Ling Fei shrunk into the sofa and wrapped in a sofa cover, still the kind of high-end cover with lace edges, and looked at Song Tianmo in a daze.

Cook?

Song Shao?

Does Song Shao really know how to cook?

Looking at Song Tianmo suspiciously, Ling Fei unconsciously said the doubts in her heart.

Song Tianmo felt that she was too stunned, her little head was slightly tilted, her pink red lips were slightly open, and her dark eyes were even brighter because of doubts, as if she could speak by herself...... My heart was itching, and I couldn't help but lean over ambiguously, pinched her face, and chuckled: "I underestimate your husband and me, right?" ”

Ling Fei slapped his hand away and snorted: "Do you know how to cook, it's not just talking...... Are you sure that what you're making won't poison people? Let's go out and eat! I'm really hungry. ”

Ling Fei was about to get up with the sofa towel on her body, she was really hungry, and if she stayed any longer, with Song Tianmo's appearance that she didn't seem to be completely satisfied, she would definitely be even hungrier for a while, and it was better to take the opportunity to leave early.

"Poisoning people? You think it's all you can't do, you can make it yourself, and you can still eat yourself into gastroenteritis? Song Tianmo hooked her lips playfully, and didn't let her get up, pressed her hands together, pressed Ling Fei on the sofa again, and gently patted her buttocks: "Stay here, watch carefully, and see if your husband can cook!" ”

In order not to leak the spring light, Ling Fei wrapped herself tightly with a sofa towel at this time, like a silkworm chrysalis.

It's just that the fabric of the sofa towel is too high-end, and the weather is gradually getting hot at this time, and the cover is not thick.

Compared with the naked appearance just now, there is a different kind of temptation.

If it weren't for the worry that Ling Fei would be angry again, Song Tianmo would have just patted her buttocks, and would have swooped down to wipe her clean.

Song Shao is well aware of the truth that he can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

And Ling Fei is different from other women, other women are crying and shouting to let him go to him, he is not interested, but to Ling Fei, he can only coax and offer, following the thoughts of this little ancestor.

Serve her well, he has a night to do tonight, doesn't he? Even if you don't have a night, how can you indulge half a night?

Song Tianmo, who figured out the key to this, happily took his eyes off Ling Fei, lifted his feet to the ground, put on his pants and stepped into the kitchen.

Ling Fei stared at his back, his eyes were even more stunned, really? I don't know what he can make. Shrugging her shoulders, Ling Fei didn't have much expectation in her heart.

Song Tianmo's clothes were thrown on the ground except for the suit jacket, and the shirt inside was worn all the time, and the two buttons on his chest broke away at some point, revealing most of his chest.

The injury on his left arm, Ling Fei had deliberately paid attention to before, but unfortunately Song Tianmo only cared about tossing her fiercely, and he didn't take off his clothes...... She couldn't see the wound, but she could feel that his arm was still wrapped in thick gauze.

It's been more than a week, and the gauze hasn't been untied yet, thinking that the injury on Song Tianmo's arm should not be light, but after the fight with Chu Luo, I'm afraid that it will be even more injured.

Ling Fei was lying on the sofa, and she could just see the scene in the kitchen, not to mention, Song Tianmo was quite decent with a knife, but he didn't know what it tasted like.

Ling Fei, who originally had no expectations in her heart, became curious.

Thinking that Song Tianmo couldn't get it right for a while, Ling Fei took advantage of his inattention, wrapped himself in a sofa cover, picked up the messy clothes on the ground, and prepared to go upstairs to clean up.