she is my guest. Let her come in. I have something to follow. She chats."

Ling Yue used his toes to know what Ye Youran was thinking about. She abducted Cheng Pingting and came back to let someone else cook for her. How could I marry such a lazy wife!

"Let her toss herself, don't help her." Ling Yue glanced at Cheng Pingting threateningly.

Cheng Pingting shrank and sat down, throwing a helpless look at Ye Youran.

"Sniff!" Ye Youran snorted.

She had a dark face, looking at the lobster with its teeth and dancing claws, "It's nothing difficult to cook, and it's not to kill people, just get familiar with it!"

He took a deep pot, poured half a bottle of oil, waited for the oil to bubble, and Ye Youran used that mortal determination to throw this untreated lobster directly into the frying.

It may be that Lord Lobster died too violently. He kept struggling, and a few drops of hot oil splashed on Ye Youran's arm, causing her to scream in pain.

Cheng Pingting in the living room probed worriedly, Ling Yue still had a cold face, as if he hadn't heard the scream.

There was a crashing sound from the kitchen, and the oil splashed everywhere.

"Ye Youran, do you want to burn our house?!" Ling Yue couldn't help but walked towards the kitchen.

Ye Youran was a little embarrassed, grabbed the lid and covered it, isn't it shameful to be seen by them!

She straightened her back, turned her head and forced a calm smile, "Honey, you can eat in a while."

Ling Yue glanced at the kitchen, then looked at Ye Youran's brilliant smile at this time, she was really mad at her.

I have to say that Ye Youran is a killer in the kitchen. She hasn't been in for ten minutes. The place is messy enough to not be looked at directly.

"Ye Youran, besides me being so unlucky, who else wants to marry you!!" Ling Yue looked at the white smoked pot over there, reached out and quickly turned off the fire, dragging her out.

Ye Youran was guilty of staying outside the kitchen door, watching Ling Yue cleaning up the oil-stained utensils around him, still not forgetting to retort, "Can't say that, I still like it."

"Which man's eyes are muddled by shit, he actually likes you." Ling Yue stared at her grimly, turned around and took out the ingredients neatly.

Ye Youran pulled Cheng Pingting and pointed to Ling Yue's voice and complained, "Look, this is what President Ling said outside, fart! Actually he said that he is cold and arrogant, isn't he just a poisonous tongue?

"You dare to say it!"

Seeing that she had done something wrong, Ling Yue didn't know how to admit her mistake. Instead, the wicked filed a complaint first. He immediately took a step forward, stretched out his big hand and pinched her nose.

"Hey! Let go, I said that I can't pinch my nose. I have the most beautiful nose all over my body. Let go! Let go!" Ye Youran was like a frying animal.

Ling Yue's original taciturn personality was inspired by her, and it was difficult not to get angry.

Every time Ye Youran irritated Ling Yue, there was no good fruit to eat. Even if she acted shamelessly afterwards, it was useless. Ling Yue already had antibodies.

"Wash the bowl!"

After finally filling his stomach, Ling Yue put his chopsticks aside and pulled Cheng Pingting, who was trying to help, with his hands. The two left the restaurant, leaving Ye Youran alone to face the leftovers.

"I... I'll go and help..." Cheng Pingting lowered her head slightly, her wrist being held by Ling Yue, this feeling was strange, and her heartbeat speeded up inexplicably. "If you can't help her, don't let her suffer, she will be lawless!" Ling Yue dragged Cheng Pingting to the living room.

Just let Ye Youran clean up the dishes, is this a bitterness? Cheng Pingting let out a laugh while sitting on the sofa beside Ling Yue.

Listening to his wife's wailing while washing the dishes, Ling Yue felt a lot more comfortable.

He made a cup of tea for Cheng Pingting, "Ye Youran just lacks pumping," Ling Yue said, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, "It's not bad to abuse her once in a while."

Cheng Pingting didn't quite understand what Ling Yue was talking about, but he smiled so real that Ling Yue really loved his wife.

...Does Ye Youran love him? She hid some secrets and contacted Cheng Jingting secretly. Will he mind if Ling Yue knows these?

"Ling Yue, broke two bowls." Ye Youran popped a head out, watching them chat and drinking tea so comfortably, and suddenly felt that they were inhumane.

"Our porcelains are all alive soon, Ye Youran, you can let them die any day you resuscitate them."

Ye Youran knew that he was teasing herself, and looked at a man and a woman in the living room, living in peace and harmony, feeling something wrong in her heart.

Ling Yue really likes a quiet and well-behaved woman. If a woman sits so close to him, she would have been thrown ten meters away by Ling Yue.

Ye Youran wasn't jealous, she just had to make bad ideas in her mind, or in Leng Xiao's words, she was very confident of Ling Yue, she felt that he was hers, and it was impossible to fall in love with other women.

"Ling Yue, the lobster I fried today tastes good." After finishing cleaning the bowl, he ran out with a bright smile, and sat down beside Ling Yue, asking for his credit.

"I forgot to take photos just now," Ling Yue said grimly, "It's really rare for my wife to make a delicious dish."

Ye Youran leaped into his arms, rubbing her little hand on Ling Yue's body, "Don't say that, maybe one day I can really become a beautiful kitchen **** like Ping Ting, husband, you have to have faith in me. Yeah."

Cheng Pingting turned her head to look, her cheeks flushed, Ling Yue and Ye Youran's movements were a bit ambiguous.

"Did you rub your hands clean?!" Ling Yueyinqing just said weirdly.

Every time Ye Youran was unwilling to wash the bowls, it was like making a bad idea, rubbing him in his arms so that he was covered with dirty water. The more the woman acted to please her, it was often not a good thing.

Ye Youran's face was stern, and there was no shame in her eyes, and she turned the subject slyly as usual, "Ling Yue, when I was washing the bowl just now, my finger broke a bit of blood."

Ling Yue got used to her virtue earlier, looked down at the two wet palm prints on her clothes, and then at the invisible injuries on her little fingers. He stretched out his hand and pushed her down on the sofa.

He lowered his head, looked down at her, pinched her face with two big hands, and said gloomily, "You RH-negative AB type panda blood, and it is the original blood cultivated by Ye Qianxun. Your blood is so precious. You don’t need to do housework this time. We move back to Ling's house, where there are hundreds of servants who can use..."

Ye Youran knew that he was scolding herself again, and refuted a few words with a calm face.

The two were noisy as usual, Cheng Pingting was ignored by them, she just felt very embarrassed.

"Youran, it's time for me to go home, thank you for your hospitality tonight." Cheng Pingting finally found the opportunity, and she trot to Ye Youran and said politely.

"I left so soon, Ye Qianxun will not come back tomorrow, will you not stay overnight at my house tonight? I have many rooms in my house."

"Don't bother."

Seeing Cheng Pingting's insistence, Ye Youran couldn't force her to stay behind, and finally found a taxi to take her away.

When Cheng Pingting returned to Cheng’s house, it was already ten o’clock in the evening. Mr. Cheng was used to going to bed early. Mr. Cheng gave birth to only one son of Cheng Jinxiong, and Cheng Jinxiong had been recuperating with eye problems in another small house. Anhe’s rules over the years Take care of her husband, get up and go to bed early every day.

Cheng Jingting is a freak and doesn't like to communicate more with people, while Cheng Jingya can be regarded as the most active person in the Cheng family, often staying away at night.

Cheng Pingting went straight back to her home. The Cheng family didn't know whether it was a poor person or a feng shui problem. Cheng Pingting always felt uncomfortable here.

Just opened the door of his room, but unexpectedly saw his mother Anhe sitting on the bed, as if waiting for him.

"Mom." Cheng Pingting shouted An He with a somewhat formal expression, calmly, without too much emotion.

"Why didn't I come back so late!" An He frowned and stared at her dissatisfied.

"I met with you from the Bai family this morning. When you left, you said you wanted to go back to the restaurant to get your lost bags. It took a long time to go, Pingting, why did you learn so badly."

Cheng Pingting lowered her head and said nothing, letting An He scold.

"Why did I give birth to you this hopeless daughter!" At last, An He felt that he was scolding boringly, so he snorted and didn't bother to care about it.

"Bai Shijie doesn't like me. He likes Cheng Jingya, so let's forget about the marriage." Cheng Pingting waited for her mother to finish her blame before speaking slowly.

"Forget it, it's not your turn to be the master of this matter." An He glared at her annoyedly, without any mother's love in his eyes.

"Pingting, you may not like my mother, but you are also my own. It is better for you to marry the Bai family than to marry a poor boy. It is rare for your grandfather to arrange this marriage for you. Don't care whether Bai Shijie likes it or not. You, in short, you are married, and even if Bai Shijie has a woman outside, you are also the young lady of the Bai family."

"I know I'm not happy, do I want to marry?" Cheng Pingting bit her lip and retorted in a low voice.

She knew that she would never have learned how to be so assertive and upright as Ye Youran in her life, but this is her biological mother, how could she completely ignore my future? Should I betray the rest of my life for the Cheng family? !

Seeing his daughter's retort, An He's face darkened, "Ping Ting, why are you so unsufficient! You also know that you can become the third youngest sister of the Cheng family only because of your special blood type."

"I know!" Cheng Pingting was suddenly agitated, "If I am not RH-negative AB blood, if it is not because they need my blood, I will be sent to an orphanage as soon as I am born."

Cheng Pingting whispered in a low voice, with grievances and accusations, "I am not afraid of living a hard life, I would rather grow up in an orphanage..."

When An He heard her say this, instead of comforting her, he looked angry and shouted, "Why did I give birth to you this useless thing? What do you mean by this? You want to look at your biological mother. I was kicked out of Cheng's house!"

It was precisely because of Cheng Pingting's blood type that Anhe, who was a maid, could become the wife of the Cheng family.

Cheng Pingting didn't speak any more. She knew that she had known since a very young age that the happiness she longed for was so far away from her, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach it.

An He scolded wildly, and at the end she felt her throat dry, and then slammed the door to leave.

Cheng Pingting stepped forward and locked the door. She felt that she was really cowardly, and suddenly she thought of Ye Youran again.

Ye Youran happened to have the same blood type as herself, but she was so beautiful, and she had a husband who spoiled her, she never let herself be wronged, she just said something when she thought of it.

"I'm really useless... If I were her..."