Hearing Nangong Yan's analysis, Xiao Tianming laughed in his heart: "Xiao Yishi is not suitable for the time being, let's not talk about it for the time being." But marrying Murong Xuan back as a wife is definitely a great thing. Putting aside Murong Xuan's terrible face, not to mention the ecstatic figure, taking Murong Xuan's cooking skills as an example, it can definitely be regarded as the best. Although he had eaten the breakfast made by Murong Xuan for more than a month, he didn't feel tired of eating it at all. Because Murong Xuan was angry with himself for the matter of Lushan, he missed it very much if he hadn't eaten in the past two days. ”

Although Xiao Tianming thought so in his heart, he didn't dare to say this to Nangong Yan. Nangong Yan repeatedly told herself to keep her distance from Murong Xuan, if she knew that she was living with Murong Xuan, she would not have to kick herself out of the car on the spot.

"What do you think? Laughing so happily. Nangong Yan noticed the smile on Xiao Tianming's face, and couldn't help but sneer.

"Cousin, how do you know that Xiao Yi is better at being a wife than Murong Xuan?" Xiao Tianming asked Nangong Yan with a smile.

"Nonsense! Do you still think about this? At first glance, Xiaoyi is a diligent person who can take care of housework. Nangong Yan glared and said angrily.

"Xiaoyi can take care of housework, so it can't be said that Murong Xuan can't do housework, right?" Cousin, should you be that you don't know how to do housework, Murong Xuan is as famous as you, so you say that people can't do housework, right?" Xiao Tianming smiled slyly and asked tentatively.

Although Nangong Yan was stunned by Xiao Tianming's sudden question, she quickly smiled again: "Even if you like her the most, then you don't have to send my army to speak for Murong Xuan, right? To tell you the truth, I just don't know how to do housework." But I don't care. I don't believe it, because I can't cook, no one wants laundry. Some people are born to be held, served, and cared for. It's a coincidence to tell you that my cousin and I are such a person. Are you envious, jealous, or hateful?"

Xiao Tianming didn't expect that Nangong Yan, who had always spoken and behaved decently, would actually play the little girl's scoundrel with her mouth cocked. But even so, Xiao Tianming replied very calmly: "I just deeply sympathize, deeply sympathize for my future cousin-in-law." ”

"Come on, if a man marries a beautiful and profitable wife like me, he will wake up laughing in his dreams, and he will need your sympathy from the sidelines. I think it's true that you're jealous of him. Nangong Yan praised herself without blushing and without a heartbeat.

Xiao Tianming wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and for a while, he didn't know how to answer Nangong Yan. However, this was only the beginning, Nangong Yan's next words made Xiao Tianming sweat profusely, and suddenly became a mute who couldn't speak.

"Actually, you only have jealousy. Who made you my cousin, I am your cousin?" Nangong Yan continued, "If you are not a cousin, I can also give you a chance to chase me, my dear cousin." ”

There are two flowers, one on each branch. When Xiao Tianming was scorched by Nangong Yan's words, Murong Xuan stood alone in front of his Xiaoxuan window, looking at the black clouds that were approaching in the blink of an eye, listening to the rumbling thunder, and thinking about the little thing between her and Xiao Tianming.