She kneaded her forehead and sat on the bed for a while, then slowly rolled out of bed and went to wash.

After washing, she went out of the bedroom to find moyesi.

Just walk out from the bedroom, smell a fragrance floating out of the kitchen.

The kitchen door was ajar.

Joe walked gently to the door, stopped and looked into the kitchen.

Then, he saw Mo Yesi holding his sleeve and wearing an apron, cooking in the kitchen.

Joe Mianmian's eyes widened in surprise, thinking that she was wrong.

In the kitchen, the man was wearing a white shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbow, wearing a pink apron, holding a spatula in his hand, frying something.

There is a pot on the stove.

The pot was steaming.

Qiao mianmianleng stood at the door and looked for a while. It took him a long time to recover. He pushed open the kitchen door and went in.

"Moyesi, are you... Making breakfast?" After Qiao Mianmian went in, he saw porridge in another pot.

What moyesi is frying is a fried egg.

Obviously, he seldom goes into the kitchen and has little experience in cooking.

So the fried egg in the pan is a little burnt.

But it's really good for someone who hasn't been in the kitchen much.

"You wake up." Mo Yesi heard her voice, turned his head to look at her, released a hand and pinched it gently on her cheek, "I made porridge, fried some eggs and heated the milk. You wait a few more minutes, and you'll soon have it all done. "

Joe mianmianleng looked at him: "you can cook?"

"Not very much." Mo Yesi said honestly, "I just learned. Some simple ones should be OK, but the more complicated ones may take a long time to learn. "

"How do you remember to cook your own breakfast?"

"You were drunk last night." The man's deep black eyes looked at her, voice gentle, "get up early, drink porridge, stomach will be more comfortable."

"So you made this breakfast for me?"

"Well."

Qiao Mianmian's heart is warm. She can't help throwing herself into his arms and embracing him when she thinks that this man who has been a child and doesn't touch Yang Chunshui is willing to do these things for herself.

"Thank you, husband!" she said

Mo Ye Si raised the corner of her lips and gently pushed her away: "the smell of fumes on my body, don't hold me. What do you say to your husband? Thank you. You're my wife. I'm not supposed to take care of you. "

"What I can do for you is not enough, but what I can do for you, I will do for you."

"Husband..."

Joe was moved and tearful.

Mo Yesi Gougou lips, eyes full of doting and gentle looking at her: "well, if you feel moved, then call two more husband. I like to hear it

"Why are you so nice to me?" Joe Mianmian gently bit the corner of his lip, "I don't know what I can do."

"Silly or not." Mo Yesi gently pinched her cheek again and said with a smile, "you're my wife. I'm not good to you. Who am I good to. Everything I do to you is because you deserve it. "

"When it comes to He De, how can I find such a good wife as you?"

When he said that, Qiao Mianmian was even more moved.

Moyesi is really

He is such a man, and which woman will not fall.