I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

She rubbed her forehead and sat on the bed for a while, then slowly turned over and got out of the bed, and then went to wash.

After washing well, she walked out of the bedroom to find Mo Yesi.

As soon as I walked out of the bedroom, I smelled a fragrance in the kitchen.

The kitchen door was half hidden.

Qiao Mianmian walked past with light steps, stopped at the door, and glanced into the kitchen.

Then, he saw Mo Yesi holding his sleeves and wearing an apron, even cooking in the kitchen.

Qiao Mianmian's eyes widened in surprise, trance thought she was wrong.

In the kitchen, the man wore a white shirt with his sleeves pulled to his elbows, a pink apron, and a spatula in his hand, frying.

There is also a pot on the stove.

Grumbling in the pan with steaming heat.

Qiao stood stunned at the door for a while, and after a while, he recovered and pushed open the kitchen door and walked in.

"Mo Yesi, are you... making breakfast?" Qiao Mianmian walked in and saw another porridge boiled in the pot.

And Mo Yesi is frying, is a fried egg.

He apparently rarely goes into the kitchen and has little experience in cooking.

So the fried egg in the pot was a little bit burnt.

But this is actually very good for someone who hasn't done much in the kitchen.

"You're awake." Mo Yesi heard her voice, turned her head to look at her, and released a hand to gently squeeze on her cheek. "I boiled the porridge and fried a few eggs. The milk is warmed up. You wait a few minutes and it will be ready soon."

Qiao Mianmian looked at him stunnedly: "Will you still cook?"

"No meeting." Mo Yesi said honestly. "Just learned. Some simple ones should be okay. Some more complicated ones may take more time to learn."

"How do you remember cooking your own breakfast?"

"You were drunk last night." The man's deep black eyes looked at her with a soft voice. "Get up early and drink some porridge to make your stomach more comfortable."

"So, you made this breakfast specially for me?"

"Ok."

Qiao Mianmian warmed in his heart, thinking of this man who had been raised since he was a child, and his fingerless man who was not exposed to Yang Chunshui was willing to do these things for herself. She couldn't help but plunge into his arms to hug him.

She moved: "Thank you husband!"

Mo Yeji lifted her lips and reached out to gently push her away: "The smell of oily smoke on my body, don't hold me. Say thanks to your husband, thank you, you are my wife, I should take care of what you should not do? "

"I can't do enough for you now, but I can do it for you. I will do it for you."

"Husband..."

Qiao Mianmian's tears moved.

Mo Yesi licked his lips and looked at her with pampering and tenderness: "Well, if I feel moved, I will call my husband twice more. I like to listen."

"Why are you so good to me?" Qiao Mianmian bit her lips gently, "I don't know what I can do."

"Stupid or not stupid." Mo Yeji squeezed gently on her cheek again, and laughed, "You are my wife, I am not good to you, I am good to anyone. Everything I do to you is Because you deserve it."

"When it comes to He De He Neng, then how can I find you such a good wife?"

When he said this, Qiao Mianmian was even more moved.

Mo Yesi is really a man...

With a man like him, which woman will not fall.