The Spoilt Wife’s Happy Life with the Commander

Orange Orange sits in a unique position, with people taking care of it from the left and right.

Mu Li clipped the chopsticks in his son's small bowl: "I made this."

Orange orange full of oil stains is about to get close to the man's face and was pushed away.

Ren Jiao's heart was warm and she could not personally experience it. She would not know that she was infected by the warmth when she saw such a picture. She lowered her head to eat with almost no sound, and the chopstick tip that was poking at rice was suddenly covered by a piece of burnt eggplant.

Ren Jiao looked up and was shocked. Dai Ze looked back at his chopsticks as usual, as if the person who had just chopped the vegetables was not him.

He couldn't stop his mouth from eating. He waved his little hand and said indistinctly: "Sister Dai Su Suxi Fan aunt well."

"No." Ren Jiao smiled embarrassingly and held the chopsticks. The eggplant should not eat or not, the hesitation between his brows lightened, and the hand near Dai Ze was suddenly held.

"Don't hide it, thought I wouldn't say it?" Dai Ze turned his head, he still questioned, but the cold current suddenly swept through the warm current, which instantly confused Ren Jiao.

The gentleness in the eyes of the man, despite Liao Ru's sporadic passing, she caught it. What exactly does this mean?

Ren Jiao always felt misleading when he listened to his words. He opened his mouth and said, "What am I hiding, what is wrong with you?"

The relationship between the two is there, and there was a sensation in and out of the hotel news before, this sentence is nothing more than supporting something. However, Ren Jiao must have been wronged. Although they had spent the night, they were not so accurate. Moreover, he was

"We're getting married, and the wedding date will be set soon." Deze held her hand up and looked natural. "Please come, just to say this. Maybe someone has always been hostile to me, now you can rest assured. . "

Mu Li raised an eyebrow, and said it clearly to him. He shrugged and leaned back to look at Lin Qing.

Lin Qing's eyes smiled, and a light arc radiated from her lips: "Really? Great, congratulations."

Dai Ze gently lifted his lips, and the expression of no avoidance made his eyes deeper like a mystery, as if he could not explore the matter in the end. He held Ren Jiao's hand to tighten and his eyebrows stretched out: "Thank you for your blessing, and you will not be disappointed . "

Ren Jiao couldn't tell the taste, even though the marriage contract was settled long ago, her identity as a fiancee could be kicked at any time. She didn't expect Daze to accept it, nor did she look forward to actually getting married. One second ago she was still thinking that maybe one day Dai Ze could not bear it annoyingly, she would propose to terminate the marriage contract and let her leave.

She went with determination that she must share, but the pain was profound all the way. She could admit to a man like Daze in this life, even if she was mean.

But at this moment, even if he used her, even if he trapped himself, would he have to change Lin Qing's peace of mind? Ren Jiao suddenly felt that she really couldn't love this man.

Mu Li held up the glass and said congratulations. The edge of the glass covered the bottom of the deep Youtan. It stands to reason that the surname is not the kind of casual person. If he can say this, he must have made a decision.

Three-point play, three-point surprise, three-point admiration, Mu Li drank the glass of wine.

Lin Qing took Orange's little hand and pointed at Ren Jiao: "Orange, you can't call your aunt and sister anymore, she's going to marry Uncle Dai."

Orange Orange was delighted: "Will that aunt have a younger sister? Orange Orange wants a younger sister."

Lin Qing laughed: "My younger sister is wherever she says she is."

"Also." Orange Orange poked in the bowl with chopsticks in his hand. "Daddy has been saying that Mommy wants to have a brother, and I haven't seen a shadow yet."

A freshly peeled shrimp was stuffed into the orange mouth without dipping the sauce.

"This braised pork ribs tastes really good, Lin Qing, you made it." Ren Jiao casually said that she saw that the two were busy at the time, but I didn't know who was responsible for which dish. Half of them were shocked, but they didn't taste different.

Lin Qing pulled her lips lightly, supported her chin, and put a rib in a bowl of Mu Li: "Taste it, did I make it?"

Mu Li took off his bones and ate his mouth, and put down his chopsticks: "It seems to be better than yours."

Lin Qing pursed her lips lightly: "Nonsense."

Two people cook at a table, but they can't tell who made the dish. When Lin Qing was idle at home, he would drag a man to cook, and sometimes he would learn from one or two. In the long run, the tastes of the meals made by the two people were almost the same.

Orange Orange said that he didn't care who made it, he had to eat it anyway.

Ren Jiao was confused and didn't figure out who it was. She was immersed in panic, and turned to look at Dai Ze several times, seeing him calmly eating like nothing. He had a recurrence of stomach problems some time ago, and she had to remind her every time she took medicine. Naturally, his appetite was not very good, and with a lot of entertainment, he couldn't eat much at a meal.

Today, he ate the whole bowl of rice and drank the chicken soup. Before that, Ren Jiao also thought of various ways, and even went to the best hotels to order meals, he didn't take a few bites.

Ren Jiao drank the soup and drank absently.

A tissue was wiped off the corner of her mouth, and then passed her chin.

Ren Jiao caught the paper towel: "Thank you."

The last word didn't finish, and suddenly a strange feeling made her look up. The two of them were meaningful, and Orange was full of meat, but his thief smiled.

A hand broke into her eyes, wide and powerful, with long fingers and clear bones. What's important is that Ren Jiao recognizes this hand.

Ren Jiao was really speechless this time. All the syllables were stuck in her throat. She could see that Dai Ze was very abnormal today.

But she didn't ask, covering her face in surprise and wiping the oil from the corner of her mouth. Staying beside him was not short, and she still managed to act with the acting.

auzw.com "I hope you will be so good to me in the future." Ren Jiao looked down, smiled and continued to drink soup.

Dai Ze's spine was slightly stiff, and his eyes still had a crystal luster that had not been seen for a long time.

"of course."

The cake was hidden by Lin Qing in advance. Dai Ze did not expect this, and naturally he would not find it. After dinner, Ren Jiao did not hold Lin Qing, and a table and chopsticks were sent to the pool by Lin Qing.

Deze saw Mu Li flash into the kitchen and pulled Ren Jiao away.

Ren Jiao looked at the kitchen and thought of a lot of tableware: "I'll wash it for her."

Deze disdain, dragged her to the sofa, and let her fall into the soft sand with a wave, she still fell aching, the man's voice rang from above his head: "They are together, what are you mixing ? "

Ren Jiao frowned slightly and twisted her hands together: "They are guests and they shouldn't be allowed to do this."

Dai Ze sat down on the opposite sofa. The ceiling light in the living room was not turned on. The shadow was cast from the side, covering his half of Jun's face, tall nose, thin lips, dark like swirling black pool eyes.

After a short while, Daze raised his eyes: "In my opinion, they are not guests."

Ren Jiao's thumb was pinched in the tiger's mouth. The manicured nails left extremely deep marks, and her voice was very soft, and she did not want the conversation to be transmitted into the kitchen. She took a deep breath and was still light: "I know, I'm the extra person. I'm sorry for delaying your rest time this time. If I can, I won't bother."

"How about you laugh?"

Ren Jiao looked up, passing through the layers of light and darkness, and could not see into the eyes of men. She couldn't see through, and she didn't understand it, why didn't she love others, just like him, to hurt others so righteously.

Yes, because I do n’t love.

Deze crossed his fingers and put them on his lap: "You've already disturbed, so I don't plan to let go. Since you want to stir the water, you can't get out of your body."

"Daze, what do you mean?"

"It's very simple. We'll get married, and you won't use it to force you at home. After marriage, you will still be my secretary, and nothing will change."

Ren Jiao laughed loudly, and she couldn't see the paleness in her face in the dark: "It turned out you already planned."

"Plan." Dai Ze coldly raised his eyes. "I never had you in my plan."

The constant temperature room was as warm as spring, but Ren Jiao felt suffocated: "After all, do you do this for her?"

"I seem to have said, don't speculate on my thoughts, let alone take it for granted."

Ren Jiao condensed all emotions, no matter how realistic a scene, it will eventually return to reality, she nodded, deliberately alienated: "I see."

Almost at the same time, an exclamation came from the kitchen, and then a feminine voice broke into the eardrum.

"Mu Li, go out for me, don't get in the way."

Although distant and fuzzy, he broke the diaphragm of the air and made him hear it clearly. With the passage of each syllable, the thin air vibrates slightly, as the strings are closely connected.

It is his heart that connects.

Ren Jiao suddenly said: "Why are you still letting yourself go?"

Deze looked at her, staring at each other, but she never felt real. Until his voice came slowly from the darkness: "This is the real letting go."

Is it?

From the perspective of Ren Jiao, it was clear that he was masturbating, and he wanted to blurt out, and she couldn't take it back when she returned to her mind: "You're not letting go of yourself, but paralysis."

Dai Ze's eyes seemed to be frozen and broken, and his voice was long and low, and he suddenly pointed at Ren Jiao: "Do you love me?"

Ren Jiaola laughed: "What is love?"

Deze's gaze turned to the kitchen. The bright lights were dimmed and warm white, not dazzling. There were two nearly overlapping figures reflected there.

In the kitchen, Mu Li put her chin against Lin Qing's shoulders and held her from behind, her nasal voice echoed, "Huh."

Lin Qing stretched his elbow and bumped him: "Hurry up."

The man lazily buried his face in her neck, staring at the movement in her hand: "Um."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Lin Qing was slightly annoyed, and stopped with his hand: "Hurry out."

The man could not help but open the water for her and foamed at her hands, arms outstretched behind her, washing the tableware in the sink one by one. His fingers were also stained with dishwashing liquid. After washing off the oil stains on the plate, there was a slight fragrance. His nose was still against Lin Qing's neck and his ears were staggered with breath.

Lin Qing was completely sandwiched between his arms in this posture, and with a slight movement, her waist was pinched as if by no means. Lin Qing's cheeks were reddish, and he grabbed his wrist: "If you want to wash, just let me wash well."

The man interrupted her: "Don't be noisy, don't be afraid that other people will hear meditation."

Lin Qing impatiently pushed him: "Then don't move around."