My Schizophrenic CEO Husband

Cheng Anran followed him into the kitchen, still a little confused: "are you sure you want me to help you? As the invitee, don't you think this is not the way of hospitality?"

Tang Yiyu: "but tonight is not hospitality. It's a hidden rule, isn't it?"

Cheng Anran's face turned red again.

She opened her mouth and closed her mouth. She didn't feel anything. She said guilt from the man's mouth with an ambiguous meaning.

It's all because the man's voice is so loud that when he says some words, it's misunderstood even if he doesn't bring that meaning.

Cheng Anran coughed and said concealedly, "can you not mention this?"

Tang Yiyu smiled: "Oh, haven't you been talking about it?"

Cheng Anran groaned angrily, "OK, you are the gold Lord and your boss. What do you want to say? What do you want me to do? Cut vegetables?"

Tang Yiyu raised his hand and handed her an apron.

This is the same apron she used two years ago.

What the man said before came back to my mind.

He said that everything here has not changed, so it also includes this apron.

Cheng Anran took the apron. Time seemed to go backwards. She thought that the two would cook together in the kitchen when they didn't have a job.

Maybe many people think that the life of the rich should be extravagant and intoxicated, but Cheng Anran knows that his happiest thing is these seemingly very ordinary things.

Cheng Anran fretted in her heart, put on her apron and turned her back to Tang Yiyu: "fasten it for me."

Tang Yiyu came up to her and tied an apron for her, breathing and spraying it in her ear: "the apron is still suitable for you as before."

Cheng Anran: "it's not that I manage my figure well. If I get fat, this apron can't fit me."

Tang Yiyu laughed: "well, Cheng design is the most powerful. She is a beauty at any time."

The beauty Cheng Anran didn't want to be so distracted by the man. She put on her apron and entered the state of preparing for the kitchen.

"Come on, what do you want me to do for you, what dishes you want to cook and what to clean up?"

Tang Yiyu: "you just have to be responsible for wiping my sweat."

Cheng Anran thought she had heard wrong: "huh?"

Tang Yiyu: "the stove is too hot in summer. I'm hot and always sweating. Please wipe it for me."

Cheng Anran: "no?"

Tang Yiyu: "no more."

Cheng Anran was speechless: "well, since President Tang said so, I'll just wipe your sweat without touching the spring water."

Tang Yiyu was handling lobster with a knife and smiled at this: "if you like, you can always be at home and only be responsible for wiping my sweat. I'll cook the rice. You can eat anything and I'll cook it for you."

Cheng Anran looks at his profile. He is very handsome and unparalleled. He is obviously a man with a little arrogance and coldness, but he cooks virtuously in the kitchen. His action seems to be dealing with tens of millions of contracts.

Cheng Anran couldn't help thinking.

Cooking is so delicious that children's food must be delicious.

If he cooks for Yaya, maybe Yaya will become more picky about food.

After all - in Yaya's heart, the prince should look like Tang Yiyu, handsome and elegant, not as bad as Fang Minghui.

Cheng Anran quickly shook her head and eliminated the dangerous ideas in her mind.

She knew it was not time for a showdown.

Tang Yiyu didn't notice what was wrong with the people around him. He didn't care about Cheng Anran's failure to answer.

It's a long way to chase his wife. He's already prepared in his heart, so it's normal not to get a response.

Don't worry, just take your time.

As long as she is by his side, he is willing to chase him as long as he wants.

As long as there is no ethereal distance, one day, he will grab her hand again and take her to the future of the two.

When Tang Yiyu started cooking, he realized that his provocative glasses had not been taken off.

Tang Yiyu narrowed his eyes and thought of what the stylist had said before. Inadvertently, he bent over and the lines exposed from the collar would be very attractive. Tang Yiyu decided to implement it.

"An ran." Tang Yiyu suddenly opened his mouth.

Cheng Anran turned her handkerchief in her hand and looked up at him: "are you sweating so soon?"

Tang Yiyu: "help me take off my glasses. I can't spare it."

Cheng Anran: "Oh."

As she moves closer, Tang Yiyu suddenly bends down, and the huge collar is completely hollow. Cheng Anran mirrors the sexy Adam's apple to the end, looking at the mermaid line from her chest muscles, abdominal muscles and underwear.

！！！

Help, can't this man wear high waist pants! She's reading everything she shouldn't!

Cheng Anran could no longer control it and swallowed.

Tang Yiyu saw this and smiled secretly. He brought his handsome face closer: "what's the matter?"

Cheng an blushed and shook his head: "nothing, nothing."

Then he quickly took off his glasses for Tang Yiyu.

Sin, this man is doing sin.

Cheng Anran doesn't quite understand what the so-called walking hormone on TV is like. I saw it tonight.

Cheng Anran is a little desperate. At least she is also a person with pure heart and few desires for two years. At present, she is only hot by Tang Yiyu, but this is only the beginning.

Tang Yiyu's big move is still behind.

After frying two dishes, Tang Yiyu was sweating.

At this time, Tang Yiyu said to Cheng Anran, "Anran, help me wipe my sweat."

Cheng Anran didn't dare to look at him directly. He replied, "Oh, good."

He got up and wiped his face casually, focusing on his forehead.

Cheng Anran: "OK, it's finished."

Tang Yiyu was funny: "where's the neck? There's a lot of sweat on the neck."

Cheng Anran grits her teeth, raises her hand and wipes her neck carelessly. When her fingertips rub Tang Yiyu's Adam's apple, Tang Yiyu deliberately rolls down the Adam's apple. Cheng Anran's hand shakes and almost can't hold the handkerchief.

Cheng Anran has no love.

She thought it was a very easy job to wipe sweat in the kitchen, but now she felt that it was clearly the most tormenting job.

Who's going to save her? She wants to go on strike! I don't want to do it!

After rubbing his neck, Cheng Anran's voice almost begged for mercy: "all right, cook fewer dishes. I don't think two people can eat too much."

"No." Tang Yiyu finally took a tantalizing opportunity. How could he let it go? He took an inch and said, "you also have sweat on your body. Help me wipe your body."

Cheng Anran: "

Sir, you are playing a rogue. I called the police.