Chapter 13: Kicked

** The lazy man turned over and hugged a man's strong waist with one arm softly.

The little head rested on his chest, rubbed it, found a comfortable sleeping position, and fell asleep again.

"Don't scratch me... Itching... Cake, stop it."

The cold demon who slept in a daze seemed to feel that her pet dog was rubbing her face. She turned her face aside childishly and pouted.

Han Chenyu woke up in the morning and saw such a beautiful picture.

Leng Xiaoyao's arm held his waist, and his head rested on his chest. His big eyes were closed at this time, and his long eyelashes were slightly raised, and his whole body was like a delicate doll.

Although he knew that he should push her away at this time, he enchantedly stroked her little face with his fingers, attracting her to wince her eyebrows.

Such a beautiful scenery made Han Chenyu couldn't help approaching her and gently kissing her red lips.

"Woo-woo"

The cold demon couldn't sleep anymore. She woke up and saw a black head.

She wanted to push the man away, but she was more than a little weak and couldn't push him away, so she had to use her hands and feet and struggle hard.

"Ah! Bad woman, do you want to murder your own husband?

It turned out that Leng Xiaoyao accidentally kicked Han Chenyu's "there", and he immediately let go of her in pain and covered the wound and rolled **.

"Who taught you to kiss me secretly!"

Looking at Han Chenyu's really painful appearance, did she feel that she really kicked too hard? If he can't do that in the future, won't he become the eternal sinner of the Han family?

Thinking about it, she carefully moved over and said, "Han Chenyu, are you all right?"

"If you kick harder, I will be useless!"

"I'm so sorry, but who asked you to kiss me early in the morning?"

Han Chenyu felt a little relieved before falling at the head of the bed and gasping and saying, "You are my wife now. Can't you kiss me?"

"Falous."

Is that right? Then please show me the bright red notebook with three big letters of marriage certificate to see if your name is written on it.

"You... You... That's your trick with a beautiful man!"

"And we are going to divorce in a year."

Han Chenyu dumped her and said, "But now you are my wife" and went into the bathroom to wash.

The cold demon was so angry that he gritted his teeth, regarded the quilt under his body as him, and beat him fiercely.

"Don't hit that poor quilt. Come and wash up and cook for me."

"Do you have a perspective?"

Oh, no, he just said he would cook for him?

Why do you want me to cook for you? Besides, I have always been responsible for eating, not cooking!"

Han Chenyu thought about it, and it was also true that a daughter-age who did not touch Yangchunshui with five fingers asked her to cook. If she ate it herself, she would probably get stomach problems. Forget it, you'd better do it yourself.

"Come and wash quickly, and there will be no food for more than ten minutes"

Han Chenyu walked to the kitchen as he spoke.

"Can you cook?! Aren't you the president? Can you cook?"

The cold demon stared at his back, as if he couldn't believe it.

"What's strange? I cooked by myself in the years of studying in the United States."

Thinking that when I was young, I studied with "her" when I was studying in the United States, and the bitterness in my heart spread.

Didn't "she" say that she has a special preference for herself and not that he doesn't marry? What's the result? It's not that I left him and never looked back.

"Han Chenyu, what are you thinking?"

Leng Xiaoyao watched him fall into meditation and then became self-deprecating. She rarely cared about him once.

"Nothing. Let's go to the hospital to see my mother after dinner."

"Oh"

The cold demon responded and stared at Han Chenyu's neat beating of eggs, fried eggs, plate, and beating vegetable juice,

"I thought you were boasting, but I didn't expect you to really cook?"

I still remember that Lulu has treated her. The best measure for a good man is whether he can cook or not! Looking at this man's usual stinky farts and dragging, I didn't expect him to meet the standards of a good man?

"That's right, you are the second person to eat my cooking."

Han Chenyu answered her while posing. Looking at the woman's admiring and surprised eyes, the man's respect was greatly satisfied.

"Then who was the first to eat the food you cooked?"

Unexpectedly, a random question made Han Chenyu's face suddenly become gloomy. He replied impatiently, "It's none of your business. Eat quickly!"

The cold demon didn't know what he was doing, so he could only muttering "weird" and concentrate on eating.