Shocking the whole Internet: Hidden Marriage CEO Xuan Dingliu's Beautiful Wife

There is a faint smell of acetic acid and spicy in the air, and you can smell the thin noodle smell when you smell it carefully.

These tastes are not usually available at home, or even never.

But now, there are not only these smells at home, but also the sound of TV, women's laughter, and the sound of cutting vegetables and cooking in the kitchen.

These voices converged and changed this place.

It has become no longer the cold, quiet, cold and ruthless before, but ordinary and warm, simple and clear.

Just like any normal family.

"Damn it! Are you so stupid? Didn't you see that the other guy was there too?"

"Go as you go, get out!"

"Oh my god, don't you understand? The people next to you are calling you, hurry up and get down, I'm dying of anxiety!"

Xu Ansheng sat on the carpet and ate up all the noodles in the bowl, and even the soup, there was nothing left.

At this time, she was leaning on the sofa in the back, propping her elbows on the edge of the sofa, holding chopsticks in her hand, pointing at the people on the TV, cursing impatiently.

She was still wearing the white dress that she went to get the certificate today, and her long hair was no longer loose, but was tied with a chopstick.

It's just that it was pulled a little casually, and a lot of broken hair fell out, and because of her strong emotions, it was loose and loose, as if it would fall down at any time.

However, because the scattered hair just fell on the exposed thin shoulders, sweeping on the white shoulders and back.

From the perspective of Feng Poyi, it is a very beautiful picture.

The premise is to ignore Xu Ansheng's rude hands pointing at the TV with chopsticks and cursing, as well as the fragrance in her mouth.

The person on the phone heard the voice here, stopped talking immediately, and dared not report any more.

Feng Poyi looked at the thick strands of hair that would not come loose, dancing thinly in the light, just like an elf dancing in the light, freely and recklessly.

He stepped up and walked in: "Do this first."

hang up the phone.

Xu Ansheng didn't hear Feng Poyi's voice, it was because she was so focused on watching that she was totally immersed in the TV.

She was watching a variety show, a game variety show, and she was so anxious to watch.

Now, seeing that the game inside is coming to an end, she is anxiously excited.

He even stood up abruptly, with his hands on his hips, pointing at the TV with dark eyes: "If you dare to lose, I will destroy you!"

"Shut up!"

The whistle was blown, and the intense scene inside finally came to an end.

Xu Ansheng looked at the game result, turned black face directly, picked up the remote control and turned to the channel: "What the hell, it's so stupid to still play, it's an insult to my mother's IQ!"

Turning the stage, the variety show scene disappeared in an instant. Xu Ansheng threw the remote control on the sofa, then picked up the bowl and went to the kitchen.

"Mr. is back?"

Mrs. Wei's voice came.

Xu Ansheng paused and looked at Mrs. Wei. She didn't know when Mrs. Wei would come out, so she stood in the living room and looked at the porch.

Xu Ansheng blinked his eyelashes, and followed Mrs. Wei's gaze.

And at this moment, the chopsticks she was holding that were crumbling could not hold on finally, and as she turned her head and fell with a snap, a head of fine black hair hung down like silk.

Feng Boyi put on his slippers and walked in. With his suit jacket on his wrist, he watched the black hair fall like a waterfall.

At this moment, under the light, his eyes seemed to be getting darker.

Xu Ansheng frowned, looked at the chopsticks on the ground, and didn't bother to pick them up.

She smiled at Feng Poyi, and greeted him naturally: "Are you back?"

Before Feng Boyi could answer, she raised her chin and signaled to Feng Boyi, "I packed your luggage, and it's right next to you."

Feng Boyi looked at Xu Ansheng, with her long hair hanging behind her head. Looking carefully, he found that her long hair had reached her waist and hips.

But her hair is extremely smooth, extremely black, and extremely thin. I don't know if it is well-managed or natural. It is not frizzy at all, and it is extremely smooth, like the best brocade silk.

Because the hair hangs down and blocks half of her face, she is extremely uncomfortable. She raises her hand, and her five fingers naturally pass through the hair, and she pulls the long hair behind her head, revealing her fair and clean face. The face, and the red lips after eating chili.

She smiled at him, bright and bright.

Feng Boyi buttoned his fingertips slightly, pressing on the suit jacket, his eyes moved slightly, his eyes turned around, and a noble monosyllable came out of his throat: "Yeah."

He walked in and went upstairs.

When Xu Ansheng saw this person who only glanced at her and then turned away, he groaned in his heart. He really cherished words like gold, and he was unwilling to say a word.

As expected of the gold master's father.

Very cold and expensive.

Thinking that I haven't received a call from mk yet, I still have to pretend.

The content of the one hundred articles of the marriage agreement came to mind, and she hurriedly asked Mrs. Wei: "Sister Wei, what time is it?"

Mrs. Wei looked at the time in the living room and replied, "It's almost five o'clock."

"It's almost five o'clock, so fast."

"Oh, aren't you going on a business trip? Then you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

As Xu Ansheng spoke, he looked at Feng Poyi, and without waiting for Feng Poyi to answer, she looked at Mrs. Wei again: "Sister Wei, how is the dinner preparation going? You can't let Feng... let Mr. go on a business trip hungry. "

While talking, she didn't stop walking. She took the bowl and walked quickly to the kitchen: "Let's make dinner quickly, so that the husband can eat well and go on the road."

Feng Boyi stepped up the stairs, and when he heard the 'full of concern' words, his steps stopped.

Mrs. Wei stood there with her mouth open, looking at Xu Ansheng who just entered the kitchen.

Getting full and on the road?

This... this seems to be... inappropriate...

Feng Boyi stopped there, moved the fingertips that were pressing on the suit, let go, and walked upstairs.

Mrs. Wei watched the tall man go upstairs, and then saw the man who went into the kitchen and was busy in it, the tension in her heart gradually eased.

She came out thinking of one thing.

My husband doesn't like bad smells in the house, and the bowl of noodles that Xu An gave birth to has a strong smell, which can be smelled in the whole living room.

Mister will definitely say.

Just right, when she heard the car coming back, she remembered this and hurried out.

It was too late to say it at this time, but she subconsciously came out, so that she could explain the situation immediately in case the husband asked.

It's none of Xu Ansheng's business, it's because I forgot to tell Xu Ansheng.

But now, she found that the husband didn't seem to be displeased by the smell in the living room.

Is the smell gone?

Or... the smell is not bad?