The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting

Shui Anluo looked down at the vegetables in his hand and cooked for Chu Cuiyi.

Shui Anluo rolled his eyes and looked back at the refrigerator. If she remembered correctly, Chu's wing had a bad stomach, she couldn't touch anything cold, and even spicy.

The reason I knew this was because my mother told herself that when she got married, she had to think more about her husband, so she actively explored Chu Cuiyi's preferences and taboos. Now that she wants to come, I did not expect that past inquiries have helped her.

Cooking, right, she can't do anything else. Spicy fish, Mapo tofu is the best, and she also comes with a handmade ice cream.

Shui Anluo thought, his heart was getting happier, and his movements accelerated a little.

Therefore, in less than an hour, the whole apartment was spread by rice.

The man in the study room was also attracted by this meal for the first time, Chu Cuiyi put down his earphones, then got up and walked out along the fragrance.

Chu Cuiyi stood at the entrance of the stairs, watching the cheerful back in the kitchen.

He thought he knew who the photo was for and what the purpose was.

"Chu Xiyi, little smelly fart, don't eat hot peppers to kill you, la la la la la ..." Shui Anluo was doing the final strife work of Mapo Tofu, and there was a word in his mouth to arrange Chu Cuiyi.

"Cumpy wings, big badass, marrying a wife is shameless."

"What a mess."

"Oh ..."

Shui Anluo screamed, lost his chopsticks, and looked back at the man who suddenly appeared.

"Mum ..."

Shui Anluo couldn't help swallowing saliva in the small space of the kitchen.

Chu Cuiyi looked down, and there was a river of red mountains and rivers above Liulitai. He frowned slightly, and finally made an unpleasant fold. He pressed his hands on the Liulitai, trapping Shui'anluo between himself and the stream Between desks.

"What's this?" Chu Muyi said lowly, already unhappy.

The warm breath hit her ears, and Shui Anluo couldn't help the heartbeat like a thunder. Mommy, this close contact is prone to myocardial infarction!

"Supper, supper."

Chu Cuiyi's lips slipped again, but not far from her.

"Spicy fish, boiled meat, spicy shrimp, Mapo tofu, what else?" The tone of Chu's wings remained unchanged, but the breath hitting her ears was stronger.

Shui Anluo suddenly shook his head. In this way, he would really die, so the next second, Shui Anluo pushed the man pressed on his body away and looked at him proudly.

"There is also an ice cream, a free snack after dinner. Doesn't President Chu think this dinner is very rich?"

Hum, let her Shui Anluo cook, it will also pay a price.

Chu Cuiyi was pushed away, took a step back to stand still, and then looked at the proud woman in front of her.

It is impossible for her not to know that she cannot eat too irritating things, so these things plus that ice cream can only show a problem, she is intentional.

Shui Anluo turned around and threw out the thickened mapo tofu, put it on the counter, smiled and bowed slightly, and then spoke with the hotel waiter generally: "Chu always use slowly, I will give you dessert after dinner Come."

Shui Anluo said, in order to avoid being caught by him, immediately turned around, ah, dare to let her cook, see if he has a second time?

"Water-An-Network."

The icy voice of Chu Cuiyi spread from the kitchen to the whole apartment, mixed with the quiet fragrance of rice.