Chapter 52

The servant who washed the dishes had already cleaned the ingredients and stood aside waiting for the next instruction, because he would use different knife methods to cut different dishes.

Liao Zhenbo, who is in charge of shopping malls, is used to being in charge of everything. For a meal, especially for Fu Xiaoqian's first meal, he wants to do it himself.

Roll up the sleeve, ready to test the ox knife, slender fingers twist a few eggplant from the water blue, a few knives down, sharp knife edge off neat section, only that eggplant, long and short, askew. But he didn't give up, trying to search for the plates of eggplant he had eaten in his memory. He kept fiddling with the location of eggplant on the chopping board, but no one dared to point out.

Finally, Wu Ma couldn't see it any more. She tilted the eggplant a little. In addition, Liao Zhenbo was a man with excellent understanding, and she had begun to take shape again.

After cutting the eggplant, Liao Zhenbo grabs another piece of snowflake beef. It's just that the meat is a little soft. No matter how good the cutting tool is, it still has a certain challenge for people who come into contact with it once.

When it lay flat on the chopping board, it still stood firm, but when Liao Zhenbo cut the knife, it slid to one side. The knife rubbed the back of Liao Zhenbo's finger, just a slight slip, the bright red color would seep from the cut opening, and then condensed a drop, more and more, slowly sliding along the knife like finger arc.

Liao Zhenbo turned on the tap and put his hands under the water to wash.

Want to hold the knife again, but don't want to be captured by Wu Ma, pull him aside, still don't forget to look back, "don't stand, each busy, after a while young master still have to come to fry."

She jumped directly to stir fry the step, everyone has already understood. The orderly servants dare not slack off any more.

"Wu Ma, it's not a big problem." But Wu insisted, and in the end he had to come up with a compromise, "just stick a Chuangke post."

"For fear of her seeing it?" Wu Ma didn't look up at him, but she also understood. She took off the gauze again and put on the band aid, "you are so attentive, she will feel it." The old man's voice is very light, clear as jade, with a trace of pity and look.

"Well." He knew that he had always believed in it.

Once again into the kitchen, Liao Zhenbo no longer do too much insistence, after all, is not familiar with the industry, he may be too anxious, eager to hold all his own in front of her. But his soul doesn't seem to keep up with his eager pace. He needs to slow down.

Take a step, stop, look back and wait patiently for her delicate steps.

He is in charge of the kitchen, and the head chef makes suggestions. The dishes are full of color, fragrance and flavor. Although he is not very satisfied, it is quite successful for people who come into the kitchen for the first time.

"Keep them warm first, I'll come down later." With a white towel, clean the edge of the plate, carry the dishes repeatedly, then take off the apron from the waist and step out of the kitchen.

In a good mood, he pushed open the carved wooden door. In the dark, Fu Xiaoqian still kept her original posture. It can be seen that she was sleeping soundly.

Liao Zhenbo turns on the dim light at the head of the bed. A few strands of green silk are scattered on her warm cheeks. Her long and thick eyelashes are gently closed. Under the light, she casts a fan-shaped silhouette. Her rich and glossy lips exude the smell of temptation, but the wings of her nose are gently closed. The breath is like an invisible hand, which is inducing Liao Zhenbo to get closer and closer. Update "goblin" for the first time

He didn't seem to be able to see her enough, but his strong hand was surprisingly gentle. He twisted the strands of hair and wrapped them around his slender fingers. At the moment, he wanted to incarnate into these strands of hair, kissing her cheek and covering her spring.

The desire in my heart is like a fish out of water, crazy but helpless.

Helpless, he didn't want to disturb her dream.

I just don't know if he exists in the dream.

He straightened up, dimmed the bedside lamp, went to the other side, turned on the lamp on his side, and kept the light to the minimum until he was sure that it would not disturb Fu Xiaoqian. Only in this way did he take the paper from his head with satisfaction.

He wants her eyes, her hands everywhere, all about him. The first time update, so he will never avoid her to do anything, even if the purpose of her return is not simple.

These are not terrible to him. What is terrible is that there is nothing about him in her heart, in her eyes, where she reaches for it.

Fu Xiaoqian slowly wriggled her petite body, then raised her hand and rubbed her bleary black eyes. The chaotic consciousness began to show signs of convergence. Suddenly she felt a light source. She looked along the light source.

This look, she ran into a deep pool of clear water, where it seems to have endless attraction, is a little bit of her inhalation, slowly melting in the Wang Qingquan.

Suddenly, Fu Xiaoqian seems to remember something. She suddenly pulls up the thin quilt covering her chest. As soon as it slips, the whole person disappears.

"There's no need to hide. I've seen what I need to see, and I've touched what I need to touch." Men's lazy magnetic voice, with a silk narrow, deliberately long tail tune, winding endless reverie.Fu Xiaoqian's dexterous fingers move a corner of the quilt and timidly pokes out her black eyes. Seeing the smile in Liao Zhenbo's eyes, she looks at him angrily and wants to be the turtle again.

Liao Zhenbo is not willing to let her go so easily. He moves as fast as a leopard and holds the hand that he wants to withdraw in a moment. Fu Xiaoqian wants to break free, but the power gap between men and women, only a few will give up.

Just timidly flapping the eyelashes, such as ink like eyes with alert light.

Liao Zhenbo's face, which fascinated thousands of women, slowly approached Fu Xiaoqian. His eyes radiated sharp light. It seemed that he was enjoying a gift that had already been in control, and his lips outlined the evil smile.

Fu Xiaoqian then fell in the ear, the temptation to say, "I would like to show you all over."

Brush, her face is like a steamed red apple, boiling hot.

This person is really bad, Fu Xiaoqian mercilessly gouged out his one eye, angrily replied, "who wants to see."

But she didn't realize that Liao Zhenbo's fierce eyes and angry words were more like the scolding between lovers. He wanted to make the war more fierce, "Oh? I thought you knew me just now. "

"You..." Fu Xiaoqian where clear this is Liao Zhenbo's trick, choking, lotus arm from the thin quilt, want to attack Zhang Jun face.

Perhaps the action is too big, silky thin was along the suet like skin, sliding to the waist, spring in the moment suddenly appeared. The arm that vacates is like this Dun in the sky, did not know to do what reaction.

He began to have some helplessness, his impatience, pulled up and tightened up, "wife, what you have only belongs to me, and what I have only belongs to you. You can watch it any time you want. We're not in a hurry

After saying that, he did not forget to wink at Fu Xiaoqian, but his eyes were more narrow.

This sentence once again refreshed Fu Xiaoqian's three outlooks. This man is really shameless. She despised the man in front of her in her heart.

Wait, no, he said he belonged to her? Why? Men like him, whether they are "infatuated with money" or "infatuated with appearance", should all flock to him. Why does he belong to her alone?

Liao Zhenbo was stunned by her silly expression.

He knew that this woman certainly did not believe his confession just now.

"Do I have to devote myself to you to believe my loyalty?" Liao Zhenbo got closer, the hot and humid air blowing on her cheek and ironing her skin. Buried in her hair, she put her lovely eardrop in her mouth, and the tip of her tongue passed gently, which made Fu Xiaoqian's sensitive body shudder.

"No Well The strange and frightened voice was about to rush out of her dry throat. She suddenly bit her own lip, which was very painful, but she couldn't resist it.

she felt that she was about to turn into a pool of water, and wanted to control herself, but found that the controller was in the hands of the bad man.

Liao Zhenbo sees all the haste in her eyes. Although he loved her awkwardness, and her strangeness aroused his infinite expansion in his heart, he had to consider for her, and he did not forget the slow pace he had agreed to.

He rubbed his tongue back and forth on her lips, and finally picked her up with the quilt.

Fu Xiaoqian was startled by his sudden action. Subconsciously, she put her hands around his neck and buried her face in her chest. Liao Zhenbo liked the sense of existence that she depended on. He wanted to hold her to the distance, the future and the white head.

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A disharmonious empty city plan is singing among them. Liao Zhenbo glances at someone's head in a funny way. "My little wild cat seems to be hungry."

"I hate it. Why do you always nickname people?" Fu Xiaoqian knew that there were two hot lights above her head, shining on her like a searchlight. She did not dare to lift her eyes, but could only lean on his chest, making a weak voice of protest.

"That took so much, which does wife adult prefer?" Fu Xiaoqian's purity and clearness make Liao Zhenbo want to tease her.

Fu Xiaoqian knew that she would never want to win over this man in her mouth. She was a little angry and didn't pay any attention to him. Looking back on 24 years of life experience, in front of this man who has been blackened by society, it can be described as white paper.

Holding Fu Xiaoqian into the dressing room, this dressing room belongs to Fu Xiaoqian, which is full of all kinds of clothing, jewelry, bags.

In the past, every time he went on a business trip to a city, whenever he thought of her in a deserted night, he would buy her a gift and design a piece of jewelry. Unexpectedly, over time, he would fill up a full 50 square dressing room.

"What do you want to wear tonight?" Liao Zhenbo puts Fu Xiaoqian wrapped in a thin quilt on a single sofa, and then points to a cupboard full of clothes and asks her.

"I have my own clothes. You'd better keep your fiancee's clothes for her." She tightened the thin quilt, not to see those neatly displayed, exquisite products."Fiancee?" These three words were bitten lightly by Liao Zhenbo and spoken very slowly. It seems that in the memory of the past that love, in fact, a pair of tight coagulation Fu Xiaoqian's eyes, there is a wisp of light called joy in the entry.

That's a good sign! Liao Zhenbo thought to himself.

Because even Fu Xiaoqian himself has not found out how jealous she is at the moment.

On her small face, a pair of smart star eyes flashed around without order, but deliberately ignored Liao Zhenbo and the rows of clothes prepared for her. A rich and moist lips, Du Qiao can't be higher than the sky. The hand holding the quilt tightly is even more tight and tight, such as the cocooned silkworm, which entangles itself, trying to isolate him from himself and avoid being hurt.