Ex-husband addicted to wife after divorce

If it's estrangement, not severing the relationship, then there is still room for it.

What is the extent of this leeway? Isn't it up to the two of them?

"What do you think is a normal way of getting along with siblings?" Qi Jingan asked her back.

"It's all like this, do you still want to be brothers and sisters with her?"

Ling Yue'er pushed him away, her face turned cold instantly.

"The extent of your brother-sister affection really makes me wonder what kind of feelings you have for her."

Qi Jingan was helpless.

"Yue'er, in all fairness, do you think it's appropriate if I don't care about my savior? If I can throw away the friendship of more than ten years, then I'm an ungrateful villain."

Ling Yueer was stunned, and immediately exposed his truth: "But she likes you. If you think there is a friend who likes me by my side, and you don't think there is any problem, then I have nothing to say."

Thinking of Min Enhao, Qi Jingan felt restless.

"So you know that Min Eun-ho likes you, and you dated him just to annoy me?"

"What, why did you mention Enhao again? It has nothing to do with him at all."

"Screaming so intimately, and saying it doesn't matter."

Qi Jingan was still a little guilty at first, but when he saw her defending Min Enhao so much, the sourness started again.

"You are not allowed to mention him in front of me again."

As he spoke, he swept away the odds and ends on the table, and carried her to sit on it.

Involuntarily squeezed her legs away, pressed the back of her head and kissed her hard.

"Qi Jing'an!"

Ling Yue'er pinched his hand, the muscles in her strong arm swelled, and she couldn't pinch a trace of flesh.

She was stunned.

"You can't pinch it." Qi Jingan even laughed at her.

Ling Yue'er sneered, stretched out her nails and pulled out a layer of skin: "Laugh, keep laughing."

The corner of Qi Jingan's mouth twitched, and his other hand touched Ling Yue'er's itchy flesh.

"do not!"

Now Ling Yue'er didn't want to laugh, and she was forced to cry.

Hearing that she was smiling happily, Qi Jingan couldn't help but also laughed.

The two were arguing, and for no reason they deviated from the main topic, and their cheeks were sore from the not-so-funny laugh.

When Ling Yue'er finally slowed down, the atmosphere had already been distracted, making it difficult for her to keep chasing her.

"Let's go, go down and see how Auntie's cooking is doing." Qi Jingan said suddenly.

"Hungry so early?"

"Didn't you say that I'm not good enough for you, so I'll make a big cake for you? Today, I'll steal Auntie's words and cook for you myself." Qi Jingan said as he walked, "Are you moved?"

Of course you dare not move, chopsticks.

Ling Yue'er was speechless: "You haven't cooked at all, and the food you cook is edible? Don't make trouble for Auntie."

"Do you dare to underestimate me? Cooking is a big deal. Follow the recipes and learn casually, so you won't burn down the kitchen."

Qi Jingan rolled up his sleeves, drove the aunt out of the kitchen, and asked her to chat with Ling Yueer.

Auntie was worried, and looked at the kitchen from time to time.

She has already prepared all the dishes, only the frying process is left.

Within a few minutes after Qi Jingan entered the kitchen, he heard the sound of a pot being lit.

Immediately after there was a crackling sound, Ling Yue'er was worried and ran to the door to have a look.

Qi Jingan was wearing an apron, matched with a neat suit underneath, he looked a little gentlemanly.

He is tall and big, and when he stands upright, his head will touch the range hood, so he can only bend over to hold the spatula, and he is very busy.

"What are you doing standing here? Are you really afraid that I will blow up the kitchen?"

Qi Jingan glanced at her and threw a handful of small fish into the pot.

All of a sudden, the oil crackled and splashed in the pot, causing him to dodge in embarrassment.

"With your posture, you seem to be quite handsome and talented." Ling Yue'er mocked, "If you go bankrupt in the future, you can go to the kitchen as an apprentice."

The kind that gets fired after an hour of work.

Qi Jingan smiled bitterly: "Yue'er, just read what I ordered. My hand is still injured, and you don't say you love me, just know how to order me."

He himself volunteered to cook the vegetables himself.

After saying a few words, he began to pretend to be pitiful, and even blamed her on her head.

"I just pray that tonight's food is at least palatable."

Ling Yue'er half-closed her eyes, and walked slowly towards the living room.

Auntie followed her: "Mr. still cares about you."

Ling Yue'er sat on the sofa, tuned to the TV station, and said with a cold expression: "He wants to coax me and make this bitter scene."

"This is also his sincerity. Sir, he also knows what you like and knows how to work on it."

Ling Yue'er pursed her lips.

He is really good.

It's so good that if she doesn't agree to his confession, it will be her fault in the eyes of outsiders.

Even she herself can't help but forget the pain she felt when she was misunderstood earlier.

Human memory is so strange.

After the incident, it seems that the pain will also fade away.

Then offset it with happy memories, it's like being blinded, and the rest can't remember anything.

"I asked you to find someone to shovel the flowers in the garden a few days ago, why haven't you shoveled them?" She glanced at the garden outside the French window.

The aunt paused: "Mr. won't let it. He said that he really wants to shovel it. You will regret it in the future."

Then he really understands her.

Knows better than herself.

She couldn't tell herself whether she would regret it if she really shoveled the flower.

But after so many days, it seems that the idea of ​​venting anger with flowers has indeed dissipated a lot.

"If you don't let it, don't let it go, it's just a little flower, do I need to regret it?"

As soon as the words were finished, Qi Jingan came out of the kitchen with the dishes.

"I planted that with my own hands, are you really willing to pull it out?" He frowned at her.

"Why don't you give up, that flower was smashed by Chen Xuan, I don't see you being reluctant."

She sat back at the dining table and saw that Qi Jingan didn't look good, but the food smelled pretty good.

"Taste it." He served her a plate of rice, brought it to her, and waited expectantly for her evaluation after tasting.

Crispy deep-fried small river fish, deep-fried shrimp and shredded eel with full sauce, delicious winter melon and lotus root soup, and two light seasonal vegetables...

The ingredients prepared by Auntie were originally her favorites, but this time Qi Jingan made it, with a different combination and another flavor.

I have to say that judging from the level of the finished product, it doesn't look like he is entering the kitchen for the first time.

"Good workmanship."

Qi Jingan was a little disappointed: "It's just that the craftsmanship is good?"

Ling Yue'er couldn't hold back her laughter, she raised the corners of her lips, and quickly chewed a few mouthfuls of vegetables to hide her smile.

"I will give you seven points out of ten, and the remaining three points will be deducted because you are afraid that you will be too proud. It would be even better if you can cook for me from time to time."

Qi Jingan climbed up the pole, "Who in the world is worse than me, and I haven't eaten the meals cooked by my wife. I remember you lived in an apartment, and the tricks you made looked worse than my half-baked craftsmanship." Be nice."

Ling Yue'er didn't answer his words, she buried her head in her meal.

There is an aunt at home who cooks, so what is the need to cook by yourself?

He never thought that just by cooking a meal, she would be able to let go of what happened before.

After dinner, she watched him help his aunt clean up the dishes.

"Since you said you won't get a divorce, shouldn't the bodyguards guarding you outside also be removed?"

Qi Jingan subconsciously refused: "No."

"Is this what you call reconciliation and sincerity?"