The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

There are no nightmares and no warnings, just like finding a quiet and full of dependence on the harbor.

The sun fell on his face, and the river stretched out and sat up from the bed.

The whole room was quiet, and her clothes were stacked on the bedside table.

The Tunxi eyeball turned and quickly opened the safe in the bedside table.

She thought it must be empty again.

Since Ji Mingxi knew that she was going to steal the secrets of Jijia, how could she still give her a chance to marry her?

The safe can be opened, but she is dumbfounded.

Because of the brown file bag, it was quietly placed in the safe.

Tunxi’s breathing was a little short, and he was about to take the file bag out, but he heard the sound of the door lock turning.

She was shocked and quickly closed the door and quickly jumped into bed, pretending she was still asleep.

The steady footsteps approached the bed a little bit.

Then, even if she closed her eyes, she felt a shadow cast toward herself.

Accompanied by warm breathing.

Then, a soft kiss fell on her eyebrows, nose, eyes, and the next one would fall on her lips.

Tunxi slammed up from the bed and blushes like a ripe shrimp.

She stared at the man in front of her, biting her teeth: "Ji Ming, don't be too much."

The opposite man is dressed casually, tall and long legs, temperament, handsome face and innocent look, cold and indifferent, but it is so rotten in the bones!

Ji Ming also has a different look: "When you wake up, get up and have breakfast. These are your favorite."

Tunxi looked suspiciously.

This man and himself only know a few days, know what they like most?

At the insistence of Ji Mingxi, Tunxi had to wash and start to have breakfast.

At the moment when the lily lotus porridge had just entered the entrance, Tunxi stunned. "This taste..."

The man’s low voice came from his ear. “What’s wrong? Not taste?”

No, how can it not taste?

It should be said that it is too tasteful.

Just now, Ji Mingxi said that she is her favorite, she still does not believe.

But at this time, she felt that she had never eaten such delicious porridge.

Even more than her own superb cooking, there is even more than that.

Guanxi looked at Ji Ming’s complex look in a complex way. “It’s delicious, your chef’s craft is very good.”

"Thank you for your compliment." Ji Ming said with no expression, "If you like, I can do it for you every day."

"Cough... cough and cough...!!"

Tunxi was caught by the porridge in his mouth, and he kept coughing.

Ji Minglu gently patted her several times before she eased.

Looking at his eyes is gentle, helpless and tolerant, just like a child who is holding a palm in his hand.

The face of Tunxi was inexplicably red, and said: "You, you said this breakfast is what you did? How is it possible?"

Do you have a breakfast in the grandfather?

And can it be so delicious?

Lie to her?

Ji Ming’s eyebrows showed a slight smile. “Xi’s unbelief, at noon, you can have a good look at the craftsmanship.”

Who is with you as a husband!

Tunxi was about to roar, but the door was pushed open, and the two little guys ran excitedly.

Three or two times, he climbed to the side of Tunxi, and the one left and the right fixed her tightly, but squeezed Ji Ming.

Sugar sugar licked the small head and asked: "Mother, how are you here? We just didn't find you in your room. Did you sleep with you last night?"