"What, I'm not welcome here?" Tong Zhensheng raised his eyebrows and asked in a calm voice.

An Rou hurriedly gave way to the side, Tong Zhensheng stepped in, An Rou saw a big footprint on the floor, and he didn't know what he had just stepped on downstairs.

She opened the door of the shoe cabinet and handed him the slippers, Tong Zhensheng sighed for a moment, and finally pursed her lips to take off the shoes, and then put them into the slippers.

And An Rou turned around and went into the kitchen, her lunch had just started, so naturally it was impossible to even ignore lunch because Tong Zhensheng came.

"Why are you only making lunch now?" Tong Zhensheng followed the kitchen and stood behind her and asked.

"I just finished my busy work and realized that I was hungry." She replied naturally, as if there was no cold war between him and her for half a month.

"Boiled noodles?" He asked, seeing a handful of dried noodles next to him.

"Well, tomato egg noodles." She answered truthfully, and then admonished: "Go and sit in the living room, I'm going to fry eggs, the kitchen is smoky." ”

"Cook more, I haven't eaten yet." He didn't go out, just turned around, opened the refrigerator door, took two more eggs and came out and handed them to her.

"Why haven't you eaten so late?" She looked back at him in some surprise.

"If you don't eat, you don't eat, where is there so much?" His tone was visibly bad, as if she was investigating him with a casual question.

An Rou was speechless, well, she forgot that he was the president, and probably didn't have the habit of explaining to others.

So, she silently knocked the two eggs into the bowl, and there was a small bowl of four eggs, and she was afraid that the egg whites would overflow, so she carefully stirred them with chopsticks.

Tong Zhensheng's body was leaning against the counter, watching An Rou cook with his hands on his chest, an apron tied around his waist, and his hair tied up, like a young and shrewd housewife.

I've never seen An Rou cooking in the kitchen before, but when I looked at it today, I realized that she was really not an ordinary capable, her face with her hair tied up looked smaller, her chin was also pointed, and the whole person looked particularly moving.

An Rou stirred the egg and raised her head only to find that Tong Zhensheng had been staring at her, she lit the gas stove with her hand, and then said with a smile: "I knew that you liked to look at my cook, the first time I saw you, I should have put on a chef's hat and a big spoon in my hand." ”

Tong Zhensheng pursed her lips, wore a chef's hat and took a big spoon, like that, standing in a group of chefs, she is probably the most eye-catching, right?

The oil in the pot was already hot, An Rou poured the stirred egg down, and the pot squeaked, and Tong Zhensheng came behind her again, reaching out and passing under the armpit where she raised her arm.

"Hey," An Rou exclaimed, "I'm frying eggs." ”

"Yes," he replied sullenly, resting his chin on her shoulder, looking at the yellowing eggs in the pot, but his hand groped unruly towards her chest.

An Rou's body immediately tensed, and she hurried to the weight of her chest, and then the buttons were unbuttoned by him, and his slender hand got into it, and the slightly cool fingers pressed against her hot skin

Her breathing immediately became a little uneven, and the reaction from a certain organ in her body was transmitted to the bottom of her heart, and her hand holding the spatula trembled a little.

"I want an omelette," she reminded the troublemaker again, and quickly stir-fried the yellowed eggs with a spatula.

"Hmm," he replied unconcernedly. The movements of the hands did not stop, still pressing and kneading through the thin fabric.

An Rou was a little anxious, and couldn't help but roar: "Tong Zhensheng, do you want to eat lunch?" ”

"I want to eat you," he said bluntly.

"But I'm hungry and don't have the energy to wait for you." An Rou replied angrily, and the action of turning the scrambled eggs in her hand was a little heavier.

"Then let me feed you first, and then you'll have energy." As he spoke, he stretched out his long hand and turned off the gas stove where she was still burning.

"Hey," she exclaimed, but he had already picked her up horizontally, turned and walked towards the sofa in the living room.

"Tong Zhensheng, this is the living room," An Rou couldn't help but shout in a low voice when he rested his body on the sofa.

"Well, I know," he said, turning in a hoarse voice, and with a 'stab' he closed the curtain that had fallen to the window, and the room that had just been bright suddenly dimmed.

An Rou took advantage of him to pull the curtains and turned over from the sofa and ran directly towards the kitchen, but as soon as he ran to the kitchen door, he strode up and hugged him.

"It's up to you whether it's in the living room or the kitchen," his low, hoarse voice came from her neck, with a hot breath.

"It's noon," An Rou reminded him. In An Rou's cognition, that kind of thing should only be done at night.

"Well, I know," he didn't mean to let go of her, and the hand around her waist was already dishonestly lifting the hem of her skirt.

"Can't you wait for lunch?" An Rou asked in a low voice.

"I can wait, but it can't," he pressed down hard behind her.

"That's it?" An Rou had already felt his fiery and stiffness, and even her voice trembled a little.

"You don't want to, huh?" His 'um' had a long tail note, matched with his action of burrowing under her, with a bit of mockery.

An Rou's face turned red in an instant, and she wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

She admits that she wants to too, and she wants to do it very much, especially when he hugs her, the thoughts in his body gush out uncontrollably, and he can't suppress it.

"It's the kitchen or the sofa!" His voice was already a little impatient.

"Sha" As soon as she spat out a word, his thin lips were imprinted, and then he kissed her hard and pushed her towards the sofa.

His body was pushed heavily on the sofa, and as soon as he felt the softness behind him, he quickly pounced, and his clothes were removed by him in the fierce tearing

Tong Zhensheng pounced on her and pressed her under her, An Rou began to push back with both hands and feet, but he kneaded her hand heavier because of her refusal, and gradually she lost her strength, and finally could only honestly soft on his remaining moans.

She is well-behaved and charming, and Tong Zhensheng is infected by ****, his eyebrows and eyes are becoming more and more cold, thinking that she has been with Shi Jingtian for half a month, he gritted his teeth with hatred, and he can't wait to die with her like this.

An Rou softened into a puddle of spring mud in his powerful onslaught, slumped beneath him, and let him take what he wanted.

Tong Zhensheng was terrifyingly brave, and An Rou was powerless, so she could only moan/moan charmingly, allowing him to push her into a helpless blank space again and again