"You can?"
Tang Yichen looked at warmth tentatively, with a look of disdain.
Warm nodded, "Well, what do you want to eat."
Tang Yichen walked over curiously and looked at the seven or eight dishes on it. Warmth rolled up his sleeves and was ready to cook.
Tang Yichen hugged warmth from behind, leaned her head on her shoulders, and held warm hands.
"What are you doing?" With a warm smile.
"You are not allowed to cook." Tang Yichen said coldly and domineeringly, pulling the warmth into the living room and looking at her, "My woman doesn't need to do this kind of work, I will bring you someone from the villa."
After hearing it warmly, I immediately refused, "Don't you, I don't want anyone running around in this room by himself."
This is their two-person world, and she doesn't want others to bother.
Tang Yichen smiled, holding his arms around the warm waist, kneading it as if there was something or nothing.
"Go and do it." Tang Yichen bowed his head and kissed the warm face heavily, then withdrew the warmth.
Warmly pursed his lips. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Tang Yichen picking up his mobile phone and walking to the balcony, closing the balcony door.
It may be handling official business, and Warmth ignored him and continued to work in the kitchen.
With such a long time with him, Warmth still understands her taste.
Tang Yichen glanced at the back, his face turned cold, holding the mobile phone in one hand and propping it on the railing in the other, speaking in a cold voice.
"Say."
"Young Master, Zhao Mingcheng and his wife said that they have not seen the suicide note left by Miss Wen's grandmother. So that suicide note may be in Miss Wen's hands."
Jiulong was sent by Tang Yichen to investigate the suicide note, and he carefully reported the contents of the investigation to Tang Yichen.
"In her hands?"
Tang Yichen chewed these words.
Why doesn't she know what is in her hands? Either she didn't know that the will was with her.
"I see." Tang Yichen finished speaking, hung up the phone directly, and turned to look at the busy little woman in the kitchen.
Looking from his direction, he could just see Warm wearing a pink apron, with all his hair tied up and wrapped in a ball on his head.
The slender and straight legs were exposed, and he looked youthful.
It may be that he felt the scorching gaze behind him, and the warmth suddenly turned around, and it happened to collide with Tang Yichen's gaze.
Warmth almost dropped the spoon in his hand to the ground, so he had to grab it quickly.
Tang Yichen smiled faintly, and walked into the kitchen to embrace the warmth, which made it inconvenient to move around.
"I can't move anymore." Warm struggled, unaware of how sweet and irritating his voice was.
Tang Yichen took the things from her mobile phone and put them on the table.
Warmth was turned around, facing Tang Yichen, looking at him puzzled.
"What's the matter with you?" The warm little face blushed and smiled helplessly.
How could Tang Yichen be so clingy like a child.
"I want to kiss you."
"what?"
Before the warmth could react, Tang Yichen directly picked up his warm hands, pressed them on the wall, and lowered his head to kiss.
There was no way to resist the warmth, so he had to cooperate with Tang Yichen and endure his scorching request.
Seeing the warm frown, Tang Yichen finally put down her hand and changed her hand to hook Tang Yichen's neck.
The temperature in the kitchen suddenly rose, and the two men's breath began to be a little unstable.
Tang Yichen's hand was irregular, put it into his warm jacket, and he immediately held it with a warm tremor.
"Tang Yichen, no way."
Tang Yichen let go of his warm lips and buried his head between her neck and gasped for breath, "How many days will it be finished?"