bdsm-fiction Chapter 143
Chapter 143
People are sometimes slut, when lying in bed, Si Shaochen is not sleepy, as soon as he touches the bed, he is awake, and when he is standing, he is sleepy, he turns over and over and can't sleep, simply get up and go to the dining room to see what Yan Qingmo is doing.
As soon as I got there, I saw people standing in rows outside the door.
"Wang Ye, what's wrong? I haven't cooked for many years, and I have to do it myself because I want to drive us all out on a whim.
"You people don't understand." One of the older-looking women said, "My family too, when you coaxed me, you knew you were going to cook for me, and you didn't allow anyone else to look at it." Everyone
showed such an expression.
"I said, Wang Ye doesn't need us to start a hand, in the past, when cooking, we would let us pick all the ingredients, but this time we did it ourselves."
"If only I could find someone like Wang Ye like Madame to spend my life with." One of the maids complained.
"I'm different, I want someone like Madame, who can read feng shui and draw pictures, and Wang Ye is very happy with Madame every day." If you have someone around you who makes you happy all the time, you steal the fun.
Si Shaochen hid behind the pillar, listening to the chats of the people below, and sure enough, everyone was gossipy, especially about his master.
"Hmph, it's just a bit of a gesture, and he followed the prince before, who knows-" The man was interrupted by everyone in the middle of his words.
"You are envious of them! Wang Ye and Madame have a good relationship, and it's not your turn to talk about it.
The man just snorted coldly, and then turned his head to do his own thing. Si Shaochen had no impression of this person, but this person also showed obvious results.
It seems that Yan Qingmo has many admirers in the mansion, and even the next person likes it, but the person is already his, and these people can only think about it.
Si Shaochen coughed lightly and turned out of the corridor.
When everyone saw him, they saluted.
Si Shaochen nodded and prepared to step into the kitchen. Just now, the man stopped Si Shaochen: "Wang Ye said, no one is allowed to enter."
Si Shaochen glanced at him lightly, but he had a clear eyebrow, and he looked quite clever, but his malice towards him was greater.
He nodded: "I see."
Si Shaochen took a few steps back, and he shouted loudly towards the door, "Yan Qingmo! Yan
Qingmo heard Si Shaochen's voice, and before he had time to wash his hands, he put down the knife and walked out. Seeing Si Shaochen at the door, he walked over with a smile.
"Isn't it time to rest? How did it get up? Didn't sleep well?
"Can't sleep, come and see." Si Shaochen asked politely, "Can I go in?" Rajah.
Yan Qingmo was stunned, and then smiled: "Come in, don't move the knife."
Si Shaochen wanted to take
Yan Qingmo's hand, Yan Qingmo gently dodged: "I didn't wash my hands, there is oil on my hands..." Si Shaochen had already squeezed Yan Qingmo's hand without hesitation, and shook the oil in one hand, and he frowned: "Why don't you come out without washing your hands?" Don't know if I like to hold you?
"When I hear the sound, it comes out."
Si Shaochen suddenly threw away Yan Qingmo's hand, and he rubbed his hand on Yan Qingmo's clothes in disgust, not caring how expensive clothes they were.
Yan Qingmo looked at him dotingly, and let him wipe his hands on his favorite clothes.
"You-"
Just now that Jiading just said one word, Yan Qingmo turned his head and glanced at him lightly, and he immediately lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
Si Shaochen noticed Yan Qingmo's movements, and he snorted a few times. It wasn't because Yan Qingmo didn't hold hands because he had oil on his hands, but he suddenly realized just now that he was still in the cold war with Yan Qingmo, how could people in the cold war hold hands! He is still angry, he can't just be so cheap Yan Qingmo.
So, Si Shaochen swaggered into the dining room, looking at the neatly placed ingredients, he found a place to sit.
Yan Qingmo washed his hands, took a clean handkerchief and dipped it in water, carefully wiping Si Shaochen's fingers.
After wiping it, he held Si Shaochen's hand and did not let go, Si Shaochen's fingers were slender and white, obviously he was not short, it was difficult for him to grow a pair of little girl's hands. The fingers are fine white and white, and the bone joints are not obvious, which is better than the girl's hands.
Yan Qingmo grabbed Si Shaochen's hand and dropped a kiss on it, and said softly in a magnetic voice: "Just wait a little longer."
Si Shaochen withdrew his hand: "Why are you, don't be blind, I'm still angry."
Si Shaochen sat on the chair, much shorter than him, Yan Qingmo stood up and bent down, choking on the chattering lips.
Just kissed shallowly for a while, Yan Qingmo let go, Si Shaochen licked his lips, did not refuse or accept, just looked at him like this.
Yan Qingmo smiled helplessly: "Is there anything special you want to eat?"
"Yes, I won't tell you, if I am not satisfied, I will not accept it." Si Shaochen waved his hand, "Go quickly, I'm hungry." After
Yan Qingmo processed the ingredients, he called the maid to come in and make a fire. The long body stood in front of the stove, and the hands holding knives and guns were holding green ingredients, testing the temperature.
His movements are clean and neat, stir-frying, which has the appearance of human fireworks, and Yan Qingmo also has a different charm when he does it.
Si Shaochen stared at Yan Qingmo and couldn't help but think, this man is his, and no one can take it away.
Just appreciating Yan Qingmo's beauty, Si Shaochen had already forgotten about being hungry.
The stir-fried dish was brought to one side, and the other side was boiling soup, Yan Qingmo picked up a green vegetable, blew it cold and handed it to Si Shaochen's mouth.
Then stared at Si Shaochen tightly with a pair of black eyes full of hope, Si Shaochen was a little dry under such a hot gaze, and he coughed lightly: "Cough - barely okay." In
fact, it is very suitable for his appetite, Yan Qingmo deserves to be the person who knows him best, but he has not forgotten that the two are still in the cold war this time.
"Then try this again."
Si Shaochen opened his mouth and took a bite, eating several dishes in one go, and he frowned: "If this continues, I will be full here." "
Have some soup." Yan Qingmo turned a deaf ear, his morning was hungry for so long, and he didn't have to wait for the table to eat again. Besides, he fed it with his own hands, and where to eat is not to eat.