Lan Yanxi quickly put down the book in her hand and walked towards him.

The man stretched out his hand naturally, hugged the girl who was leaning over into his arms, and stroked her long hair gently and pamperingly a few times.

"Have you had dinner yet?"

Lan Yanxi looked up at him and asked.

Ling Mofeng nodded: "I have eaten, but I haven't eaten much, and I am still a little hungry now."

"Then do you want to eat something? There is still a lot of food in the refrigerator."

When Lan Yanxi heard that he was not full, his first reaction was to make him something to eat.

Ling Mofeng put the coat on the back of the chair casually, and grabbed her: "You don't need to do it, I will do it myself."

A look of disappointment flashed across Lan Yanxi's pretty face: "I really want to do something for you. You are so busy at work all day, and you have to cook your own food when you get home. My wife is just a decoration."

Seeing that she was angry with him, Ling Mofeng couldn't help laughing: "As long as I don't realize that you are lazy, no one can care about you."

"I can't see myself like this."

Lan Yanxi laughed at herself.

"If there's something you don't like, just take a few more glances and you'll get used to it."

While talking, the man opened the refrigerator and found that there was indeed a lot of food stuffed in it. He took it out and looked through it. There were pasta, bread, and some quick-frozen corn dumplings.

Ling Mofeng picked out a bag of dumplings, turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Lan Yanxi was stunned, is it natural to get used to it?

Is this man encouraged to be lazy to the end?

How can there be a husband like him? How many blessings did she cultivate in her previous life?

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, Ling Mofeng's unlimited love for her is an enviable thing, but Lan Yanxi is not a woman who likes comfort, so she has to share part of the housework.

So, she walked quickly to the kitchen, and heard that the man turned on the fire, was holding half of his sleeves, and was cleaning the spatula. His tall and slender body was doing such daily movements, which made Lan Yanxi's heart tremble again.

This bloody heartbeat.

"Let me wash the onions for you."

Lan Yanxi glanced around, and found that the man had brought out some green onions, and she was instantly motivated to help.

Ling Mofeng looked back at her, saw that she was about to roll up her sleeves to wash the vegetables, and immediately stopped him softly: "Didn't you take a bath?

Stay out of the water, I will come. "

Lan Yanxi's two slender arms were immediately stretched out by a big palm and clenched tightly.

"Ling Mofeng, are you going to spoil me?

One day, if you don't like me anymore, and I'm thirty or forty years old, and I still don't know how to do any housework, how can I find a second spring? "

Lan Yanxi's beautiful face wrinkled, and panic flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Ling Mofeng was in a good mood at first, but after hearing her words, it was as if someone had stuffed him suddenly. He was speechless and uncomfortable. He suddenly tightened his grip on her big palm, and pulled her into his arms. He stared at her condescendingly, and locked her tightly: "Are you still thinking about the second spring?" JrNovels.com