Mrs. Bo Was Stripped of a Vest Again Today

Stretched, grumbled with hunger.

She was about to get out of bed to wash, only to hear the bathroom door bang and be opened.

Seeing the man walking out wearing a snow-white bath towel, his chest with a clear texture burst out in front of his eyes, and his eight-pack abs lined up neatly like chocolate, **** and charming.

The man was so perfect that he couldn't fault him.

"Are you not flying today?" She blinked suspiciously with her beautiful apricot eyes.

"I'm flying for the evening flight." Bo Xingzhi said while wiping his dripping hair. "You can find a house slowly. You can move when you find it. Don't worry."

Ruan Su regretted lying about looking for a house last night.

It's a bit hard to get off now.

She had no choice but to smile and nod, "My husband still typed me in."

The man handed her the towel, sat in front of her, she took it over naturally, and began to gently wipe the man's hair.

After it was almost wiped, he threw the towel aside, took the hair dryer, and started blowing his hair.

The wind from the hair dryer was buzzing, the wind was warm, and the thin and sharp eyes narrowed slightly, like a lazy lion.

Ruan Su sighed once again, really like ordinary loving couples!

It's blowing hair again, and it's sticky tossing at night, and tossing in the morning.

Does this seem like the rhythm of a divorce right away?

"It's dried." Ruan Su put away the hair dryer, "Scallion noodles, do you want to eat?"

Bo Xingzhi lay on his side on the bed, propped his chin, staring at her with black eyes, "Can I have another scallion pancake?"

"Yes." Ruan Sujiao smiled and nodded, bent over and kissed the man's lips, "I guarantee you are satisfied."

The man suddenly stretched out his hand and dragged her into his arms, "I feel really disappointed when I think that I will not be able to eat the dishes made by Mrs. Bo in the future."

"Auntie's craftsmanship is not worse than mine." Ruan Su pushed him a little bit, and said with an anguish, "I'm starving to death, let go!"

The uncle housekeeper saw Ruan Su wearing an apron and entering the kitchen, he smiled. "Madam, the ingredients are already in the refrigerator."

"Okay." Ruan Su gave him a gentle smile.

The housekeeper has been following Bo Xingzhi for many years. He knows the man's appetite best. The young master always says that he is not picky and refuses to admit that he is a foodie.

This makes all the aunts and chefs who come to Bo's house feel a headache.

Either salty or sweet, spicy or sour.

Western food is too troublesome, Japanese food is too light...

No matter which cuisine it is, I am not interested.

The strictness of eating has reached a heinous point.

But such a man still has to insist that he is a person who is not picky at all.

Every time the aunt or the chef came to ask what to eat, he always said calmly, it doesn't matter.

The young master's violent and cold temper made people even more tempted to throw him into outer space to fend for themselves when facing the meal.

Obviously, it doesn’t matter. When it’s actually served, the necessary ones will be thrown and bowled: What kind of **** is this for my young master to eat?

Therefore, Young Master Bo's stomach is really hard to serve.

The butler really broke his heart in order to let the young master eat more food.

Because the young master's heinous picky eater has also left the root of the disease, and the stomachache in the middle of the night is even more commonplace.

Until four years ago, the young master got married and married his wife back.

The wife is not only a gentle personality, but she also has a good cooking skill, which is comparable to a Michelin chef, no, she is even better than a Michelin chef!