Sand sculpture tyrant always called my wife

When the time was almost up, Bian Yunluo turned on the pressure cooker, picked out a small piece and put it in a bowl, and handed it to Ying Zaizhou: "Taste the saltiness."

Ying Zaizhou's eyes lit up, he couldn't wait to take the small bowl, and even made a disgusted expression: "I usually only eat pork chops that are brought in by air. I don't know where they are made like this..."

Ying Zaizhou's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally, facing Bian Yunluo's slightly murderous eyes, he bit into the hot ribs.

"Hiss—" Ying Zaizhou sticks out his tongue, apparently scalded.

Bian Yunluo put down the spatula and poured him a glass of water.

Ying should finish drinking water in tons and tons of water.

Different from the cheap and low-quality taste he imagined, although Xiao O's cooking is not as good as the chefs at home who have spent a lot of money from all over the world, it has an indescribable taste.

Should be pondering in the state, is it love?It must be, the food cooked by the little wife is full of love for him.

Ying Zaizhou was completely moved. He has been pampered and pampered for so many years, but who knows the bitterness behind it, he has not felt such pure love for a long time.

After eating a spare rib, Ying Zaizhou's eyes were still glued to the pressure cooker in the kitchen.

Want to eat again.

"Light?" Bian Yunluo knew from his expression that there should be no problem.

Sure enough, Ying Zaizhou shook his head.

"Take it out." Bian Yunluo took out the ribs and handed them to Ying Zaizhou.

The young master took it without any complaints, and took it out obediently.

In the restaurant, Ying Zaizhou, who had his back to Bian Yunluo, secretly heaved a sigh of relief, stuck out his tongue, and stomped his feet lightly.

In fact, when he got up just now, his legs were numb. Fortunately, he was smart and immediately supported things without being noticed by Xiao O.

Tongue is also a little sore.

"Are you going to eat?" Smelling the scent, he ran all the way from the living room, put his hands on the table, and looked at Ying Zaizhou expectantly.

Mom stuck out her tongue and looked even more silly.

Mianmian sneaks up to Ying Zaizhou and tugs at the corner of his clothes.

Ying Zaizhou was so excited that his son took the initiative to get close to him.

Immediately squatted down and moved closer to Mianmian.

Mianmian patted Ying Zaizhou's head: "Father won't dislike mother, it's okay."

Even if mom is stupid.

"Of course." Ying Zaizhou replied swearingly that it was his responsibility to take care of Xiao O.

Bian Yunluo looked at the two of them muttering together, and tapped the table lightly: "Eat."

The two, one big and one small, sat down at the dining table in an instant, holding up their bowls obediently.

Throughout the meal, Shibuyan was brought to the extreme.

Ying Zaizhou kept staring at Bian Yunluo during the meal, perhaps because his face was too small.

Every time Bian Yunluo eats, he pushes up his cheeks like a little hamster.

I don't know if it will feel as soft as a small animal.

Ying Zaizhou gently rubbed the bowl wall twice with his hand holding the bowl, the touch from last night seemed to remain on his fingers.

Bian Yunluo washed the dishes in the kitchen, while Mianmian ran back to the house to find out his small backpack, preparing to go out with his father later.

Should be a little cramped sitting on the sofa.

Xiaojiao's wife was too unsuspecting, she was about to go into heat, and she even ran around in the street.

It seems that he will die if he does not keep up.

"Let's go." Bian Yunluo wiped his hands dry, and stood in the porch, calling softly.

Ying Zaizhou stood up from the sofa with a "swipe": "I reluctantly go with you, you don't have to thank me too much."

Bian Yunluo raised his eyebrows slightly, the suit on the balcony was not dry yet, Ying Zaizhou was going to go out with him in this suit?

Obviously, the answer should be yes in the state.

Just like that, Bian Yunluo held Mianmian.

The back is hanging down, the trousers and clothes are more than one size too small, but still walking confidently, Ying Zaizhou and out of the community.

"The driver is too slow, the garage is so far away?" Ying Zaizhou stood with Bian Yunluo under the bus stop sign with his hands in his pockets.

He actually asked the employer to come out and wait. A driver who moves so slowly would be fired from his house.

Several grandparents around looked at Ying Zaizhou vaguely.

Bian Yunluo didn't look sideways, the starting station was really far away: "Well, it's coming soon."

"Will you pay?" Bian Yunluo remembered the incident of getting into the car and inserting coins for a while, not sure if he should be in the state.

Ying Zaizhou was not happy when he heard it. No one had ever dared to doubt his financial resources. No matter what Bian Yunluo and his son wanted, he would not blink his eyes: "Of course, such a small matter."

Bian Yunluo felt relieved.

Not far away, a tall and strong bus drove over unsteadily.

Bian Yun Huo Mianmian got on the bus, and Ying Zaizhou, who was following the two of them, watched. Bian Yunluo shook his mobile phone on the machine, and then walked back.

Ying Zaizhou followed behind, imitating the example with a dazed expression on his face.

Didn't he charge 20 to Xiao O's bus card?Why do you still use your phone?

"Hey! Young man, I didn't scan it!" The bus driver reminded Ying Zaizhou loudly.

Ying Zaizhou unknowingly followed Bian Yunluo's footsteps.

"Young man! Young man!" The driver yelled twice, and Ying Zaizhou realized that he was being called, and looked at the driver suspiciously.

The three of them came up late, and there was only one empty seat left in the car. Bian Yunluo led Mianmian over to sit down, so that he had time to pay attention to Ying Zaizhou.

You should stand in front of the state at a loss, looking at the machine and mobile phone.

I put the phone on it again and shook it, but unfortunately the notification tone still didn't sound.

Bian Yunluo hurried forward to help Zaizhou sweep, and dragged him to the back.

Only then did he see that Ying Zaizhou's mobile phone was still on the table.

It can be seen that Ying Zaizhou has probably never taken a bus before, so what he said just now is probably an act of bravado.

The two stood side by side holding hands, Ying Zaizhou lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

The bus wobbled forward.

"How long does Mr. Ying plan to stay with me?" Bian Yunluo looked at Mianmian and said softly to Zaizhou.

Shouldn't even a big boss in the state have to go back to the company to work?

I don't know what Ying Zaizhou was thinking, I saw his Adam's apple sliding up and down, "It's just that there is no seat, I don't have to..."

Before he finished speaking, the bus hit a red light and suddenly braked suddenly, Ying Zaizhou didn't hold the handle.

Bian Yunluo's pupils dilated slightly, and his outstretched hand was a step slower after all.

Seeing the tall and long-legged man next to him, he took a few steps back and sat in the arms of a middle-aged man in his forties in front of him.

The uncle subconsciously supported Ying Zaizhou's waist, and Ying Zaizhou had to put his arms around the uncle's neck in order to maintain his balance. The two looked at each other, and the air was filled with embarrassment.

Ying Zaizhou looked shocked, and quickly looked away.

The scene can be called "delicate and pleasant"...