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Ling Qiao shook his head. "Good, very good. Today, I witnessed her culinary skills. He is indeed of the young miss class."

Ling Qiao put down his chopsticks and decisively said, "Let's go out and eat."

Hey, it should have been like this a long time ago. "Then what about here?"

"Clean up who did it."

But you asked me to do it. Forget it.

Ling Qiao, who had been studying in France and was obsessed with French food, drove ShuShu to a French restaurant he frequented. This was a VIP restaurant, and only members were allowed in, which ensured that no reporters followed him.

As soon as they sat down in the box, the waiter came in. The waiter was a beautiful young lady. She greeted them in fluent French and seemed to be very familiar with Ling Qiao. The two of them chatted and laughed.

Suddenly, the lady said something to ShuShu, ShuShu was confused, directly said, "Are you Chinese or French?"

The lady answered a few more words in French, but to Shu-Shu they sounded like birds. She waved her hand and said directly, "I don't understand what you're saying."

Ling Qiao explained, "She asked you what you wanted to eat."

Shu Shu thought about it for a moment. She did not understand French, nor could she understand the menu. Ling Qiao was clearly teasing her. She said, "Just like him."

Soon enough, the dishes were served. There was also a bottle of red wine, and a candle was lit. It was a proper candlelight dinner.

ShuShu couldn't help but admit that this meal was indeed more appetizing than the one she cooked. At the very least, she would definitely look like an 'OK'. However, Ling Qiao who sat across from her was indeed strange.

The French were romantic. They ate a candlelight dinner with a violin playing next to them. Ling Qiao only needed to snap his fingers before the violinist arrived.

Since she was young, she knew that her mother and she had been abandoned by her father. Her mother was a patient and patient person, and although she was a little impatient, she had always kept a low profile when doing things. She was a person who never jumped, and over time, she didn't like jumping either.

Fortunately, there was no one around. Otherwise, she would have definitely run away.

When the violin was finally finished, the young lady brought another bouquet of roses and said in pure Mandarin, "Mrs. Ling, this is the rose Mr. Ling gave you."

Eh, what is Ling Qiao doing? He actually told their relationship to the restaurant waiter, he shouldn't be so disrespectful, right?

Looking at her questioning gaze, Ling Qiao immediately said, "Don't worry, if it wasn't for the safety of the store, I wouldn't have told anyone. The waiters here are all of high quality and won't reveal the customers' secrets."

"What is your purpose?"

"Does the husband want to send flowers to his wife? "We're newly wedded …"

Shu Shu indignantly took the flowers and let the waiter go out first. She casually placed the flowers on the table and said, "I don't like roses. I don't like flowers."

"Then what do you like?" Stinky thing, didn't you notice that I was trying to please you? I'm courting you!

Ling Qiao was a romantic person to the bone. However, it had been too long since he had a romantic passion, because there was no one who wanted him to be romantic. Although he was already married, he admitted in his heart that he liked her, so he wanted to pursue her like a normal person.

Shu Shu drank a mouthful of red wine. It was sour, spicy and tasty. "I like money. Just give me money."

"Vulgar!" Shu Shu, has your Liu family fallen to such a state? A young miss actually dotes on money? "

ShuShu unhurriedly said, "I just like money. It's just like how you like women. I already have it, but I still want it."

Holy shit, dozens of dark arrows were aimed at his chest.

Ling Qiao was struck by a soft nail. He suddenly felt that the bunch of roses that she had placed on the side were dispirited. They were beautiful like fire just a moment ago.

After the French dinner, Ling Qiao drove around the streets, unwilling to drive home.

"Where else are you going, Eldest Young Master? This road has clearly been opened three times already, where do you want to go?" I have to get up early for work tomorrow. "

To be honest, he didn't know where he was going, but he wanted to take her for a stroll. "I saw that you ate less just now, so you were definitely hungry in the middle of the night. I wanted to take you to eat something else, but I didn't have anywhere else to go."

That's right, those French dishes, what snail goose liver? She didn't like it, so she just didn't like it. Touching her stomach, she really hadn't eaten her fill.

"I know a good place to go. There definitely aren't any reporters. Go, left turn."

So it was a roadside stall at the night market. Hmm, there definitely was no reporter, a street full of people at the night market, who would have thought that Ling Qiao would come to this kind of place?

ShuShu sat on the round stool, familiarly saying, "Boss, give me a serving of Spicy Chicken Ding, Spicy Boiled Fish, and another twenty kebabs filled with spicy mutton skewers."

Ling Qiao immediately said, "I don't eat spicy dishes."

"Who said it was for you? I ate it. "

Ling Qiao was speechless. "You ate so much all by yourself?"

"I'm hungry, Eldest Young Master!"

The dishes were immediately served. Fresh mutton skewers were sprinkled with red pepper. Aiyo, that was great.

While eating, Shu Shu urged, "Eat a bunch …"

Ling Qiao shook his head. He was most afraid of eating spicy food.

"It's not that spicy. Try it."

"No, I told you not to eat spicy dishes."

"A life without mutton skewers is really not a perfect life."

Sure enough, Ling Qiao could not be provoked. He took one and stuffed it into his mouth, only eating a single bite was enough to make him choke. Shu Shu immediately used the mutton skewer in her hand to cover his mouth, "Don't vomit, slowly taste it. Think about how your life will be perfect from now on."

Ling Qiao's face turned bitter as he chewed and chewed. He wanted to spew out fire and roar.

Ling Qiao felt a spicy pain, but he did not want to lose his composure. He stuck out his tongue like a dog, causing his face to turn red.

Seeing Ling Qiao's flushed face, Shu laughed out loud, "Hahahaha, Ling Qiao, you're blushing. Even your ears are blushing." She reached out and patted Ling Qiao's shoulder, "Mm, your life will be perfect from now on."

When he returned home, Ling Qiao's face was still red. His anger had not faded and he felt that his lips were swollen, numb, and unconscious. Truthfully, he had never been afraid of anything since he was young. He had always been afraid of spicy food, and had always been anxious the moment he tasted it. Now, however, he had been coaxed by the little guy into tasting the spicy mutton skewer.

Shu Shu knocked on the bathroom door, holding her pajamas. "Young Master, you've brushed your teeth three times already, why are you so spicy?" Is it the spiciness of the toothpaste? "

"Mm …" Ling Qiao was shouting that his mouth was full of foam, but it was not good for him to open his mouth.

Shu Shu raised her pajamas. "I'm going to take a shower. Hurry up!"

Ling Qiao sat on the bed and covered her mouth with both hands as he blew. Then, he forcefully sniffed. En, it was very fragrant.

He pretended to be reading a magazine. The sound of water in the bathroom kept coming into his ears, and he couldn't calm down at the thought of Little Thing bathing in the bathroom.

Facing a woman, he had never been this nervous before. He was at a loss, a bit impatient.

They were husband and wife, and that kind of thing happened to husband and wife, and Little Thing was an adult, too. She should have been mentally prepared for that, even before she agreed to marry him. Thus, he did not need to say much. That was a very natural thing to do.

Yes, he liked this little thing now, and he could give her all he liked, because she was his wife, but love, he continued to keep, his love was sealed and would not open again.

The sound of the water suddenly stopped, and Ling Qiao unconsciously clenched his hands. His burning gaze stared intently at the bathroom door.

Following which, the sound of a dryer was heard, and Ling Qiao found that he was unable to relax.

ShuShu came out, wearing her pajamas. It was a dress with a strawberry in the middle.

Strawberry Ling Qiao's mind was filled with evil thoughts.

"Ling Qiao, your hair dryer is not very powerful. It can only be used in low gear and cannot be used in high gear. My hair is too dry from the blowing."

"Un, a single crash would be enough for me to buy a new one tomorrow."

Shu Shu played with her hair. It was as smooth as silk. She tossed it to the side and stroked it. Her delicate face was red and charming.

Ling Qiao's flames leapt upwards. This was his wife.

ShuShu sat on the edge of the bed and casually said, "Idiot, your magazine is down."

Only then did Ling Qiao notice. Embarrassed, he put the magazine away and threw it on the bedside table. His gaze was fixed on Shu Shu's neck. He forcefully swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

ShuShu went to bed and crouched down at the end of the bed to pick up her quilt.

Shu opened the quilt, fell asleep, covered it, and turned off the bedside lamp.

Ling Qiao also extinguished the bedside lamp and fell asleep.

She had showered in the bathroom for a long time and had hoped that Ling Qiao would fall asleep by the time she came out, but who knew that when he came out, Ling Qiao's burning gaze was fixated on her. All she could say was that the hair dryer was broken and he had to relieve his heart, which was about to stop beating.

It seemed like he wouldn't be able to escape tonight …

The two of them were both covered by a single blanket. Chu He and Han Ying had a clear distinction between them. The bed was very big, and Ling Qiao's heavy breathing could be clearly heard. If he didn't take the initiative, he probably wouldn't be able to eat good fruits.

Shushu rolled over with her back to him, her bright eyes quick and timid in the darkness.

Ling Qiao stretched out a foot and touched her. Seeing that she did not react, Ling Qiao simply turned around and faced her, slowly reaching out his hand.

The little thing was so thin, her arm would have been so thin through the single quilt, as if he could have done it with a little force, and she was trembling with the sense of touch.

Ling Qiao slowly moved forward. He lifted off his blanket and hugged her from behind. He was familiar with the fragrance of her body shower gel. He was also familiar with the smell of his hair and the faint fragrance. It was unfamiliar to him, but it was able to stir up his fire.

The restlessness he had experienced in the past few days, when he was in meetings, when he was listening to reports, when he was going through papers, always lost in thought, always had one thing in mind, and that was probably her.

It was a feeling he hadn't experienced in a very long time. He had always thought that the only person he would miss was that person called Tang Thirty-Six. Now, though, it seemed that his heart had changed a bit.

Shu Shu's breathing also became heavier. She dared not move a muscle. For this first time, she had searched many times online. The omnipotent computer said that the first time would be blood and pain, but it differed from person to person.

When she was a child, she was very active and suffered a lot. She even fell down a few times when she was learning to ride a bicycle, so she didn't know if she was still in good condition.