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

After looking for a while, he suddenly walked in and stood behind her.

He whispered, "Don't move."

Ai Fei was stirring the noodles in the pot, but when she heard this, she really stopped moving.

Ling Ye raised his hand, picked up the few naughty fallen hairs, and helped her tie them back into the bun.

Well, it’s refreshing and clean.

Finally comfortable!

Ai Fei asked: "What's wrong?"

Ling Ye said, "It's okay. It was just a little bug. I helped you get rid of it."

Ai Fei turned her head and smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Ling."

Ling Ye looked at the smiling face under the lamp.

She has red lips, white teeth, curved eyebrows and eyes, and is as sweet as the dewy pear blossoms that have just bloomed on the branches.

My heart suddenly trembled.

He looked away, his face tense: "No need to thank me!"

He put his hands behind his back, turned around, and walked out in a haughty manner.

Ai Fei cooked two bowls of wonton noodles and took out two bottles of peach blossom wine she brewed herself.

Ask the man in front of you: "Would you like to drink?"

Ling Ye looked at her: "Why do you want to drink?"

Ai Fei smiled: "Happy!"

Ling Ye raised an eyebrow: "Because I met my destined person?"

Ai Fei opened the peach blossom wine, took a sip, and a refreshing and sweet feeling spread throughout her body.

Wanmei said, "You're right, Mr. Ling is really smart."

Ling Ye: "..."

Isn’t “ice-cold intelligence” used to describe women?

"Don't drink!"

He is not the destined one!

Ai Fei took another sip, enjoying the cool and sweet feeling between her teeth.

"Well, Mr. Ling is a good family man. You can tell at first glance that he is not someone who drinks easily."

Ling Ye: "..."

This woman, was her Chinese language taught by a physical education teacher? She uses random words!

Looking at her, he said coldly, "Miss Ai, don't talk when you eat or when you sleep."

"Well, Mr. Ling is right."

Ai Fei smiled, took another sip of fruit wine, and started eating wontons with a spoon.

While eating wontons, you can drink a few sips of fruit wine from time to time. The fruit wine and wontons have a unique flavor.

Unfortunately, it was too late and I didn’t make any fried chicken. Otherwise, the fried chicken would have been more delicious with the cold fruit wine.

Ling Ye just looked at her like this, taking a bite of wonton and a sip of fruit wine, and drank both bottles of fruit wine.

After Ai Fei finished eating and drinking, not only did she feel full, but she also felt a little smoky.

It’s not that she can’t drink much, but she was very happy to bring back her grandmother’s guqin, and she felt a little happy.

The hot wonton noodles gave her pretty face a faint pink hue, and she looked as fresh and beautiful as a tender peach.

She put down her chopsticks, her eyes curved as she said, "Please clean up, Mr. Ling. Good night."

As he spoke, he stood up and walked slowly upstairs, dragging his long, slender legs.

The whole person seemed to be half a beat slower than usual.

He even kicked the stairs on the way, causing his body to sway slightly.

Ling Ye's heart tightened when he saw this.

He didn't bother to clean up anymore. He took two steps over and stood behind her, ready to catch her at any time. He said in a low voice, "Slow down."

It's funny that someone who gets drunk after drinking two bottles of fruit wine dares to imitate others in drinking!

When Ai Fei heard his voice, she stopped and turned her head.

Because he was tall, I was suddenly at eye level with him even though we were a step apart.

He had just showered, and his body had the familiar, rich peach scent that she was familiar with.

What should I do? He smells so good!

I really want to take a bite!

She raised her hands, supported his shoulders, looked into his deep black eyes, and asked seriously: "Mr. Ling, I really want to eat you, can I?"

Ling Ye: "..."

It took me a moment to realize what she said, and my heart stopped beating.

My first reaction was not anger, but a bit of anticipation and joy.

Maybe it was because there was a faint smell of alcohol in the air, he felt a little drunk.

Not only did he not push her away, but he moved a little closer.

Facing her burning gaze, he said in a low voice...