Chapter 7

He stretched himself and growled with hunger.

She was getting out of bed to wash when she heard the bathroom door slam open.

Seeing a man come out in a snow-white bath towel, his textured chest burst out in front of him, and his eight abdominal muscles were neatly arranged together like chocolate, sexy and charming.

The man even has a perfect figure.

"You don't fly today?" she blinked suspiciously with her beautiful apricot eyes.

"I'll fly at night." Bo Xingzhi said while wiping his dripping hair. "You can find the house slowly and move when you find it. Don't worry."

Ruan Su regretted lying about looking for a house last night.

It's a little difficult to ride a Tiger now.

She had to nod with a smile, "my husband still Posts me."

The man handed her the towel and sat in front of her. She naturally took it over and began to gently wipe the man's hair.

After almost wiping, he threw the towel aside, took the hair dryer and began to blow his hair.

The wind of the hair dryer is buzzing, the wind is warm, and the sharp eyes of the thin line are slightly narrowed, like a lazy lion.

Ruan Su once again sighed, really like an ordinary loving couple!

It's blowing hair, tossing at night and tossing in the morning.

What's the rhythm of getting a divorce right away?

"Blow dry." Ruan Su put away the hair dryer, "scallion noodles, do you want to eat?"

Thin Xingzhi lay on his side on the bed, raised his jaw and stared at her with black eyes. "Can I have another scallion cake?"

"Yes." Ruan Sujiao smiled, nodded, bent over and kissed the man on the lips, "I'm sure you're satisfied."

The man suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms. "I'm really a little lost when I think I won't be able to eat Mrs. Bo's dishes in the future."

"Aunt's craft is no worse than mine." Ruan Su pushed him and said angrily, "I'm starving. Let go quickly!"

When the housekeeper saw Ruan Su wearing an apron and entering the kitchen, he smiled. "Madam, the ingredients have been added to the fridge."

"OK." Ruan Su gave him a gentle smile.

The housekeeper uncle followed Bo Xingzhi for many years and knew the man's appetite best. The young master always said he was not picky about food and refused to admit that he was a eater.

This makes all those who come to Bo's house, whether aunts or cooks, feel a headache.

It's either salty or sweet, spicy or sour.

Western food is too troublesome and the daily food is too light

I'm not interested in any cuisine.

The strictness of eating is appalling.

But such a man still insists that he is not picky about food at all.

Every time an aunt or cook came to ask what to eat, he always said calmly, it doesn't matter.

The young master's grumpy and cold temper makes people couldn't help but want to throw him into outer space to live and die.

Obviously, it doesn't matter. When it's really served on the table, it's necessary to break the plate and bowl: what kind of garbage can I eat?

Therefore, young master Bo's stomach is really hard to serve.

The housekeeper broke his heart in order to let the young master eat more.

Because the young master's heinous picky eating has also left the root of the disease. It's even more common to have a stomachache in the middle of the night.

Until four years ago, the young master got married and married his wife back.

My wife is not only gentle, but also good at cooking. She is comparable to Michelin chef. No, she is even better than Michelin chef!