After being proposed by a blind man, I married into a wealthy family

When Ling Su woke up with a yawn, she leaned against the bed for a while.

The lighted up mobile phone on the bedside table clearly showed that it was almost twelve o'clock at noon.

And in a particularly tacit understanding, Ling Su's stomach also growled.

The ancestor who was originally squatting next to Ling Su tilted his head, stepping on the quilt and wanted to push his head against Ling Su's stomach.

Ling Su pinched its chin and scratched it twice: "You can't touch your stomach."

The uncle meowed and looked at Ling Su's stomach, with a pair of beautiful eyes staring, the whole cat seemed to be thinking seriously.

After a while, the uncle let go of Ling Su in front of him, jumped out of bed, opened the door and walked out.

He Yan, who heard the movement upstairs, has already come down.

There was also a director of the engineering department who was reporting to him in his earphones. He Yan listened carefully, but didn't respond much.

"Well, continue at your own pace." Standing at the door of Ling Su's room, He Yanhui ended the other party's report, "Let's stop here."

When he knocked on the door again and entered, the slight indifference on He Yanhui's face had been wiped away.

He looked at Ling Su who was stunned on the edge of the bed, and naturally went over and squatted down halfway: "Is it better?"

"There's not much difference." Ling Su raised his foot and shook it, "Why didn't you go to the company?"

"It's nothing, I'm back." He Yanhui led Ling Su to stand up, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Hug?"

Ling Su who just woke up was a little dazed, the sleepless night last night made him lose the strength to jump out by himself.

He lazily leaned against the head of the bed and didn't speak.

He Yanhui got down on one knee and looked up at him.

Ling Su's eyelashes weren't too drooping by nature, curling them up doesn't look feminine, it just makes his eyes look rounder.

"I don't want to leave by myself but I don't want to hug either?" He Yan asked back.

Ling Su nodded slowly.

Others say that people during pregnancy will have a strange temper and are always cloudy and uncertain.

But Ling Su spent the first trimester of pregnancy in the midst of chaos, and there was no chance for Ling Su to be ignorant.

He has to take care of the children, take care of himself, and take care of the emotions of everyone around him.

But now it seems... no more.

Ling Su lowered his eyes to see He Yanhui, and tilted his head: "What should I do?"

He Yanhui also turned his head sideways: "Buy a launcher for you to fly over?"

"Alright." Ling Su nodded seriously.

He Yan smiled back and pressed Ling Su's calf, and when he got up, he hugged Ling Su horizontally: "Anyway, I'm at home, no one saw me."

Ling Su's tone could still be heard as if he was still asleep, but he raised the bar conscientiously: "Two big men are hugging each other, what does it look like?"

"The two big men can still roll around." He Yan lowered his head and returned with a smile.

Ling Su rolled his eyes at him, and dryly held back his words, and then there was no sound.

It's really killing me when I'm cooking.

Ling Su was able to stand by herself, and after choosing the angle and setting up the camera, he put He Yan back into the camera, while he stood on the tripod and adjusted the angle behind him.

He Yanhui didn't wear an apron, and the iron gray shirt stuck to his narrow waistline, which looked pleasing to the eye in the camera.

"Today, teach Mr. He how to cook." Ling Su's tone was slightly teasing.

On the other hand, He Yanhui was leaning against the sink in leisure, rolling up his sleeves helplessly.

The exposed forearm with tight muscles looks pleasing to the eye.

It's a pity that Mr. He's cooking skills are not in the range of pleasing to the eye.

"Crack the eggs!" After a while, Ling Su's own voice became unsteady, "Eggs!!"

He Yanhui in the camera still looks calm and uncomprehending.

——Just ignore his messy kitchen counter.

Like every beginner, the movement of Mr. He's cooking is earth-shattering.

He Yanhui's pair of beautiful pianists couldn't realize their advantages at all in the kitchen.

Just the matter of cracking an egg gave He Yanhui a very headache.

Holding the chopsticks, he couldn't make the crackling and flying movements of ordinary people at all. Seeing his slow and calm look, Ling Su was so anxious that he almost stepped forward to grab the bowl.

Finally, when the beating was almost over, Ling Su asked He Yanhui to put some salt in it at will, and when he looked up, he saw He Yanhui's tangled eyes.

Probably I wish I could order a single kitchen scale immediately, and the weight is accurate to two decimal places.

"It says on the recipe..." He Yanhui looked innocently at the camera, and wanted to defend himself.

He Yan didn't show his face in the camera, but almost every pore of his body was helpless.

"The water will be boiled dry after you weigh it." Ling Su was merciless.

He Yan heaved a long sigh, lowered his head and silently cut tomatoes.

This scene became the cover of the later Vlog.

For those who knew Ling Su and those who didn't, the audience saw these slender hands and unconsciously clicked in.

After I clicked in, I realized that something was wrong with this Nima.

The only thing He Yanhui can see is the knife skills, probably because he learned how to appreciate ancient Greek sculptures when he was a child and took a carving knife for a few days, and he still looks a bit like cutting things.

The water-red tomato rolled gently in a small circle on He Yanhui's fingertips. The plump fruit and bright red juice made He Yanhui's fingers whiter.

But when all the audience were intoxicated by the slow knife work and beautiful hands...

"Eggs!! Beat the eggs!!" The person outside the camera shouted anxiously, "The water is boiling!"

Everyone came here to react, click back to look at the title, it turns out that this is a cooking teaching video?

Tomato eggs?What is there to teach about this?

But when they watched the video content again, they couldn't laugh or cry.

He Yanhui really can't.

In the barrage of "I was tricked into coming in, did I just start laughing?", He Yan hurriedly cracked open the egg, and began to circle around steadily with chopsticks.

“The most elegant beaten eggs I have ever seen”

"If this continues, the water in the pot will really boil dry hahahaha"

He Yanhui seldom had any clumsy moments, but when he plunged a row of chopped tomatoes into the boiling water with the back of his knife, the bullet screen and Ling Su, who was filming the video, laughed and fell down.

He Yanhui held the spatula, pretended to be calm and stood two steps away from the pot, and whispered something while sighing.

Ling Su thoughtfully added subtitles for him.

"I just said I don't like soup..."

"It's okay, it will be over soon." After the screen shook, Ling Su held the camera and stood closer.

He Yan was tall, and with the angle at which Ling Su was holding it, he adjusted it so that his face would not be photographed.

But He Yan looked back at Ling Su's awkward posture, and reached out to touch the camera.

"Huh?" Ling Su raised his head, wanting to ask He Yanhui what's wrong.

But before Ling Su could react, He Yanhui suddenly stretched out his arm, holding Ling Su's waist with one hand, and led him directly in front of him.

The audience, who rotated with the camera, was surprised in the barrage.

"It's more convenient." As he got closer to the camera, He Yanhui's voice became clearer, and it sounded like a cello with a good tone in the video.

Although the pot of tomato and egg drop soup in front of him was still a mess, Ling Su and the audience who were watching had already forgotten the theme of the video.

He Yanhui's hands were almost embracing Ling Su, and the two of them stood overlapping each other, making Ling Su, who was completely immersed in his smell, forget what he was doing.

And later, when Ling Su urgently edited a temporary vlog, he himself blushed while watching this episode for no apparent reason.

In the barrage, someone is popularizing science at the right time.

"The one who appeared on the screen should be He's new president, a mixed-race male model with looks and figure, worth over [-] billion. The owner of Up is his little wife XDDD, the two of them are really sweet."

"Isn't there a rumor that they have already divorced?"

"Rumours are just rumors. The two are clearly in love in the video!"

"The promised tomato and egg drop soup, but I got lemon."

"Holding and cooking is too spoiled, long live the height difference!!"

The colorful barrage was discussing the same issue, and everyone seemed to have completely forgotten the theme of the tomato and egg drop soup this time.

But He Yan remembered it himself.

He ate the first meal he cooked since he could remember, and he thought it was pretty good.

The rest of the dishes were still ordered as takeaways. When they were delivered from the hotel, each one was still beautifully presented and at a suitable temperature. However, among the pile of exquisite dishes, there was a large pot of tomato and egg drop soup out of season.

When the two sat down to eat facing each other, Ling Su and He Yanhui's cheeks were a little red.

He Yanhui's enthusiasm for egg drop soup remained undiminished, but when Ling Su wanted to try it with a spoon, he became inexplicably nervous.

While scooping up soup for the other party with a spoon, he was weighing whether the first meal he cooked for his wife and children was a bit too shabby.

Watching Ling Su put the soup into his mouth, He Yanhui was so nervous that he even stopped using his chopsticks.

"How...how?" he asked.

Ling Su swallowed the soup in his mouth, and looked at He Yanhui's appearance only to find it funny, but thinking that this was Mr. He's first time cooking with the burden of the president, he had to encourage him anyway: "Not bad, very good. "

He Yan raised his eyes back, although he was quickly covered up, he could still see the unstoppable joy in his heart.

"After the child is born, I will cook." He Yan waved back, "You don't have to worry about anything in the future."

Ling Su looked at He Yanhui's excited look, wondering if he should remind him that they are still divorced.

After the child is born, where is the future?

The author has something to say: it's too late, good night everyone

I will fix it tomorrow