Chapter 826

"My wife is good." The palace night doesn't anger but smile, showing eight good-looking teeth, "since you don't dislike me, I don't dislike you, that wife, we continue to kiss?"

Gong Ming night said, and a face came up again.

"No more." An Yi Mo slanted to slant a head, the lips of palace dark night took advantage of the situation to kiss on her face.

How could she feel that she was given the routine by Gong Ming night?

Still thinking about it, I heard Gong Ming night say pitifully, "you say you don't dislike it, but you still dislike it in your heart."

"..." an Yimo is 100% sure that she has been used to the routine, because if she doesn't kiss him, she will dislike him.

She got up with the plate. "Come on, stop it. I'll put the dishes back in the kitchen. You go out first. Everyone is still in the living room. "

Gong Ming night didn't stop her, just followed her into the kitchen.

When he saw her washing dishes in front of the sink, he stretched out his hand from behind to encircle her waist, breathing on her neck, and a low voice sounded in her ear, "wife."

This sound, almost with the bone of Mo to shout crisp.

Her body trembled. "Huh?"

"Wife, am I stupid?" He whispered.

"You said you were stupid?" An Yi Mo completely can't believe this kind of words is to say from the temple night mouth, what he often says should be: she is very stupid just.

"Yes, you see, I can't do anything well. The cooking is so bad. I haven't made any progress after so long." There is a strong sense of self-confidence and frustration in Gong Ming night's voice.

An Yimo sighed in his heart. He must have been hit.

Gong MINGYE, who has always been full of confidence, even said this.

She said, "no, I think it's good."

"Don't try to comfort me."

"I didn't try to comfort you. I really think it's good."

"You're still comforting you."

"..." an Yimo was speechless. It seemed that no matter what she said, Gong MINGYE would feel that she was comforting him.

Think about it. After all, it's bad, it's true.

"You see, you don't have to say it. I won't cook in the future. Let's go out to eat or order takeout." With Gong MINGYE's almost unforgettable IQ, no matter what he learned from childhood, he was very fast. This time he was defeated in cooking, which made him unable to comfort himself.

Somehow, his words made her feel sad.

An Yimo put down his plate, turned around and raised his head to face him, pinched his face with his wet and oily hand, "Hello, Gong Ming night! You dare not cook! I didn't say anything. You've decided the food for us. What do you mean? "

"I don't have that talent for cooking." Palace night lost said.

Although every time it seems that he wants to burn the kitchen, he will feel very satisfied to see her happily eating his cooking. So it is true that he did not like cooking before, but now he likes it for the sake of this happiness.

"What talent do you want?" An Yimo still held his face and said, "why do you have to make yourself so perfect! I think it's very nice of you to be like this. The perfect you before made me feel that you are not like a real person perfectly. There is a long distance between you and me. You see, even if your cooking is poor, it makes me feel that you have a kind of intimacy. "