Sand sculpture tyrant always called my wife

"En!" Mianmian clapped her hands, obviously very satisfied with her painting.

Bian Yunluo looked at Ying Zaizhou's suffering and deep hatred, and couldn't help chuckling.

"Mianmian's drawing is really good." Rewardingly, he took out a piece of nougat from his pocket and fed it into Mianmian's mouth.

Ying Zaizhou on the side stared blankly at Bian Yunluo, and instantly forgot about the "black plastic bag".

His wife looks much better when she smiles than with a straight face, so cute.

Ying Zaizhou took another look at Mianmian's painting, and it didn't seem so ugly.

A lump is a lump, maybe it is an abstract painter, you can ask a professional to have a look.

Mianmian coquettishly wanted to watch cartoons, and Bian Yunluo just finished his work, so she sat on the sofa with Mianmian and started watching childish early education movies.

Bian Yunluo turned on the TV and started debugging.

"Aren't you going to the audio-visual room?" Ying Zaizhou asked in confusion.

This TV is too small, "Don't you need a projector?"

Xiao O's family is so poor that there must be no private cinema, so there must be a projector.

"There is no projector." Bian Yunluo replied truthfully.

Ying Zaizhou blinked, and then shut his rich mouth wisely.

That's right, you can only wear this kind of cheap slippers. In Bian Yunluo's life, even a projector can be considered a luxury.

Thinking of today's breakfast, Ying shuddered in his heart.

His sandwich seems to be bigger than his son and his wife's. Maybe it's because of him that Bian Yunluo and his son won't be able to eat for the next few days.

Thinking of this in Ying Zaizhou, a strong sense of guilt welled up in his heart.

Bian Yunluo seemed to be watching cartoons, but he had been paying attention to Ying Zaizhou.

Ying Zaizhou next to him seemed to be really serious about watching cartoons.

Bian Yunluo no longer looked secretly, but looked at Ying Zaizhou openly.

The other party did not respond.

After taking a shower, Ying Zaizhou's hair is no longer the same as when we first met, it has been carefully treated with hairspray, and it is full of elite smell.

Instead, it drooped obediently, perhaps when she fell asleep, and there was a bunch of hair sticking out stubbornly at the back of her head.

In the cartoon, the stubble-faced old man leads a group of children to do handwork at home.

Fingers should be moved slightly in the state, as if studying the procedure.

Does this person really have a hidden disease?

Bian Yunluo looked sympathetic, and looked away thoughtfully.

Ying Zaizhou's tense body relaxed slightly, fortunately he was smart.

I didn't expect Xiao O to like him so much, even when watching TV, he would secretly look at himself.

Ying Zaizhou secretly rubbed his nervously trembling hands just now.

If you are so clingy, you won't be able to get married in the future.

But what's the point of this show?How can he make his son take it so seriously?

What new trade secrets are in it?

In the small living room, the three people had different thoughts.

Seeing that it was 10:30, Bian Yunluo stood up and planned to start making lunch.

Ying Zaizhou wandered to the kitchen door like a follower.

"You don't need Mianmian's help today, let's watch cartoons." Bian Yunluo coaxed Mianmian away, put on an apron, "Mr. Ying, go and sit too."

There is no reason to ask customers to help.

Ying Zaizhou at the door was obviously unwilling to leave: "Who are you underestimating? As a man who controls the lifeblood of the global economy, how can such a trivial matter as cooking be difficult for me."

In fact, he was afraid that his little wife would suddenly be in heat, so he couldn't let go, so he had to stay by his side.

Bian Yunluo turned around with the kitchen knife in hand: "Then help me peel the garlic."

Ying Zaizhou looked at the kitchen knife and blinked, obediently took the garlic that was stained with sand in Bian Yunluo's hand.

What's this?Doesn't it make him seem ignorant to ask directly?

Bian Yunluo was chopping the ribs expressionlessly, and Danfeng's eyes were slightly narrowed due to the force.

When the hand raised the knife, the bone made a toothache sound.

Ying Zaizhou withdrew his hand holding the garlic tremblingly. Isn't O weak and soft?

He, is the one in his family a little bit, a little bit stronger?

It's really pitiful to go out to be a bodyguard.

"Does Mr. Ying know where my sister is?" Bian Yunluo finally had the opportunity to ask the question he cared about most.

"Your sister, she is fine now, there is no need to worry." Ying Zaizhou clenched the garlic in his hand.

He knew that Xiao O had a sister who was kind to him before he traveled, but in fact, the situation of this sister was not mentioned later in the book.

Should be in the state can only answer vaguely in the past.

But it's a little strange, isn't Xiaojiao's wife planning to hide her time-traveling identity?

Bian Yunluo stopped chopping ribs, and his thoughts were a little confused.

Ying Zaizhou noticed his depressed mood and reached out his hand subconsciously.

"This!" Suan, who was handed over to Ying Zaizhou just now, appeared in front of Bian Yunluo intact.

Ying Zaizhou's ears turned red: "Do you think I will do this kind of thing? Unless you teach me."

Little O looks homesick, and only by looking at his handsome face can he feel better.

Bian Yunluo took the garlic, tore off the skin two or three times, broke it into pieces and stuffed them into Ying Zaizhou's hands: "Peel off the outer skin, will you?"

Ying Zaizhou raised his chin, "Who do you think you are teaching, this is a world-class head." Not to be outdone, he took Garlic.

Squatting next to the garbage, I began to wrestle with the garlic cloves in my hand.

In the process of picking up garlic just now, Bian Yunluo's hand touched Ying Zaizhou, and there were many hard calluses on it.

"You, do you want to sell?" There should be no school today.

Bian Yunluo blanched the ribs, and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly. He didn't expect that Ying Zaizhou even knew about the stall he used to set up.

"I won't go." After her mother passed away, her sister sold the stall.

"Oh." After Ying Zaizhou heard the negative answer, his movements became brisk, "It's ready."

Ying Zaizhou straightened up happily, and showed Bian Yunluo the bumpy garlic.

The space in the kitchen is not large, and should be almost affixed to the edge of the state.

It was hard for him to ignore it, Bian Yunluo frowned, turned his head and met Ying Zaizhou's face.

This is the second time the two have been so close.

Although Ying Zaizhou has single eyelids, there is no excess fat on the eyelids. His eyes are not small and long in shape. When he is not smiling, his eyes are very serious, which looks very bluffing.

But he's laughing now.

Eyes squinted, goofy looking, face begging for compliments.

Bian Yunluo looked at Ying Zaizhou's hand, which had been battered by him.

Ying Zaizhou like this is very similar to Mian Mian who helped him cook for the first time.

Bian Yunluo took the garlic and rinsed it under the water.

It really is a family...

Ying Zaizhou didn't leave after the garlic was done, he just stayed in the kitchen and watched Bian Yunluo cook.

Bian Yunluo was earnestly cooking and ignored him, and Ying Zaizhou was not bored.

Standing beside Bian Yunluo with one hand propped on the cooking table.

Bian Yunluo thought that Ying Zaizhou would point fingers and say something annoying, but no, this man just stood obediently.

With the sound of the pressure cooker, the smell of ribs filled the kitchen.

Bian Yunluo was cooking, when he suddenly heard a small sound, which seemed to be the sound of being hungry, and he looked at the person next to him.

Ying Zaizhou took a step back silently, pretending to admire the pattern on the cabinet.