My Wife Poke Me

Shi Mubai went to a glass of water and handed it to her.

Tang Shinian took a big sip and felt much better. She held the cup and slowly said, "... when did you come back?"

Shi Mubai sat on the sofa slowly, legs crossed, "It's been a minute."

He set his sights on the LCD TV and happened to play the role of Tang Shinian.

Don't know why, Tang Shinian was a little awkward.

Shi Mubai's Yu Guang glanced at the snack in her arms and asked, "Did you eat?"

Tang Shinian: "... No."

After coming out of the company, she went straight back to Blue Moon Bay and ate only a few snacks.

Shi Mubai faintly looked back: "Eat less puffed food in the future."

Tang Shinian held the potato chips in his arms subconsciously, "I only eat them occasionally."

The man glanced at her: "You can't eat this as a meal."

Tang Shinian: "..."

What to do, so scared!

Shi Mubai stood up, walked towards the refrigerator, and glanced at the ingredients in the refrigerator.

He held the door of the refrigerator with one hand, and looked back at the people behind him, "Can pasta work?"

Tang Shinian asked hesitantly, "... Brother Mubai, would you do that?"

Shi Mubai glanced at her, but did not speak, and walked towards the kitchen with the ingredients.

Tang Shinian was also a bit bored in the living room and followed into the kitchen.

In fact, Shi Mubai not only does the cooking, but also cuts the vegetables first-rate.

The slender hand took a knife to cut the tomatoes and was very skillful. At a glance, I knew it was not the first time.

Tang Shinian remembered the taste of the noodles he made last time, and couldn't help asking, "Why didn't you say you would make that day?"

Shi Mubai raised her eyelids to look at her, "Have you asked me?"

Tang Shi reads for a moment, okay, really not.

After a while, the pasta was ready, the kitchen smelled of fragrant smell, and Tang Shinian's taste buds were all hooked up.

Shi Mubai served two bowls. Xu Shi remembered Tang Shinian's scald at Shizhai. He didn't let her handle it.

Tang Shinian ate delicious pasta, and even some did not believe that it was made by Shi Mubai.

"Brother Mubai, when did you learn?"

The man said lightly, "I used to go to school in the U.S. and was not used to eating there, so I did it myself."

Tang Shinian remembered that after graduating from Harvard, Shi Mubai did not return to China, but developed in the United States.

After eating half the food, she suddenly remembered what happened in the morning. She bit her chopsticks and tempted, "This morning ..."

Shi Mubai stopped and looked up at her: "What?"

It seems he forgot ...

Tang Shinian relaxed and smiled, "It's all right."

But when she saw Mu Bai looked at her with thin ink lips, her lips opened slightly, her voice was low, "Do you mean that you are restless during sleep, when you wake up and find me holding me to sleep, or do you mean that I kiss you?"

Tang Shinian: "... No, you think too much."

He: "What do you want to ask?"

Tang Shinian's eyes dodged, and he did not dare to look directly into his eyes: "... Anyway, those are not the ones you just said."

Shi Mubai gave her a deep look.

After washing the bowl, Tang Shinian made excuses and said, "I remember that Yuan Shen has something to do with me."

After running, I ran away, which meant a bit of desertion.

As soon as Tang Shinian's forefoot reached the bedroom, there was a knock outside.

What did Shi Mubai ask her? After hesitating, she opened the door.

Outside the door, Shi Mubai was standing against the wall, holding a cigarette in his hand, and a mobile phone in the other hand.

Seeing Tang Shi read it out, he handed over his slender hand.

"Mobile phone."

Tang Shinian really wanted to find a hole to drill in. She took the mobile phone with a distressed look and couldn't wait to close the door.

The man's big hand stretched out to block her movement, and the deep ink eyes fell on her, "hide what?"