My Schizophrenic CEO Husband

Cheng Anran doesn't say that she just sipped a little red wine and drank a little drunk. Even if she didn't recognize her relatives, she can't think how good Tang Yili's proposal is.

She asked Tang Yili coolly, "in case he can't save me, do I automatically confess that I'm pretending, or just drown?"

Tang Yili can think of such a rotten move to directly explode himself and lose the enemy's zero.

He said he was a dog's head. He really only had the ability of a dog's head.

Tang also thinks that it is not good to directly change from love game to sending proposition.

After drinking a mouthful of spare ribs soup, Tang Yili looked at the food she cooked and joked: "then you can only grab his stomach first. Don't you all say that if you want to grab a man's heart, you should grab a man's stomach first? I think you're good at cooking. It's not a problem to take him."

Don't mention it. Cheng Anran thinks this ordinary little method can still be used.

It's easier to think about cooking than to pretend to be exotic. Besides, she has a little superstition. She always feels that it's better not to try this kind of thing easily. If she often walks by the river, there are no wet shoes. If she curses herself, what to do if something really happens is an ordinary way, which is more reliable.

Cheng Anran had a good dream all night.

The next morning, Cheng Anran wakes up. The sun is sunny and bright outside. Flowers and trees are green. The wind blows the soft curtains. From here, she can see the beach and blue sea water outside. Cheng Anran is in a good mood and goes to stand on the balcony to blow the wind.

The semi open balcony is full of roses.

In addition to a honeymoon companion missing from the bed behind her, Cheng Anran really thinks this honeymoon is wonderful.

After washing, Cheng Anran thought about it and put on a suspender and shorts.

Although she made it clear last night that she did not intend to use sex inducement, it was so hot anyway. Suspenders and shorts were necessary. It was nothing.

The little devil was ready to think. Anyway, he was Liu Xiahui. He wouldn't shake if he didn't wear it himself. Then she would wear it boldly.

It's really comfortable to wear less. Cheng Anran goes downstairs in light clothes.

Downstairs, I smelled a strong smell of crab porridge.

The strong, fresh and sweet fragrance hooked Cheng Anran and went straight to the kitchen.

She went to the kitchen door and saw the picture in the kitchen at a glance.

In the kitchen, the man only wore knee length boxer shorts, his red belt sealed his thin waist, his upper body was naked, and a towel to wipe sweat was hung around his neck. His skin was white and healthy red because of sports.

He was lifting the porcelain cover of the casserole and stirring the porridge inside. During the movement of his arms, the shoulder blade line of his back affected the whole back, and a drop of sweat rolled down the gap in the middle of his back.

“！！！”

Cheng Anran was stunned. His blood was hot and his legs were soft. He barely held the door until he didn't have blood to spray on the spot.

Unexpectedly, before her crooked mind moved, Tang Yiyu enlarged her move.

Tang Yili is talking about seduction. Now who seduces who!

Tang Yiyu can't be Liu Xiahui.

She was so flustered that she couldn't understand whether Tang Yiyu was intentional or what. His mind was in a mess. Tang Yiyu seemed to turn around. Cheng Anran should immediately hold the door and lean against the door, pretending to be nothing. "You, you're making breakfast so early."

Tang Yiyu was truly "upright" and "upright" and "straight".

He didn't care if he was naked. Instead, he glanced at her suspenders and shorts and frowned slightly - it's so short. It's short everywhere.

The suspender can hardly cover the chest and the lower abdomen. The shorts are short and tight, which completely outline the body lines.

Tang Yiyu opened his mouth to say something, but stopped again.

Yesterday I told her what to do with her clothes. Today I say it again. Isn't it plain and annoying.

At last he said, "wake up? Why is your face a little red?"

Cheng Anran: "

Don't you know why my face is red?

Take a look at yourself. You're so unruly.

After coughing for a while, she naturally didn't dare to point it out directly. Her eyes drifted. After wiping oil on his abdominal muscles with her eyes, she said, "maybe it's sunny. You, you're hot this morning?"

Tang Yiyu said casually, "just now I had nothing to do when I was cooking porridge, so I punched for a while."

Cheng Anran's heart aches. Why does she get up so late? She wants to see a handsome man fight!

Cheng Anran took a deep breath and calmed himself down. Don't be too rough. He looked at the meal he cooked: "it smells good. I'm still skeptical when you say you can cook. By now, I believe it all."

Tang Yiyu was not too polite. Naturally, he said, "help me see it for a while. I'll take a shower."

"OK." Cheng Anran should arrive. She walked in and Tang Yiyu walked out. They all turned sideways in one direction and bumped together without accident.

Cheng Anran's hand touched his skin and left immediately. He hurriedly said, "sorry."

Tang Yiyu didn't feel uncomfortable. He was just a little uncomfortable when he was touched.

He rarely contacts with women. Ancheng Anran's hands are very soft and slippery. It seems that there is an electric current running through him. It's different from the nerve pain he feels when touched by other women on weekdays. It's actually a little comfortable.

Tang Yiyu's eyes darkened and said nothing. He went upstairs and rushed to his body.

Cheng Anran stood in the kitchen and looked at his hand in amazement: "I've made it."

At breakfast, Cheng Anran tasted Tang Yiyu's craft. She felt that the so-called plan of "grasping a man's heart first, grasping a man's stomach" had not been implemented and had failed.

Because someone doesn't need her to scratch his stomach, he is very good to his own stomach.

Tang Yiyu's cooking is very good, which makes Cheng Anran sigh: "your cooking is also very good. It's not too much for a five-star chef."

Tang Yiyu said coldly, "I'm looking for a five-star chef to teach me. The natural taste will not be bad."

Cheng Anran took a silent sip of porridge and said seriously, "I played a big knife in front of Guan Gong and made a fool of myself."

Tang Yiyu heard that the corners of his lips were hooked, revealing a shallow and soft smile: "you cook very delicious, and I don't like cooking on weekdays. If I didn't come to the island, I would be a family cook on weekdays."

He doesn't love cooking. Good cooking means that he loves to pursue perfection. Therefore, he even cooks 100% delicious, not half baked.

Cheng Anran thought about it and joked: "it's really unnecessary for a talent like you to cook by yourself every day. It's too talented."

Tang Yiyu looked at her and his ink eyes moved: "you are the first person to eat my cooking."

Cheng Anran stopped with his spoon and looked up at him foolishly: "the first?"

Tang Yiyu nodded. He didn't know why he had a feeling that he couldn't tell the truth: "the first and the last."

Cheng Anran's heart beats wildly.

Who is this? I can stand it.