After amnesia, he mistook his nemesis for an old attack

The warm and fragrant nephrite was in his arms, and the familiar fragrance of shower gel lingered in his nose, and Lu Zhihuai could see the appearance of the person in his arms as soon as he lowered his head.

There are two touches of blush on the white and flawless face, a pair of beautiful eyes that are as clear as water, innocent and pure, and the slightly pursed lips are light in color, making people unable to help but want to kiss them.

It simply brought the charming and charming fishing without knowing it to the extreme.

Lu Zhihuai suddenly felt that the delicate skin pinched by his waist was hot, and he couldn't help letting go, cursing himself impulsively.

Does he talk too much and is he handsome compared to others?He also asked Xiao Jingran jealously.

It's over, Xiao Jingran doesn't think he's jealous, does he?

He doesn't think he's interested in him, does he?

The more Lu Zhihuai thought about it, the more frightening he became, the hand around his waist was loosened a little bit without a trace, and he hurriedly tried to find an excuse in his mind to divert this embarrassing topic.

But he didn't expect that just as he took a step back, the beauty took the initiative to entangle her.

"Brother Zhihuai." A pair of small arms wrapped around his neck, bringing the distance between the two closer.

Xiao Jingran raised his head, his glazed eyes looked at him without blinking, "Are you jealous?"

Lu Zhihuai: "..."

I ain't I don't!

Your illusion!

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you would be unhappy." Someone apologized in a soft voice, the soft voice was like a feather gently scratching, and it made people's heart itch.

She rubbed against his arms again, and said seriously: "Actually, you don't have to compare yourself with anyone. In my heart, you are the best, the best, and the most handsome!"

A pair of star eyes also followed the trend, and made the ultimate confession: "Husband, I love you."

Mr. Lu felt that someone had shot him in the heart, and his heartbeat was like a motor, and his whole body became erratic.

I was really moved by the true confession of my rival.

He looked at the face that was so close in front of him, thinking how this small mouth could speak so well, it seemed like a perfect fit.

I really want to kiss it, to taste whether it is really as sweet as I imagined.

As if seeing through his thoughts, someone turned his face closer: "Husband Tie Tie."

Lu Zhihuai's heart moved slightly, and he hesitated to kiss him on the cheek.

I didn't expect to be rejected by someone.

"It's a sticker, not a kiss!" The little ancestor frowned unhappily, and pushed away the big head next to him.

Lu Zhihuai who was pushed away was at a loss: So what is a sticker?

The little ancestor sighed resentfully, put his arms around his neck and brought his face closer - rubbing against his cheek lightly.

"Come on, change the side." After the little ancestor put it on, he turned his neck from the left cheek to the right cheek, and motioned him to switch sides too.

Lu Zhihuai: "..."

It turns out that this is the legendary sticker!

After pasting both sides, the little ancestor was finally satisfied with the pasting, and kissed him on the side of the lips.

"This is the reward!"

Lu Zhihuai: "..."

He looked at someone whose eyes were warm and caring after secretly kissing him, and a hard part in his heart collapsed unconsciously, like broken ice melting on a glacier, sinking silently into the bottom of the sea.

It's strange... Xiao Jingran's kissing him is not so repulsive now?

Even a little bit thinking... Anti-customer?

Lu Zhihuai was frantically testing the moral borderline of whether to take advantage of his mortal enemy. While thinking that it is not a gentleman's action to take advantage of others, he also felt that Xiao Jingran had taken advantage of him so many times, and he should take it back as a matter of course.

In the end, before the brain was instigated by the excessive hormones to give wrong orders, it ran away sensibly.

"I'm going to take a shower." He got up quickly, pushed away the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms with pain, and ran to the cold bathroom.

Another cold shower.

be strong! TvT;

……

After taking a cold shower, Mr. Lu successfully washed his anger into a cold one, and his hair exuded a coldness that made people shy away.

However, Xiao Jingran wants to crawl over like a koala, wanting to cuddle and cuddle.

"Stop hugging, it's so hot." Lu Zhihuai pushed him away vaguely.

The little ancestor who was pushed away narrowed his mouth, his eyes were red, and he was wronged instantly: "I just want to hug!"

Hmph, let me cry for you!

Lu Zhihuai: "..."

In the end, he spread his hands resignedly and accepted the cruel fact of his humanoid pillow: "Come here."

With a triumphant smile on his face, the little ancestor threw himself into his arms happily, and found a comfortable position to lie down.

"Don't move around!" Lu Zhihuai reminded him.

"Yeah." The little head rubbed against his arms obediently, like a tickle, which made Lu Zhihuai's heart itch.

Tonight...is doomed to sleepless again.

In order to divert his attention and make his mind less disturbed, Lu Zhihuai glanced at the person in his arms, and suddenly said: "I haven't told you a bedtime story last night, do you want to tell one today?"

"Okay!" The person in his arms continued to nod obediently.

Then I spent 5 minutes listening to him tell a story about a little fox who was accidentally blown up while cooking in the kitchen and was seriously injured, sent to the hospital and almost died.

After listening to the story, Xiao Jingran fell silent.

Mr. Lu did not forget to conclude earnestly: "The kitchen is dangerous, so don't go there in the future."

The little ancestor in his arms pursed his mouth, and there were faint tears in his eyes: "You despise me..."

Spotted?

Did he make it so obvious?

Forget it, he didn't admit it.

"I didn't dislike you, I was afraid that you would be hurt." Lu Zhihuai put his arms around the person in his arms and explained affectionately, "If you accidentally hurt somewhere, I will feel bad."

Not only distressed, but also headaches and stomach pains.

The headache is from the thought of eating Xiao Jingran's cooking, and the stomachache is from eating his cooking...

When he said this, the little ancestor fell back into his arms sullenly.

"Hey, go to sleep." Lu Zhihuai lightly rubbed the soft hair on top of his head, like comforting an unhappy puppet cat.

The kitten raised a pair of sparkling eyes, and said in a low voice, "Take a stick."

Boss Lu, who couldn't resist his coquettish skills at all, hugged him, imitating Xiao Jingran in the morning, and rubbed against his cheek.

"More." Someone lied in a soft voice.

Lu Zhihuai suppressed the darkness in his eyes, and refused in a hoarse voice: "No more."

Don't post it, it will catch fire if you post it again.

Then she pressed her lips lightly to his forehead, and kissed him lightly: "Sleep."

"Good night husband."

"Good night--"

……

That night, Boss Lu, with the beauty in his arms, tossed and turned again.

I got out of bed in the dark and took a cold shower before finishing.

After taking a shower, I felt that my whole body was frozen into an ice sculpture, and I went to bed and hugged my wife tremblingly to keep warm.

The person in his arms slept soundly and peacefully, with long eyelashes covering his eyelids, his soft face was dyed with a thin layer of red, and he looked cute and attractive.

Who would refuse to sleep with a fragrant and soft beautiful wife?

I can't refuse it at all!

Mr. Lu suppressed the dryness in his heart, put his arms around his sweet and soft cheap wife and forcibly hypnotized himself: sleep, sleep, sleep!

I was so angry that I kept hypnotizing me until the middle of the night before I fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes the next day, my arms were empty.

Going downstairs with a circle of crows under his eyes, he ran into a "virtuous wife" busy in an apron on the Nakajima stage.

He should have known that bedtime stories were useless.

Mr. Lu, who resigned to his fate, sighed melancholy.

The little wife who got up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for him heard the movement, raised her head and greeted him energetically: "Good morning, husband!"

"Good morning treasure..." Lu Zhihuai suddenly stopped speaking halfway, and his expression became indescribable.

Who are you?

The face of the person in front of him was covered with several spots of white flour, the forehead, the tip of the nose, the sides of the lips, even the eyebrows and eyelashes were not spared, only a pair of beautiful clear eyes could still see.

Lu Zhihuai approached a few steps, and asked angrily and amusingly: "You don't know how to use flour as a foundation?"

Being teased like this, the person in front of him gave him a fierce look: "That's not it!"

"I'm kneading the dough and I'm making you breakfast!" After finishing speaking, he raised his hand angrily and wiped his face, but the result became more and more messy, as if a face that should have been beautiful like a flower had been painted on the wall. Lu Zhihuai couldn't laugh or cry.

Now he knows how Xiao Jingran got this face.

"Then your dough is ready?" Lu Zhihuai smiled, teasing him, "I'm hungry."

"Not yet." Chef Xiao, a future rising star in the culinary world, pointed at the oven next to him with great momentum, "But I made something else, you can eat that first!"

Lu Zhihuai raised his eyebrows, walked to the oven, and took out the contents.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help being shocked by the scene in front of him.

"You make...egg tarts?" After holding back for a long time, a word came out.

"Yeah, yeah!" A certain person with flour on his face leaned over joyfully, "How is it? I followed the video, so there shouldn't be any problems... right?"

The two stared at the black lumps in front of them, and fell silent.

Reminiscent of the caramelized pork ribs before, Mr. Lu's eyes lit up, and he immediately drew inferences: "I see, these are your newly invented caramel-flavored egg tarts!"

"Uh..." Xiao Jingran glanced at him with a blushing face, and whispered with his fingers, "These are... burnt egg tarts."

"Sorry, I seem to have made a mistake... turned the oven on too high."

Lu Zhihuai: "..."

The author says:

Mr. Lu: How could my wife be wrong?If it's wrong, it's the fault of the oven, butler, throw away this immature oven and replace it with an oven that can adjust the temperature by itself!