Becoming Audacious After Marriage: Madam, Please Keep a Low Profile

In the evening at the end of February, a flight from Toronto, Canada to Shanghai was about to land smoothly in another hour.

The cold-lighted Maybach was galloping on the avenue where the lights were first turned up. It didn't take long before the evening peak was encountered. The graceful engine sound was low, and there were many traffic lights on the way to the airport, so I had to stop and go.

A phone call came in, and the arrogant man pushed down the Bluetooth headset, "Yu Xuan?"

"My mother will arrive at about six o'clock tonight. It's still early. Be careful on the way. Don't worry."

"Okay." At this moment, there was a bit of blockage on the viaduct, and Maybach stopped. He said lightly, "If you are too tired to prepare for Canadian food, please invite a chef from a five-star hotel to the capital of Huadu, and you can cook."

"Love me, want me to fool around?"

"otherwise?"

Picking up the strands of hair around her ears, she curled her lips and smiled, "In the past five years in Canada, I have improved in cooking and made Western food..." I still only give it back to cats and dogs. Almost, except for Chinese food, the rest really can only hire chefs.

The car lights are like a river, slowly moving forward on the bustling avenue.

The man raised his eyebrows when he heard her say that she had made progress in cooking. His low voice was full of magnetism, "Don't touch Western food, I don't dare to eat it."

"Afraid that I will murder my husband?" Yuxuan deliberately pretended to be unhappy, raising his voice to question.

Li Beichen just smiled, "I'm driving and hang up first, eh?"

Yuxuan bit her lip, "Okay."

Putting the phone next to her, she took a breath and opened the Canadian recipe, feeling a little headache.

Although Canadians pay more attention to lunch than dinner, they are used to eating cold food, pay attention to the nutrition and quality of the dishes, and pay attention to the freshness and tenderness of the dishes. It is more challenging for her to make a delicious cold meal.

After a while in the kitchen, I only prepared a plate of vegetable salad. Yuxuan finally chose to give up and dialed the chef number dedicated to the capital of Huadu.

Soon, someone outside the villa rang the doorbell.

Ma Wu went over to open the door, and the man who walked in was 8.5 meters tall, with **** arrogance between his eyebrows, and only the chef of the five-star hotel came in after him.

"Xing Shaohao."

"Um."

Suddenly the sound of leather shoes was heard from the cold and luxurious floor tiles. Yu Xuan was taken aback, leaning out of the kitchen, and immediately saw the tall figure standing against the light, frowning her eyebrows.

Since experiencing Baixue, Xing Ye has often ran to Yanlan Mountain, like a poor man shivering from the cold, always trying to draw the warmth of home from the capital of Huadu.

It's just like the cheeky brown candy, how can't get rid of it.

He turned his thin lips and lit a cigarette. The smoky smoke half covered his shady facial features, and the stubborn snorted said: "Sister-in-law, I'm here to eat a meal, don't you dislike it?"

"..."

Such a beating tone, coupled with such a lazy manner, dislike, dislike very much, okay? I scolded the **** man all over his body, not wanting to look at him more.

He didn't care much, his slender fingers pinched the cigarette from his mouth, and slowly spit out a puff of smoke. Then walked slowly towards Wu Ma, took the little power in her arms, and hugged it directly.

"Dad, grandson hug you?"

In a word, Yuxuan was choked and laughed coldly, "Take the baby well, I'll go ahead."

After loosening his tie, Xing Ye smiled beautifully, "Okay."

Seven o'clock in the evening.

When Li Beichen came back, the entire Huadu capital was brightly lit.

The cold in February enveloped him, and when he got out of the car, he felt a slight chill, "Mom, go in."