The next day, Saturday.

Bian Lingxi didn't have to go to work, so she stayed in bed for a while. It was already noon when she got up again.

She put on her clothes and went downstairs. The living room was empty, quiet, without any anger.

"Mr. Yan?"

"Yan Shu, are you at home?"

Bian Lingxi looked around, and looked at the kitchen, study, gym, and several places that Yan Shu liked to stay in her family, but she didn't see anyone.

Bian Lingxi panicked in an instant, and she felt a little worried.

That man wouldn't be worried about what happened last night, right?

Just as her brain cells were evaporating everywhere, the door creaked and was pushed open from outside, and a slender shadow slowly came into Bian Lingxi's eyes. She didn't care about anything else and hurried forward and hugged the figure, "Where have you gone, I can't find you when I get up, I'm so worried."

Yan Shu was stunned for a moment and said helplessly: "I went to buy vegetables. Didn't you say last night that you wanted to eat the sweet and sour fish I made and mushroom soup? I saw that you worked so hard last night and would definitely sleep very late today, so I got up to buy vegetables first."

Bian Lingxi let go of her hands around his waist, took a step back, and her eyes slid down along his gesture, and then she saw several bags in his hand, all of which she liked to eat. Suddenly, grievance surged in her heart, "I thought you were gone."

Bian Lingxi cried so hard that the pear blossoms were in the rain, and Yan Shu was at a loss when he saw it. After all, his wife rarely cried. Since the two of them were together, she cried only a handful of times.

So, Yan Shu forgot to move for a while, and it took him a long time to react. He quickly threw the bag in his hand aside, hugged the little woman who was so angry that she was so angry that she was in her arms, and comforted her carefully, "Okay, my wife won't cry. My husband is wrong. My husband will tell you next time he goes out. Don't cry, okay?"

"Woo~Woo~" The more he said this, the more he couldn't stand it. Tears were like the Qiantang River that broke through the dam, which directly wet Yan Shu's clothes on his chest, and occasionally even had a trace of snot. His pitiful look was born from love.

"I thought you abandoned me early in the morning because of what happened last night. I dreamed about it last night. You said you didn't want to be with me anymore..." Bian Lingxi became more and more pitiful and outrageous.

Yan Shu's head was covered with black lines, and he angrily straightened her body, stared at her tearful eyes, and said seriously: "Bian Lingxi, listen. I, Yan Shu, will never leave you, do you understand?" Yan Shu's domineering eyes were tough, and no one could stop him from being with her.

This is already a certain fact.

No one can do it, even the parents of both parties.

"Xinbao, if someone stops us from being together, then I will meet the gods and kill the gods, and meet the Buddhas and kill the Buddhas. Do you understand?"

Anyway, he will not be separated from her.

Never in this life.

"I understand, I'm thinking too much." Bian Lingxi leaned towards him with aggrievedly, rubbed her arms like a kitten acting cute, and every move was teasing Yan Shu's unstoppable heart.

"Um~ Um~"

The kiss came unexpectedly, and Bian Lingxi was unprepared and slapped the man's chest one after another. Unfortunately, this kind of action of refusing and waiting touched the man's heart even more. The force on her lips became heavier and heavier. It was not until her legs gradually collapsed and the air in her chest was thinner, and the man let her go.

"My wife is so sweet." Yan Shu licked the corner of his lips as if he hadn't eaten enough.

His small movement made you red again. She lowered her head shyly, holding the corner of her clothes with both hands, as if she wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

"Gu~Gu~"

An empty sound came from Bian Lingxi's belly. Yan Shu could hear it clearly and was so doting that he was doting, "Are you hungry?"

"Um."

"Honey, go and make a dish of noodles for you first, fill your stomach first, and eat delicious food later, okay?" Yan Shu pulled the shy little woman over and stuffed it into his arms, rubbing her chin against her hair slightly, extremely ambiguous.

"I want to get more vegetables, okay?"

"My wife wants anything."

"I want the stars to pick them too?"

Yan Shu bent down to pick up the vegetables while pretending to be thinking, and paused, "If you don't pick them, what will you do to me, wife?"

"The Northeast stew is a big mess, are you satisfied with this ending?" Bian Lingxi knew that he was joking. He would give anything she wanted.

She would not doubt the answer to this question at all.

In fact, my father had asked this question before. They had just been together, but her answer had not changed. She believed in him and was consistent. She didn't know why, maybe it was the natural belief between lovers?

Anyway, she will always trust him.

"Is my wife so violent?" Yan Shu joked. After that, the man seemed to be afraid that she would get angry, so he quickly walked into the kitchen with a bag without looking back.

Bian Lingxi was quite surprised at first, but when she saw the man busying her way in the kitchen, she felt much more at ease.

"Baby, don't lean here, wash your face first." Yan Shu was busy with his hands, and he didn't even look in his direction, but he still knew that he was looking at him at the door. Bian Lingxi was much happier when she discovered this little secret.

So, Yan Shu finally took the time to look up and wanted to see his little wife, but only saw a back jumping to the bathroom.

"My wife is cute!" The man's tone was arrogant, just like an archaeologist who found the jade seal in his dream. The man's mood was clearly visible from the corners of his mouth.

It doesn’t take long to cook noodles. After the water boils, it will take up to five minutes. Yan Shu’s time is just right. After brushing his teeth, Bian Lingxi came out, and a bowl of steaming hot dandan noodles were just ready to be served.

"My wife is here to eat noodles." Yan Shu put the noodles lightly on the dining table, and took two big steps to pick up the little woman and put it in front of the dining table. "There will be delicious later, so I didn't cook too much, but I met my wife's requirements and put a lot of more vegetables."

Bian Lingxi took a bite and the fragrance of vegetables lingered between her lips and teeth, and there was a faint smell of chicken soup.

"Thank you, husband, I love you~" Bian Lingxi also gave a heart to the man in the kitchen.

Yan Shu smiled and said he had received it. The next second, he could see the man put down the kitchen knife in his hand, raised his hands to his head, and replied to his little wife with the same heart-to-heart gesture.

If Director Jiang’s variety show was filmed today, the popularity would definitely be ranked first on the hot search list. But it’s a pity that someone didn’t seize the opportunity to be so popular that he was so popular that he didn’t seize it.

Yan Shu was busy in the kitchen for more than an hour. During this period, Bian Lingxi processed two documents and took less than forty minutes. Finally, she was really bored and ran to the kitchen to watch the man's smooth operation.

"Mr. Yan, can you interview you?" Bian Lingxi casually found the book and rolled it into a cylindrical shape and placed it in front of Yan Shu.

Yan Shu was also happy to cooperate. He coughed twice, then straightened his spine again, and came to "seriously", "practice

Makes

perfect.(Practice makes perfect)”

"Oh~Actor Yan's English is very good~" Bian Lingxi blinked cleverly and then said, "Can Emperor Yan answer the reporter's wife's question directly?"

"Reporter's wife?" Yan Shu raised his eyebrows, "My wife is the youngest professor at Dijing University, not a reporter. Sorry, I can't answer this reporter's question."

"Yan Shu!" Bian Lingxi was furious, and a cluster of fire appeared in her eyes, staring at the calm face of the man. She was originally filled with anger, but when she saw the man's handsome side face, she suddenly became quiet again, "Honey, let's talk!"

"Since my wife's husband's cry is good, I will tell you reluctantly." Yan Shu hooked her finger mysteriously and signaled her to lean forward. Bian Lingxi obediently and leaned towards him.

"Because our dad said that you like men who can cook."

‘Bang~’

Fireworks seemed to explode in Bian Lingxi's head ~

"So, so, my dad told you seven years ago?"

Yan Shu nodded, as accusation, "When I was a child, my parents either stayed in the crew or in the company all year round. My nanny was responsible for my diet. Later, my mother was no longer busy and would cook for me at home. Even though my grandfather taught me to cook since he was a child, I actually didn't do a good job."

"When I was a child, I didn't think so long. I thought that as long as someone cooked it for me, I could eat it. If it really didn't work, I could buy food with money. But after I met you, I didn't feel that way. So after my father told me that you like men who can cook, I didn't live in school for a while. Every day, in addition to class and rehearsal, I just went to my grandfather's house to learn cooking, and I just thought that one day I could cook for you for me."

"Mr. Yan, you are so nice!"

"I finally know what my husband is good? Is there any reward?" Yan Shu picked up a chopstick dish and put it on her plate, bulging her cheeks and put it on her side intentionally or unintentionally. The meaning was very obvious.

Bian Lingxi is not a stingy person either. Her husband works so hard to make herself happy, and of course she will also receive corresponding rewards.

This is how couples get along with each other, with each other's feelings intimately.

Only such a husband-wife relationship can last forever.

This experience was passed down to her by my father.

It is said that this was his trick to get along with his mother back then.

The two of them were having a great time eating, and they fed each other bite by bite.
Chapter completed!