Master Ou’s Surrogate Ex-wife

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Yao Yiyi said: "Mr. Ou, I am very happy now. Really, even if I am dreaming, I entreat you to let my dream last longer."

Ou Qingheng put the washed dishes in the basin and said, "I'm thinking about it again. If you like the dishes I made, if you don't work in the future, I will take the time to make them for you. I am your husband. Cooking for you is justified, is it necessary for you to feel that you are dreaming? "

Yao Yiyi, like a child, was behind Ou Qingheng, his face was happy, but his eyes were red.

This kind of desire for home, Ou Qingheng can't feel the sadness in her heart for a moment, maybe one day he will understand, maybe, he won't understand it in his life.

Ou Qingheng's broad chest gave her a great sense of security.

Yao Yiyi still said that: "Zou Ou, I really feel very happy now. This kind of happiness cannot be measured by money."

Ou Qingheng's heart was struck by her words, he did not expect this little woman to be so easily satisfied, just to cook a meal for her, even heard the word happiness from her mouth.

She said that this happiness cannot be measured by money.

This sentence has a great impact on Ou Qingheng. No woman has ever said to him that the happiness they want is actually plain. There is no so-called Ming jewelry, luxury villa sports car, and those women have dealt with him. They are all close with different purposes, some for fame and fortune, some for money, some for stimulation, and some want to enjoy a better material life, and this has been labeled a gold worship female label from the beginning. Woman, but for the meal he cooked for him at this moment, with emotion, she is really happy now.

His heart was filled at once. This feeling was unprecedented in him. Even if He Kexin fell into love, he had never been satisfied.

Ou Qingheng let Yao Yiyi lie down behind him like a koala, and then he kept preparing food.

I have to say that the skill of Ou Qingheng cuisine is extraordinary, the movement of cooking is not fast, the whole picture looks very beautiful and moving.

It looks like a man is cooking for the beloved woman, and then his woman snuggles beside him happily, watching him cook happily.

Such a picture, you do, I eat happily.

What a romantic.

Anyway, all this seems to be romantic in Yao Yiyi's eyes. Even if such romantics were carried out under the smell of smoke, she still felt very happy.

A meal, because of their sweetness, took two hours to cook in the kitchen. It was already half past seven when they came out.

Yao Yiyi didn't know where to take out the candle and said: "It's just getting dark, Mr. Ou doesn't mind accompanying me to a romantic candlelight dinner."

Ou Qingheng spoiled and smiled, said: "Don't you think it is more romantic to eat under the warm light?"

Yao Yiyi rarely played coquettishly for a while: "It ’s romantic to watch a male and female protagonist eating a candlelight dinner in the movie. I thought that my protagonist would also romanticize me with me. Mr. Ou, do you ask for such a small request? Don't agree? "

Ou Qingheng was a little crying and laughing, but she turned off all the lights according to her, and the room fell into darkness for a while.

Yao Yiyi originally wanted to fiddle with those candles, Ou Qingheng walked over quickly, took the candle in her hand, and said: "You sit down well, I can get these things."

Yao Yiyi sat down, she could hardly see anything in the dark, but she felt strangely relieved, perhaps because Ou Qingheng was beside her.

She suddenly smiled and said: "European President, I think we two are stupid, why don't the candles light under the light? Must be lit in the dark, is it particularly stupid?"

Ou Qing froze for a moment, and was with Yao Yiyi, and some of his actions became a bit silly.

Ou Qingheng finally lighted the candle and sat on the chair on the other side.

By candlelight, shone on Yao Yiyi's hot cheeks can be said to be delicate and flowery.

Ou Qingheng's eyes suddenly became very deep when she looked at her.

Yao Yiyi raised the cup and said, "cheers."

In her glass is the milk that Ou Qingheng specially poured for her.

Ou Qingheng lifted the cup and touched it with her, then took a sip and put down the cup. He took chopsticks and grabbed the food for Yao Yiyi.

Yao Yiyi took a sip, Ou Qingheng's eyes could not help but follow her, carefully observed the expression on her face, even he did not find him actually a little nervous.

"Tasty?"

Yao Yiyi just looked up at him without giving a clear answer.

Ou Qingheng frowned and said, "Isn't it delicious?"

Yao Yiyi chewed slowly, still dragging Ou Qingheng's appetite.

Instead, Ou Qingheng lost his voice, and his voice even felt a little nervous.

"Unappetizing?"

Yao Yiyi looked at him nervously and couldn't help but laugh out loudly, and Ou Qingheng realized that he was being fooled by her.

"You woman." Ou Qingheng was helpless.

Yao Yiyi swallowed everything in her mouth and gave a thumbs up to Ou Qingheng, said: "Zou, I didn't expect that your cooking is so delicious."

Ou Qingheng's heart was put down.

"Really delicious?"

Yao Yiyi nodded and took a big bite of the dish.

She is now filled with happiness. Ou Qingheng has too many surprises for her today. She doesn't say anything to her tenderly and cooks for her personally. This is something she didn't dare to think before.

"Zou Ou, I have never seen you cook before. When will you cook?" Yao Yiyi said with some curiosity.

Ou Qingheng chopped dishes for her and said, "When I went abroad to study abroad, I didn't get used to eating outside, so I learned to do it myself. , My Western food is actually quite uncomfortable, but I am not particularly fond of the taste of Western food. "

Yao Yiyi gave him a thumbs up again and said: "Zou Ou, you are really a real person. I think I am so proud of you when I think you are such a good man. I ’m thinking, I ca n’t be your wife, so I ’m very grateful that I can marry you, even if it was originally for money, but now ... ”

Yao Yiyi didn't say everything, but she believed that Ou Qingheng would understand.

Ou Qingheng got up, leaned over her head and patted lightly, said: "Fool!"

For this "fool", Yao Yiyi's eyes were very red, and Ou Qingheng under the candlelight was too gentle, and the affectionate eyes almost made people addicted.

Yao Yiyi lowered her head and wiped her tears quietly, not wanting to be destroyed by her sadness in such a good atmosphere.

Ou Qinheng put another dish for her and said, "eat more."

Yao Yiyi buried her head while eating, while Ou Qingheng watched her spoiledly.

Perhaps Ou Qingheng's eyes were too hot, and even Yao Yiyi pretending to be eating could no longer pretend.

Yao Yiyi looked up and looked at Ou Qingheng, who only has white rice, and said, "Zhou Ou, don't you eat it?"

Ou Qingheng said: "You are a delicious food."

Yao Yiyi froze for a moment, then his cheeks became a little hot.

"President Ou, you are now talking sweet words and saying, how many women have you said such sweet words to?"

Ou Qingheng was so funny, "Jesus?"

Yao Yiyi shook his head.

Ou Qingheng put vegetables in her bowl again and said, "eat more, I will accompany you at home tonight."

Yao Yiyi also put vegetables in his bowl and said, "Aren't you going back to the hospital?"

"Think of me going back?"

Yao Yiyi shook her head and said, "I just think that Miss Yang is very dependent on you. Will she let you go so easily?"

Ou Qingheng obviously did n’t particularly want to talk about Yang Kexin, and he said lightly: "I told her, I will go home today, and Ting Ting will visit her tonight. Both of them are good for many years. Friend. "

Yao Yiyi listened and looked calm.

"What's wrong, unhappy?"

Yao Yiyi took chopsticks into his bowl and said, "There is nothing unhappy about this. Miss Yang is your favorite woman. It is normal for you to care for her. After all, it is the woman you have been waiting for for so many years. , You should be very happy now and be able to hold the beauty. "

Ou Qingheng listened to what he said and how sour.

"Before saying that I haven't been jealous, I can smell a strong vinegar smell from the sky. Doesn't anyone smell it?" Ou Qingheng deliberately teased her.

Yao Yiyi gave him a blank look and said, "Zhou Ou, you have broken your studies."

Ou Qingheng laughed heartily, and he laughed at Yao Yiyi directly.

After Ou Qingheng smiled enough, Yao Yiyi said in a ghostly way: "Qingheng, you really look good when you laugh."

Ou Qing stunned for a moment, and then reacted.

He quipped: "Have I been fascinated by my fascination?"

Ou Qingheng in the candlelight is different from the indifferent elite in front of others, and has become particularly talkative and more human.

Yao Yiyi only felt that she was irrationally sinking into Ou Qinheng's superb personality charm, and her heart rate jumped faster and faster.

Ou Qingheng suddenly stood up, and a very gentleman made a gesture of invitation. Yao Yiyi looked at him, and there was no response for a moment.

Ou Qingheng said: "Beautiful lady, I want to be your Prince Charming tonight. I wonder if there is any honor to invite you to dance this dance?"

Yao Yiyi's right hand covered his mouth subconsciously, with a trace of disbelief in his eyes.

Ou Qingheng said again: "Beautiful lady, I wonder if this Prince Charming has the honor to invite you to dance?"

After Yao Yiyi was surprised, he put his hand into his hand calmly, and then was pulled up by him.

Ou Qingheng put her hand on her waist and said lowly: "Do you mind dancing with me in a hall without music?"

Yao Yiyi shook his head and said a little puzzled: "When has President Zou been so romantic?"

Ou Qingheng chuckled and said, "I can do more romantic things."

Yao Yiyi teased him: "It turns out that President Zou was hiding in the past."

Ou Qingheng made a "hush" gesture and said in a very charming voice: "Be good, don't speak first, you just have to feel it."

Yao Yiyi closed her mouth.

The two of them danced in the absence of music. The beauty of the picture could not be described by words.