"It's broken, it's been too long, it's been overbaked, it's all your fault!"
Leng Yihuang looked at the dark chocolate cake, completely refusing to admit that the failure was caused by his own trouble.
"Where is it? Isn't the chocolate cake supposed to be this color? Where does it need to be so precise, it's almost enough."
Lin Xiaomi really doubted whether Leng Junlin was his own son.
"Hate it, go away and make a new one."
Leng Yihuang scratched her face with low-gluten noodles on his hand: "Why are you angry again?"
Lin Xiaomi didn't need to look in the mirror to know that she must have been turned into a tabby cat.
If the tiger doesn't get angry, he treats her like a sick cat, right? !
Originally, Lin Xiaomi stayed at home today and planned to settle accounts with Wang Rui.
As a result, this girl didn't even leave the door of the room all day.
It caused her to keep her breath in her heart, unable to spit it out, unable to swallow it, and now Leng Yihuang is not afraid of death and keeps provoking her.
Of course she took all her anger out on him.
"It's fun, right? I'll let you play!"
In the end, the good kitchen became a place where the young couple had a noodle fight.
Both of their faces and hair are covered with white flour.
Because Lin Xiaomi's chassis was low, Leng Yihuang slapped her head with a slap, and no matter how hard she flopped, she couldn't reach his head. In the end, she looked much worse than him.
"Okay, you, bully me now, you can't live through this day!"
Lin Xiaomi baked the cake. Although there was time in the oven, she still asked the servant to check the time, then turned around and walked out angrily.
Leng Yihuang didn't look very good-looking either, the tall and unsmiling young master Leng looked like a bearded grandfather crawling out of a pile of flour.
This made his usual cold and stern image collapse a bit.
He followed Lin Xiaomi out, and it was not easy to coax her in front of the servant.
It wasn't until he entered the room that Leng Yihuang threw away his cold mask and hugged Lin Xiaomi in his arms.
Helped her wipe her face like a little cat: "Why are you angry again, so Mrs. Leng can't afford to play so much? You said it earlier, if I knew it, I would stand up and let you beat me."
Lin Xiaomi fell back angrily, after bullying her, she started to speak nice words now.
It's not that just relying on his long arms, holding her head down, and letting her swing her arms around.
"Go away and hate you! I want to take a shower." He got some flour in his collar, and it was a little itchy.
"I wash too, my wife, let's wash together."
"go away!"
"My wife, I will help you undress."
Lin Xiaomi: "..."
"Are you annoying... um!" Lin Xiaomi's burst of voice was blocked by him.
Someone is getting more and more shameless.
After a while, there were blushing and heartbeating love words from the bathroom, and the rustling sound of someone forcibly taking off his wife's clothes.
...
Wang Rui stayed in the room all day without going out.
Didn't eat or even drink a sip of water.
She carefully recalled everything that happened that year.
Even though she was drunk that night, she still remembered some details clearly.
What impressed me the most was the palpable scar on the man's back.
That position, that shape.
She carefully recalled the whole day, and felt that it was very similar to the scar on Leng Shaoyang's body.
She couldn't accept it.
Back then, she clearly saw that it was Leng Yihuang, the person she had seen with her own eyes was Leng Yihuang, and she was indeed sent to the hotel by Leng Yihuang.
How could this become Leng Shaoyang
She repeatedly questioned and subverted herself over and over again.
She sat on the bed with her arms tightly around herself, looking at the clean and white sheets, she couldn't forget the smile on Leng Shaoyang's face when he left in the morning.
It was obviously not the first time he had seen her, so why didn't he feel annoyed at all, and he didn't even seem to be surprised at all.
All the things were intertwined, and Wang Rui felt extremely confused.
In fact, she may have a conclusion in her heart, but people always deliberately avoid the answer that they don't want to believe, and deliberately deceive themselves, which may not be true.
Just like Wang Rui, she told herself, it was just a scar, not a birthmark.
It is quite normal for a man to have scars.
She couldn't conclude that the man she had sex with was Leng Shaoyang just because of a scar.
maybe…
Maybe Leng Yihuang also has a scar on his body!
Thinking of this, Wang Rui seems to have rekindled hope.
She didn't dare to think about what she would do if there were no scars on Leng Yihuang's body.
She didn't even dare to think about it.
She was just eager to prove that Leng Yihuang had scars on his body.
She knew that Leng Yihuang and Lin Xiaomi didn't go out today.
Since the morning, even if she didn't want to listen, she could vaguely hear their playfulness.
She opened the door and wanted to find Leng Yihuang.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Leng Yihuang chasing Lin Xiaomi up the stairs. She retreated subconsciously, for fear that they would see her.
Fortunately, their bedrooms were on opposite sides of the corridor.
Wang Rui looked in shock at her superior brother Yi, who was covered in flour all over his face.
Isn't he a clean freak
He would allow Lin Xiaomi to turn him into this.
Why is he not only not angry, but also rushing to coax her
Wang Rui thought that she was drunk last night, so she hugged him with the strength of alcohol, and he pushed herself away like dirty garbage.
Why did Lin Xiaomi get flour all over his body, but he wasn't angry at all.
Why!
Their treatment gap is so big!
Wang Rui bravely followed. She took off her shoes, walked silently and stood by their door, listening to them laughing and beating inside.
She didn't expect that they got along like this in private.
Her cold and icy elder brother Yi treats Lin Xiaomi like this... a rogue.
Her eyes were red with jealousy.
The door was not closed tightly, she put her ears on it, and when she heard Leng Yihuang "shamelessly" carrying Lin Xiaomi into the bathroom, she slowly pushed open the door of their bedroom.
This was the first time she entered Leng Yihuang's bedroom.
The room is full of arrangements of little women, and there are symbols of warmth everywhere.
What bothered her the most was the two sets of men's and women's pajamas that were entangled on the bed.
The door of the bathroom was half closed, and Lin Xiaomi's coquettish voice could be heard clearly.
"Hate! You are not allowed to take off my clothes!"
"Then you come and take off my clothes, wife, can you help me take off my clothes?"
Wang Rui just couldn't help blushing when she heard it.
She walked over quietly on her feet, lay on the side of the door, and looked in through the gap, just in time to see Leng Yihuang's topless body pressing Lin Xiaomi on the tiles to bully.
Lin Xiaomi's soft voice let alone a man, even she couldn't stand it.