Chapter 95

Then, delicious food and sweet tea became the things she would miss every day, and Kangxi spent more and more time wandering in her home.

In the end, he sat on the sofa in the living room and watched the news broadcast with her.

This is not the most terrible, the most terrible is Kangxi's housework ability.

He is very good at cleaning, even the most difficult to clean water stains, he can wipe completely, the faucet at home is the same as the new one.

If she didn't know he was a big star, she would have thought he was running a home service center.

In other words, domestic service is actually his sideline.

He's doing publicity on his own?

She covered her forehead with a deep sense of powerlessness.

"What's the matter, not talking for a long time?"

Kangxi finished washing the dishes and sat down beside her with a cup of his tea in his hand.

She took it mechanically, which has become a habit. She took a sip, which is as good as ever.

"How can you do housework like that?" This is her biggest question in a few days.

Kangxi holding the cheek Gang son quietly looking at her, "this you have to ask my father."

She asked curiously, "what does it have to do with your father?"

He instantly smelled a face, "he thinks I always stick to my mother, sent me to boarding school, or primary school to high school, this is my training."

She wanted to laugh, "your father must love your mother very much."

"Besides, I've never seen a pervert like him in my life. I wish I could tie my mother's belt."

He couldn't help laughing. His words were too sour.

"Don't laugh, it's true. He didn't like me since I was born!" His face was wrinkled. "If it wasn't for the fact that I looked like him, I would have thought it was Lao Wang's child next door!"

He really did not feel like a star. He could make complaints about it. She laughed and hurt her stomach. She fell on his shoulders and raised a dark, thick long hair.

Green silk, soft and charming, swept Kangxi's nose and lips like willow silk. At the beginning, he could still sit upright, but in five seconds, he was not satisfied.

Is this a gift?

He swallowed and his Adam's apple floated.

She raised her head. Her eyes were as bright as stars. A few strands of hair stuck to her face, which made her skin as delicate as silk tofu.

At this time, she was shining like fine sands in his eyes. His slender fingers could not help stroking her face. When he touched her skin, he felt that his fingertips were burning like fire. He bent his fingers and pulled away the hair on her face.

He didn't resist, so he dialed and continued to ask, "your mother must be very beautiful!"

Looking at his appearance, his mother's genes must be good.

"My mother is certainly the most beautiful in my heart!" His dark eyes revolved around her, "maybe in the future!

"Later?"

He looked at her again, very proud, "after, of course, my wife is the most beautiful!"

She spat: "no serious!"

"Just wait and see. Then you will know that I am telling the truth."

She waved her hand. "Say that to your wife!"

He couldn't laugh or cry. He held the tea and took a sip of it. Mixed with the sound of water, he sighed vaguely, "am I not talking to her?"

"What did you say?"

He choked and gave her another look. "I say my life is bitter!"

She mistakenly thought that it was his father's business, playing with the taste, "are you Oedipus?"