Married to a wealthy family by mistake, the uncle spoiled her

Ai Fei greeted him as if nothing had happened: "Mr. Ling, are you still awake?"

Ling Ye took a look at her, taking in everything she saw.

Well, it's normal!

He said calmly: "Didn't Miss Ai say that she wanted to make a midnight snack? I'll eat before going to bed."

Ai Fei: “…”

"Then Mr. Ling will wait."

He stepped into the kitchen.

Ling Ye stood up and followed in: "Do you need help?"

Ai Fei took out the pre-wrapped wontons from the refrigerator and said, "No need, just cook some wontons, it's very simple."

"Ah."

Ling Ye leaned against the door with his tall and graceful figure, just watching her cook wontons.

Very simple steps.

But the woman's every move and gesture had a kind of lazy and freehand style, like flowing water, which looked very pleasing to the eye.

When she cooks, it’s not like she’s cooking; it’s like she’s enjoying herself, having fun.

So much so that people who watch her also enjoy it.

One person was busy inside, and the other was leaning against the door watching. The warm yellow light shone on their heads, and the room was quiet.

Only the steam was bubbling out of the white jade porcelain pot, gradually bringing out the rich aroma of wontons.

Ai Fei cooked two bowls of wontons in clear soup with a little chopped green onions floating on top.

There is a hint of green in the white jade, which looks very beautiful.

Late at night, when everyone was asleep, the two of them sat opposite each other, quietly eating the delicious and chewy wontons. They felt all the fatigue of the day swept away, and were filled with warmth and satisfaction.

Ling Ye suddenly understood the meaning of the three words "fireworks and atmosphere".

He finished eating first, and because he had to wait for the dishes to be cleared, he sat there and watched her eat.

Ai Fei held a spoon in one hand and put wontons into her mouth, while with the other hand her fingers were flying on her mobile phone, playing a music game.

Her fingers are white and slender, and as flexible as a blooming flower.

Ling Ye looked at her intently, and suddenly realized that she could always do two things at once, and she liked to do two things at once.

After Ai Fei scooped up the wontons in the bowl, she naturally reached out for a tissue. Seeing that she had finished eating, Ling Ye also reached out to help her get the tissue.

As soon as he placed his hand on the tissue, Ai Fei's hand reached out and the two hands touched each other.

Ai Fei was stunned for a moment, then slowly raised her eyes from the musical note game.

Seeing myself touching the man's beautiful hands...

He took it back as if nothing had happened: "Sorry."

Ling Ye was caught off guard by a white and tender little hand. His whole body froze for a moment, and a trembling electric shock sensation spread from the back of his hand to the tip of his heart.

Because this feeling was so unfamiliar, his back straightened instantly, and his ears seemed to be burning.

Look at the woman in front of me...

He was so calm as if he was touching a stone, without any reaction at all.

I feel unbalanced.

He looked at her with eyes as dark as ink: "If apologizing is useful, why do we need the police?"

Ai Fei: “…”

After looking at him for a while, she suddenly stretched out her hand and said, "How about I touch it back for you?"

Ling Ye: "..."

What is this idea for solving the problem?

He leaned back and said lazily, "Miss Ai, men and women should not touch each other."

Ai Fei suddenly curled her lips and smiled: "Well, men and women should not touch each other. I touched Mr. Ling, so I should be responsible.

From now on, Mr. Ling is mine. From now on, I will be responsible for making money to support the family, and Mr. Ling will be responsible for looking beautiful. How about it?"

Ling Ye: "..."

The black eyes were like the deep sea for a moment.

"Miss Ai likes to take responsibility for everyone. I wonder if Miss Ai took responsibility for the man who sang so affectionately for her in the western restaurant?"

Well, I finally asked the question that I had been holding back all night.

Ai Feiwei paused for a moment, as if she had just remembered what happened in the afternoon.

She smiled and said, "That's not something I'm responsible for every man. I'm only responsible for men who are as beautiful as flowers."

Ling Ye: "..."