Warm marriage as ever

Chapter 42 Can You Cook?

Nangong Yu has a cold personality, and Song Yuli is not a talkative person.

Especially she is not very familiar with Nangong Yu, so even if the two of them are sitting together watching TV, even if a funny skit is playing on TV, Song Yuli still feels that the atmosphere between her and Nangong Yu is a bit sweet The embarrassment of juice.

"Grumbling--"

At this time, a strange sound came from Song Yuli's stomach.

Song Yuli's face turned red in an instant, she stretched out her hands uncomfortably to rub her stomach, and glanced at Nangong Yu quietly from the corner of her eye, seeing that he was frowning slightly and looking at her in puzzlement, Song Yuli just I feel my face getting redder.

Seeing Song Yuli clutching her stomach and not speaking for a long time, Nangong Yu thought she had a stomachache and panicked.

"What's wrong with you? Do you want to go to the hospital for an examination?"

After speaking, he stood up and prepared to take Song Yu to the hospital for a good checkup.

Song Yuli blushed upon hearing this, shook his head, lowered his head, and said sullenly, "I'm fine."

As soon as the words were finished, her stomach rang again, and the hands on her stomach were tightened. Song Yuli bit her lip, and she was too embarrassed to look at Nangong Yu.

Hearing what Song Yuli said, Nangong Yu heaved a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but put his heart back where it was.

It's fine.

Thinking of this, Nangong Yu looked at Song Yuli and said for the first time in the most gentle voice in his life, "Then are you tired? Do you want to go back to your room to rest?"

Looking at Nangong Yu's cautious appearance, Song Yuli was a little dazed and uncomfortable.

If she wasn't pregnant, wouldn't he treat himself like this.

It would be great if he could treat himself so gently all the time.

Thinking of this, she twitched the corners of her mouth, smiled at Nangong Yu, then shook her head: "I'm not tired, I'm just a little hungry."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and scratched his head in embarrassment.

After Nangong Yu left in the morning, she was alone at home.

She was bored by herself, so she disturbed the room once, and then felt a little tired, so she went back to the room and took a nap. As a result, she slept until four o'clock in the afternoon and didn't eat lunch.

Maybe it was because of pregnancy, the whole person was lazy, Song Yuli was getting late, so she was going to wait for her uncle and the others to come back to have dinner together, so she only ate an apple to pad her stomach.

In general, Song Yuli didn't eat anything other than the bowl of porridge he drank in the morning and the apple he ate when he woke up.

After hearing this, Nangong Yu walked into the kitchen without saying a word, opened the refrigerator and took a look, then he had an idea in his heart.

"Do you eat fried noodles?"

Song Yuli blinked after hearing this, and then came to the kitchen. Seeing that Nangong Yu was picking ingredients, she was a little surprised: "You know how to cook?"

In her opinion, Nangong Yu belongs to the kind of person who reaches out for clothes and opens his mouth for food. She never imagined that the noble, elegant, abstinent and high-quality Nangong Yu would actually deal with the kitchen.

Seeing Song Yuli questioning himself, Nangong Yu glanced at her lightly, then took the ingredients and walked to the pool without saying a word.

Song Yuli, who was glanced at, rubbed his nose in embarrassment, then cheekily followed, standing one meter away from Nangong Yu, watching.

The big hands with well-defined joints cleaned all kinds of ingredients in an orderly manner. At first, Song Yuli looked at it seriously, but later, she gradually lost her mind.

That night, Nangong Yu used these slender hands to caress her whole body.

(End of this chapter)