My old man can't spare you, Leng Chengjun said with a smile.

How could this be! Can't I spoil my Dragon Sacrifice?

Long Si is worthy of the people who turn hands on clouds and turn hands on rain in the shopping mall. A few words can make Mr. Leng, a famous military and political circle, feel sincere.

Flowers are in full bloom.

At Meiqing Manor, Leng Moshi slowly walked in. Aunt Fu greeted her with a respectful smile: "Young grandma is back, the young master is in the study room upstairs!"

Oh! I won’t have dinner tonight. I just went out to eat with my friend after get off work. And this is the pastry I brought back. You can take it down and eat it!

The young master came back early today. If you don’t go to see him, Aunt Fu asked with a smile.

I was disagreeing with him, and when I met, I was just a little more conflicted. Why bother to embarrass each other too much? I went back to the bedroom first, Leng Moshi said coldly.

Alas! Two people who are obviously very compatible, why can’t they get together?

Walking out of the study, Long Si rubbed his swelling eyebrows and asked Aunt Fu, who was cooking, “Have she not come back yet?”

Although Long Si didn't name it, Aunt Fu, who grew up watching Long Si, knew very clearly who she was talking about: "The young lady is back and in the bedroom, she said she had dinner with her friends, so she stopped eating."

Long Si sat down gracefully and enjoyed her dinner quietly, but there was not much taste. He didn't even have the desire to do anything about the food he usually liked. Although the two rarely ate together during the marriage, Long Si was very upset when he thought that she might have eaten outside to avoid seeing her.

I stopped eating, so I went to see her. Long Si put down his chopsticks and said fiercely, then walked quickly to the bedroom.

Looking at Long Si who had just eaten a few bites and walked upstairs, Aunt Fu sighed and said, "I really don't understand that the young people nowadays are obviously concerned about the other party, but they refuse to admit it."

Looking at the bedroom with a hint of warmth in the afterglow of the sunset, but I didn't see your proud figure. For the first time in this body, Long Si suddenly hated that the bedroom was too wide, which led to the inability to see her stay there without any sight.

After searching all the places, Long Si slowly walked towards the balcony. When he saw the cold and cold figure under the afterglow of the sunset, Long Si smiled unconsciously.

It took me a long time to turn back to the bedroom, and the white velvet blanket was gently covering Leng Moshi's body.

Long Si returned to the study to deal with the things accumulated a day. He turned on the computer and drove the meeting that had been delayed for a day. Even Long Si himself never found that he was in such a good mood.

Because of the warmth, Leng Moshi woke up at 10:00 for a long time, "Aunt Fu is really careful. He has to add a velvet blanket to me in summer." Leng Moshi turned on the light, walked downstairs, and went to the kitchen to serve as a midnight snack.

Long Si was looking at many documents in the study room, and when he heard the sound of going downstairs, he paused: "She woke up," and hurriedly got up and walked out of the study room, and walked towards the sound.

The busy but still cold figure in the kitchen made Long Si stutter slightly, and he spoke for a long time: "Mrs. Long, didn't expect Mr. Long to work overtime? I only make one midnight snack."

Leng Moshi turned around stiffly and looked at Long Si leaning against the kitchen door. Even though she hadn't spoken, Long Si was already very uncomfortable. Seeing her at a loss, she was still extremely cold and staring at her, she was staring at her indifferent and indifferent eyes, and Long Si was unfamiliar with annoyance.

After a long time, Leng Moshicai said coldly: "All I make is rough pasta. I'm afraid you won't get used to it, so I'd better ask Aunt Fu to make it for you!"

How could it be! We are husband and wife, I will eat whatever you eat, Long Si said with a wicked smile.

Leng Moshi, who had not taken the conversation, turned around coldly and continued what he had done, but he unconsciously prepared an extra ingredient himself.

Long Si stood there quietly, his lazy black eyes staring at the lonely woman skillfully preparing ingredients: "It looks like you"

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