The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

In a corner of the huge living room, there is a cute blind box machine, which is very similar to the one at the dinner party, but the workmanship is more exquisite.

It is worth noting that the small dolls originally placed inside have turned into exquisitely wrapped gift boxes, some large and some small, all filled to the brim.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!"

Jiang Ruoli rushed towards the blind box machine in slippers, ran two steps, stopped, turned around and looked at the man she left behind.

"Did you ask someone to move this here?"

From Pei Zigui's perspective, the woman's smile was as beautiful as a flower, her delicate fox eyes slightly raised, revealing a brilliant smile, and a bright and clear star flashed in her eyes, agile and light.

She was so happy about such a little thing. She really is still a child at heart.

Pei Zigui's eyes moved slightly, and his fingers hanging by his legs moved slightly, and he walked towards Jiang Ruoli. He grabbed her, hugged her, and forcefully moved the little girl's chin back from another direction.

"Do you like it that much?"

The little fox was smiling, his beautiful eyes curved into a crescent, his face full of surprise and impatience.

She nodded, and her head unconsciously wanted to turn behind her.

"I like it, please let me go first."

Pei Zigui curled his lips, his eyes revealing a bit of helplessness: "Didn't you say you would personally cook me some hangover soup? Now you don't care about me anymore?"

Jiang Ruoli seemed to react suddenly, and a guilty look appeared on her delicately made-up face. Her voice was soft and tender: "Forgotten. I'll go now."

Anyway, the blind box machine is right next to me and I can’t escape.

A light laugh was heard in the air, and the man walked past Jiang Ruoli and went straight to the sofa and sat down.

He seemed very hot, his bony hands clasped his tie and pulled it outwards, the veins on the back of his hands were obvious under the light. He was shrouded in a bewitching desire.

Jiang Ruoli couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Why is the heating in the house so strong today?

She glanced eagerly at the blind box machine that was so close to her, and blinked her big watery eyes at Pei Zigui aggrievedly, "Then I'll go to the kitchen?"

The man responded with a low sound and dozed off on the sofa.

"Humph, you won't even accompany me to the kitchen."

The little drama queen threw down a sentence and ran to the kitchen in slippers. Go early and come back early, she still has to open the blind box~

Behind me, the man's magnetic voice came: "Run slower."

Pei Zigui pinched his eyebrows, with an obvious curve at the corner of his mouth.

It’s not that he didn’t want to accompany his young wife, but the hangover soup made by Jiang Ruoli was easier to eat without seeing the preparation process.

Maybe she was really in a hurry, because not long after, the girl came out with a cup of liquid.

Bright yellow.

"Hurry up and drink it first. I'll go check the blind box machine."

Pei Zigui didn't know why, but he felt a sense of jealousy. He had asked someone to deliver this blind box machine to Lanting Garden, and Jiang Ruoli had personally cooked a hangover soup for him, but he was so jealous of an inanimate object.

Why doesn’t Jiang Ruoli feed himself the sobering soup if he’s jealous?

Jiang Ruoli, who was sitting on the sofa, naturally had no idea about Pei Zigui's thoughts. Her heart had already flown to the other side of the living room.

Unfortunately, just as she handed over the cup in her hand and before it touched the man's hand, she was pulled over instead.

"Hey, hey, it spilled!"

Fortunately, Pei Zigui caught the cup with his other hand, preventing the liquid from spilling.

By the time Jiang Ruoli reacted, the person had already sat on the sofa.

To be precise, it was Pei Zigui's body.

The man's tie was half-undone, but for some reason it was unundone, hanging loosely on his chest. Three and a half buttons of his black shirt were undone, and the fourth button seemed to be half-undone, but at this level, it just revealed the exciting muscle lines underneath.

The light shone on the shirt. The black fabric was not obviously stained by something, but Jiang Ruoli saw at a glance the lip print three centimeters below Pei Zigui's collar.

It's hers.

I accidentally dropped it in the car just now.

I have to say that today's makeup was still very fitting, at least there was no powder floating off, and no makeup was stained on his shirt.

Steven deserves a big bonus.

Jiang Ruoli only looked at her like that for a few seconds, and her little face, which was angry and frightened just now, had calmed down. There is a saying on the Internet: My husband is so handsome that I slap myself when we have a quarrel.

It was impossible to slap herself, but the eldest lady reluctantly forgave Pei Zigui for pulling her over without saying a word.

"How do you make hangover soup? Tell me what's in it?"

The man was like a teacher conducting a random test. He asked questions slowly and in a low voice, but he refused to let her go.

Jiang Ruoli struggled for a few times, then sighed resignedly, thinking that his brain was controlled by alcohol.

"Just apples and oranges. Chop them up, boil them, and let them air-dry." Jiang Ruoli listed the ingredients he put in one by one and explained them slowly.

With the soft jade in his arms and the whispers, Pei Zigui's heart was filled again. He raised his eyebrows and took a sip of the sobering tea in his hand.

"Oh yeah, and honey. The tutorial said to add it based on your feeling, but I was afraid it would be too sour, so I added two more spoonfuls. Honey can help sober you up anyway.

How is it? Not bad, not sour at all~"

The man's brows suddenly frowned, and a small hill bulged between his eyebrows. He held his breath for a moment, his Adam's apple rolled, and the liquid in his mouth smoothly flowed down his throat.

Oh, that’s so sweet.

"Yeah, not sour. Baby is so good at cooking for the first time."

"Of course, who am I? Jiang Ruoli, is there anything in this world that I can't do?"

If someone else heard this, they would probably roll their eyes. But the other person was Pei Zigui, so he would just indulge the little princess and continue talking.

"Well, no." Even if there was something beyond her reach, he would pick it for her.

Finally, after accompanying Pei Zigui to finish the whole cup of sobering soup, Jiang Ruoli happily put the cup back on the coffee table and pulled the man's loose tie.

"It tastes so good? In that case, can you reward me by letting me open the blind box now?"

The little girl called out tenderly, "Husband?"

She was still wearing the red rose dress she had worn to the dinner party, and it was hard to imagine Jiang Ruoli wearing the dress and making sobering tea for him in the kitchen.

A warm feeling surged into my heart.

Lowering his eyes, the man's gaze fell on the white and tender fingertips and the rose-patterned tie he had specially customized. The contrast between the two colors created a sharp visual stimulation.

A warm current surges along the blood vessels and flows to one place.

"Help me take off my tie."

She blinked her big, bright eyes and decisively untied his tie.

"Can we open the blind box now?"

"Not yet."

"Why... ugh!"

The sober man took advantage of the drunkard's reputation to act like a rogue.

There is an ambiguous factor mixed in the air, and in the heated living room, it is bewitched, constantly fermenting, and overflowing in strands.

There is a fresh taste of apple and orange between the lips and teeth, and the remaining aroma of wine has long disappeared. I pry open the soft lips and let in the air.

In the exchange of love, the sweetness caused by excessive addition of honey gradually dissipated.

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