Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

The weather was as dull as ever, and it was so gloomy that it seemed that there would be a heavy rain at any moment.

It was so depressing that even the ward was so stuffy that people couldn't breathe.

The aroma of pork rib soup permeated the ward.

Zou Zhiyi turned her head to look out the window, and the barrenness of the garden fell into her eyes.

It wasn't anything to look at, but she just kept staring at it, with no intention of looking away.

Yanzhou took a spoonful of pork rib soup and put it near his mouth, and suddenly frowned, "Why did the taste of the soup change? It's different from yesterday's taste."

Zou Zhiyi's index finger curled up, and the wound cut by the knife felt a slight tingling pain.

"I bought the pork rib soup today in a restaurant. What's wrong? Isn't it delicious?"

Yanzhou looked at her slender back, with a slight smile in his eyes, his eyes looked very soft, "I don't think it's as good as yesterday's."

The nails dug into the tender palms, leaving deep marks.

"Really? It seems that the car accident that night has ruined the third master's sense of taste, and he can't even taste the quality of the food. "

"For me, the quality of food has nothing to do with the taste, but with the person who cooks."

Suddenly a heat source approached behind her, very close, with hands wrapped around her waist, with her chin resting on the top of her head, pulling her into his arms, and asked her warmly, "Why don't you make soup yourself?"

Rubbing gently on her head, there was a slight sound, as if an electric shock had passed, half of her body was numb, and she was completely unconscious.

"I don't have such good craftsmanship, I'm afraid I won't be able to get into the mouth of the third master."

Through the hospital gown, he could clearly feel the vibration in his chest. He seemed to laugh twice, the laughter shattered in his throat, and his ears were numb, "How could it be, as long as it is made by Mrs. Yan, no matter what the taste is Either way, I'll love it."

Zou Zhiyi bit his lower lip tightly, the roots of his ears were already blushing, but his face showed a look of anger.

Always like this, always say some specious things to her like this, and every sentence is better than one sentence.

It caused her to shake her mind, but the moment she was about to approach him, she quickly distanced herself from her again.

over and over again.

That's what's most disgusting.

What did this person think of her?

Zou Zhiyi suddenly lowered his expression and pushed Yan Zhou away forcefully.

Unprepared, Yan Zhou staggered back two steps, not knowing where she bumped into just now, Yan Zhou's face changed in pain.

Zou Zhiyi's heart tightened suddenly, and he moved his lips. Just as he was about to worry about him, Yanzhou stood firm against the wall, and his expression returned to normal. "Mrs. Yan is so heavy handed, do you really want to murder your husband?"

Zou Zhiyi instantly stopped worrying.

It seems that there is nothing serious about being able to play tricks like this.

Zou Zhiyi ignored him, just in time Assistant Li came, and she sorted out her emotions, "It's getting late, let's go first, if you don't want to drink pork rib soup, then just pour it out."

"If it's poured, will Mrs. Yan cook the soup for me tomorrow?"

Zou Zhiyi paused and wanted to say no, but for some reason, when the words came to his lips, they suddenly changed to "It depends on your mood."

Yan Zhou gradually raised his eyebrows.

"Then I hope Mrs. Yan will be in the same mood tomorrow as she was yesterday."

Zou Zhiyi pursed the corners of his lips imperceptibly.

She could argue with the high-ranking third master Yan without losing the wind, but she didn't know what to do with Yanzhou like this.

This time Yan Zhou played the role of being a good husband to perfection, he didn't even get out of the scene, "Ming Jing, take Mrs. Yan home safely for me."