The Reborn Little Wife is Beautiful and Sassy

Chu Wan was fascinated by Huo Yanzheng, and time passed quietly.

When Huo Yanzheng cooked the noodles and came out, Chu Wan couldn't even look back with nostalgia.

"The noodles are cooked and ready to eat." Huo Yanzheng held two bowls of noodles, carefully placed them on the table, and arranged two pairs of chopsticks, "Try them and see if I can improve them."

Huo Yanzheng's deep and cold voice brought Chu Wan back from her thoughts of running away. She looked at the steaming noodles on the table, slowly picked up the chopsticks, and tasted them carefully.

The noodles are chewy and the soup is rich.

"It's delicious. This is the most delicious noodle I've ever eaten." Chu Wan commented matter-of-factly.

She didn't think she was exaggerating the truth, but Huo Yanzheng's cooking skills were already good, and coupled with Huo Yanzheng's full love, this bowl of noodles opened up her taste buds, and her heart felt warm and sweet.

"I'll cook you another bowl when I have time next time." After receiving Chu Wan's approval, Huo Yanzheng pursed his lips and suppressed his quietly raised eyebrows.

"Okay." Chu Wan was immersed in joy and responded happily, "I said, I will eat everything you made with your own hands."

It doesn't matter whether it's delicious or not, as long as it's cooked by Huo Yanzheng, Chu Wan will eat it with dignity.

"I didn't take advantage of others' danger, Xi Tong." Seeing that Zhao Xitong had misunderstood, Luo Zhibin quickly said: "It was you who kept holding me back last night and refused to let me go. If you ask me to stay, I can't refuse you.

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She was unwilling.

In front of Luo Zhibin, Zhao Xitong pretended not to care and pretended to be calm, but crystal tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes.

He confirmed her idea.

The bathrobe is open, and the delicate collarbone is dazzlingly white under the bright light. The imaginative red plums scattered all over it are impossible to ignore.

She could remember some things, but she remembered them vaguely and not very clearly.

The Royal Garden was a joyful place, and the warm and harmonious atmosphere continued unbroken until the next day.

Without the cover of the hip-hugging skirt, she was wearing a loose gray bathrobe.

Not long after, the memories of last night emerged bit by bit, and she finally came to her senses.

"It's not your fault, I was drunk." She fell asleep even when she was drunk. She felt the headache of a hangover firsthand.

Having seen many women crying, his heart gradually hardened and he would not be easily swayed by a woman's tears.

Luo Zhibin was at a loss for a moment. He sat by the bed and wanted to raise his hand to help Zhao Xitong wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, but he did not dare to do it because he was afraid of irritating Zhao Xitong.

Zhao Xitong's eyes dropped a little and he looked at himself.

Many times, when Zhao Xitong was out drinking, Luo Zhibin would pick him up.

To him, her tears were powerful enough to shake the walls of his heart that had taken years to build.

A hint of ambiguity circulates in the air.

"Listen to me, don't cry yet. I can't bear to see you sad, and I won't be able to bear it." Luo Zhibin, a charming and elegant man, walks around in sensual occasions. It's not like he has never seen women cry before.

My head hurts and I feel dizzy.

Looking up again, the darkness on Zhao Xitong's face had long since disappeared, along with the bright reluctance.

"I leave my drunken self to you because I always believe that you will not bully me or take advantage of others."

Zhao Xitong sat up from the soft bed. She had slept for a long time. The sun was shining brightly outside the window.

Luo Zhibin explained sincerely, "Yes, we stayed together last night."

But Luo Zhibin's next words made Zhao Xitong's eyes move slightly, and then, a trace of light seeped out, restoring her vitality to her dark pupils.

Zhao Xitong casually observed Luo Zhibin and saw that he was wearing a clean white shirt without even a wrinkle. His facial features were delicate and handsome, and his expression was as sunny and warm as before, without revealing anything strange.

"I still have a headache, but it's much better." Zhao Xitong suppressed the discomfort that came over her and smiled delicately, unable to hide the paleness on her face.

The person she wants to marry, even if it's not Huo Yanzheng, is Mo Yize, who is more powerful than Luo Zhibin.

It wasn't him who took the initiative, it was her refusal to let go.

Seeing how delicate and fragile she was, Luo Zhibin couldn't help but feel pity for her, "I originally ordered a bowl of hangover soup for you, but it's a pity that you fell asleep, otherwise you wouldn't feel so uncomfortable."

She is involved in scenes of ambiguous entanglement with Luo Zhibin.

I don't want myself and Luo Zhibin to break through the last layer of window paper between lovers.

The noise made by Zhao Xitong attracted Luo Zhibin's attention.

"Before I called you, I didn't expect things to develop to this point." Zhao Xitong's sweet voice lowered, as if sighing, mixed with a hint of disappointment.

So many times nothing unexpected happened.

As far as the eye can see, there are messy bed sheets, as well as her luxury bags, hip-hugging skirts, and high heels, all scattered on the ground.

He walked to the bed, his gentle eyes were soft, and he stared at Zhao Xitong with concern, "Xitong, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"Actually, Xitong, we haven't reached the last step yet." Luo Zhibin hesitated for a long time, and then he told Zhao Xitong the truth.

The moment Zhao Xitong saw Luo Zhibin appear, her reaction was a little slow and she was stunned for a while.

The drops of crystal sparkled with bright color, making her even more charming.

Zhao Xitong couldn't muster much strength and struggled to express her feelings, "I was so confused last night that I didn't know what happened. Now that I wake up, my mind is blank."

She was afraid that Luo Zhibin would be responsible for her.

Zhao Xitong's expression changed several times, and her long hair fell down on the side of her face, hiding her dark expression.

But Zhao Xitong is different from others, she is the white moonlight in his heart, the woman he has always dreamed of marrying home.

But this time, she and he broke through the boundaries of friendship.

"I was in the club at that time. It was because I was in such a bad mood that I wanted to drink some wine. Then I accidentally got drunk. You and I have been friends for many years and I have no worries about you."

She hesitated for a moment, raised her eyelids, and asked him pretending to be indifferent: "Were you the one who was with me last night?"

But when Zhao Xitong woke up in the club, she covered her head with a hangover and her eyes were in a daze. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings without panicking.

Originally, he had selfish motives. Seeing that Zhao Xitong mistakenly believed that they had a substantial relationship, he had the opportunity to conceal the truth.

But he didn't want to deceive her.

He was afraid that one day if she knew that he had deceived her, she would alienate him and not even want to be friends with him.

Without the possibility of getting close to her, this would make him feel tortured and tormented repeatedly.

He doesn't want to drift away from her.