The black-bellied president forced his wife to marry

152 Chapter 3 It's Really Got It ([-])
After waiting and watching for a while, she walked out of the bedroom, escaping from the place filled with ambiguity that was about to suffocate her.

Sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room, Shen Lue almost sat like a stone statue. The rain fell silently outside the window, and the clock ticked inside the window. The time passed silently like a trickling stream. The growling stomach brought back to God.

Walking into the kitchen, the brand-new kitchen utensils showed that the fire was not often fired here. It seemed that Mrs. Wang had only cooked here a few times after she came here.Open the refrigerator, the fresh vegetables have been eaten, but fortunately there are still a few eggs.

Warm water was poured neatly, the eggshell was cracked, and the golden poached eggs sizzled in the pan.She leaned on the sink and looked out of the window. The summer rain did not know when it would stop. The glass was stained with round water droplets, and the street that was just lit up was refracted with radiance, blurred and changing.

"What are you thinking? The eggs are burnt!"

The sudden male voice startled Shen slightly.She looked back, Tang Song was dressed in off-white home clothes, leaning leisurely at the door of the kitchen to look at her, the tip of her hair was still dripping slightly, but the hand holding the towel did not move.

Shen Lue didn't expect him to wake up so early and asked, "Oh, do you want to eat? Sorry, I'll fry another one."

The staring eyes were too hot, she quickly turned her head and looked into the pot, and the fried egg was indeed covered with black borders.

"No need, I'm so hungry." He took a few steps forward, glanced at the food in the pot, turned off the gas stove, then handed her the towel, and stretched his arms to get the tableware.

Shen Lue cautiously dodged left and right. Why couldn't he open his hands after entering the spacious kitchen.

He chuckled, always leaning against her on purpose, and then, when he saw her reflexively bouncing away due to the touch of her body, his face darkened.

"Not used to it yet?" He asked sullenly, grabbed her hand directly, and easily moved it into his arms, and the kiss was so dense that he pressed it down.

Having offended him again, Shen Lue wailed in his heart.It took her all afternoon to make up her mind to follow his wishes and try to disobey him as little as possible, but it was not easy to implement.She knew that she should let him get whatever he wanted like a puppet at this time, but it was very difficult to control the most primitive rejection reaction of her body.

Apart from the youthful love that ended without a cause, she had no other emotional experience, and she didn't know how to get along intimately with a strange man she didn't like.

"Well... the poached egg is about to fall." Shen Lue reminded him while taking a breath.

Tang Song ignored her, and let her go after he was satisfied, caressing her bright red face, and said with a low smile, "Well, there is progress."

An ambiguous atmosphere permeated Chuwan's kitchen, and what he said made her feel so embarrassed that she wanted to put a pot on her head.

There were really no ingredients at hand, only toast and milk could fill his stomach, Shen Lue looked at the burnt black egg in stark contrast to the white plate, feeling very disturbed.But he stood in the kitchen and swallowed it three times and two times as if nothing happened.

"Ah! Did I forget to add salt too?" She exclaimed suddenly as if remembering.

Tang Songmo, after chewing hard with the milk, said: "Let it go." Only he knows whether his mouth is sweet or bitter.If it weren't for her sudden discovery, he really thought she was deliberately taking revenge on him.

However, it is really hard to eat.

Shen Lue was about to cook another one, but was stopped by Tang Song, "Let's go out to eat, I haven't eaten for a day, so what's the point of just eating these? Go, change clothes."

He had just pushed her into the cloakroom to choose a dress when the phone rang, so he had no choice but to give up the pleasure of admiring the beauty changing and sat on the sofa to answer the phone.

(End of this chapter)