Addicted to kissing his wife, Mr. Ji is no longer evil

food street.

Qingyue came back from queuing in front of a small stall, holding a box of things, and pushed it in front of Shengyanzhou: "Smell it, does it smell good?"

Sheng Yanzhou felt the stench so strong that he almost fainted.

"What the hell is this?"

His face was full of disgust and he immediately took several steps back.

“Stinky tofu smells bad but tastes delicious!”

Qingyue picked up a piece with a bamboo stick and brought it to Shengyanzhou, "Open your mouth, ah——"

"No."

Sheng Yanzhou turned his head and refused, "I would rather work overtime for a month than eat this."

"Tsk, that's tasteless."

Qingyue hummed and ate a piece happily.

Sheng Yanzhou looked at her in disbelief, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, and finally remained silent.

They ate as they walked. Of course, Qingyue was the main eater. Shengyanzhou was full of disgust for these snacks and was unwilling to taste a single bite.

There was only lamb skewers, and Qingyue pretended to be angry before he reluctantly took a bite.

Then he nodded falsely and praised: "It's delicious."

As they walked along the way, countless people cast their eyes towards Shengyanzhou.

Qingyue sighed, she had indeed miscalculated. Even though he changed into casual clothes, his looks and figure were still there, and he still stood out from the crowd.

At this time, she saw a stall selling rice wine.

She took a deep sniff and her eyes lit up: "It smells so good. The alcohol content of the rice wine is not high. I shouldn't get drunk, right?"

After buying a cup, Qingyue took a sip and said, "So sweet!"

Then he drank the whole cup happily.

The stall owner said, "Little girl, although the alcohol content of this rice wine is not high, it can easily make you drunk if you drink too much."

Qingyue felt good about herself and bought another cup.

After leaving the rice wine stall, they wandered around again, and Qingyue felt that her steps were becoming increasingly weak.

Sheng Yanzhou looked down at her: "You are drunk."

"I'm not drunk."

Qingyue looked up, a blush on her cheeks.

Sheng Yanzhou glanced at her drunken face and sneered, "I wish your alcohol tolerance could be as good as your tough talk."

"I'm really not drunk."

She pointed to a couple not far away and said, "Look, their baby is so cute, wearing a white tutu!"

Sheng Yanzhou gnashed his teeth and said, "They are holding a dog!"

After saying that, he picked up Qingyue and took her home.

In the car, Qingyue was still trying hard to prove that she was not drunk. She lay in Shengyanzhou's arms, pointed at his face and said, "This is the eye, this is the eyebrow, this is the mouth..."

Sheng Yanzhou watched her go crazy with an expressionless face, and he also had to pay attention to protect her to prevent her from falling.

Zhao Duo and A Yao were both silent.

No, can I even tolerate this?

After sending Sheng Yanzhou home, A Yao scratched his head and said to Zhao Duo, "Old Zhao, I have never seen my master be so patient with anyone. Today's master makes me feel so strange."

“That’s the magic of love.”

Zhao Duo laughed.

"It turns out that love can make people so tolerant, so what else is there for it?"

A Yao asked curiously.

“Of course, there is another big role.”

Zhao Duo hooked his finger, and A Yao couldn't wait to come over to listen to the truth.

Zhao Duo said word by word: "The greatest function of love is to make you help me wash my stinky socks for a year."

Just as A Yao reacted, Zhao Duo ran away.

He waved his fist in anger: "Just wait for me, you bastard!"

**

Sheng Yanzhou put Qingyue on the bed.

Just as he was about to stand up, Qingyue suddenly grabbed his neck.

"Yanzhou..."

Her eyes were blurry with drunkenness, and there was a faint, sweet smell of alcohol when she spoke.

Sheng Yanzhou's eyes suddenly turned dark, and his Adam's apple rolled violently: "Yue'er, let go."

"Don't let it go."

Qingyue laughed, suddenly turned over and held Shengyanzhou down.

Sheng Yanzhou was completely frozen, but the woman refused to let him go, her small hands moving across his chest and waist.

"Qingyue!"

Sheng Yanzhou's handsome face instantly turned red and he roared through gritted teeth.

"Yanzhou, do you want to..."

Qingyue slowly approached him, her lips getting closer to his face.

Sheng Yanzhou's breathing stagnated, and his voice was hoarse: "Are you sure?"

"Ah."

Qingyue nodded.

Sheng Yanzhou hesitated for a moment and was about to raise his hands to hold her waist, but Qingyue swayed and fell into his arms.

Sheng Yanzhou was stunned and reached out to push her: "Hey!"

Qingyue closed her eyes, breathed evenly, and had no reaction at all.

Fell asleep?

Sheng Yanzhou gritted his teeth, this is just a flirting but irresponsible woman!

Putting her down, Sheng Yanzhou quickly rushed into the bathroom.

the next day.

Qingyue lazily turned over, opened her eyes and said, "Hey, why am I here?"

Turning his head to look to the side, he happened to see Sheng Yanzhou's handsome face.

He hasn't woken up yet, so I can carefully appreciate his handsome face. His eyebrows are deep, his nose is high, and his eyes are covered with long eyelashes. He looks inexplicably obedient.

Qingyue couldn't help but touch his eyelashes.

Sheng Yanzhou frowned and opened his eyes. After a few seconds, the sleepiness in his eyes dissipated, and then he said unhappily: "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Yeah, very good."

Qingyue nodded and blinked, "You didn't take advantage of me, did you?"

"Haha, there is indeed one of us who wants to take advantage of others."

Sheng Yanzhou sat up and was about to speak when he suddenly sneezed several times in succession.

"Why did you catch a cold?"

Qingyue could tell that his voice had a slightly nasal quality.

Sheng Yanzhou rubbed his nose and glanced at the bathroom, "Do you know how many cold showers I took last night?"

Qingyue understood instantly and snorted, "Who told you to let your imagination run wild?"

"Isn't it because someone is touching me randomly?"

Sheng Yanzhou raised his hand and pinched her face.

Qingyue gave in: "Okay, I'll cook seafood porridge for you, okay?"

Sheng Yanzhou's expression immediately softened, "You have a conscience."

Afterwards, Sheng Yanzhou went to work and Qingyue returned to school for classes.

Fortunately, there were not many classes in the afternoon, so she left school early, went to the supermarket to buy seafood, went home to cook a full casserole of seafood porridge, and then brought it to Shengshi Group.

Maybe Zhao Duo greeted the front desk.

Every time she came, the front desk clerk would greet her with a smile and help her swipe the elevator card to the top floor.

When I walked to the top floor, I found that Zhao Duo and A Yao were not there.

I entered the president's office and found that there was no one in the office.

As she was looking around, a deep and magnetic voice came from behind her: "You will easily be mistaken for a thief by A Yao if you do this."

Qingyue turned around and saw Sheng Yanzhou in a neat black suit, holding a document in one hand and putting the other hand in his pocket, smiling at her.

"How can a thief come to your door and give you something?"

Qingyue snorted and walked towards the sofa, "Are you hungry? Have some porridge."

Sheng Yanzhou put down the documents, walked over obediently, and watched Qingyue serve him a bowl of porridge.

Sheng Yanzhou took a sip and nodded: "Not bad."

"Don't you think my seafood porridge tastes better than others?"

Qingyue asked.

Sheng Yanzhou raised an eyebrow at her.

Qingyue continued: "Because I added a special seasoning, guess what it is?"

Shengyanzhou raised her eyes slightly: "What is it?"

"It's love, idiot!"

Qingyue smiled and said, "That's how it's played in cartoons. How come you can't even answer this?"

Sheng Yanzhou stared at her, his deep, narrow eyes narrowed: "Can you please stop tempting me while I'm eating?"

Qingyue was a little confused, "How can there be any temptation? It's just a joke."

Sheng Yanzhou put his arm around her waist, let her sit in his arms, and stuffed the bowl into her hands: "Feed me."