Secretary Zhang: Fuck, why?

Then he checked and found that it was because there was too much quantity and excellent quality, which led to the violation of some treaties and was blocked-in short, it was related to (harmony) pornography.

Secretary Zhang: "......"

[I'll just say, it's only one day at most, it's definitely gone, now it's okay, it's gone, I didn't expect Dad's popularity to be so difficult, right? ] I estimate that Song Yi will be blocked tomorrow. 】

[If you don't die, you won't die!] 】

[I survived the whole network before, but I didn't expect to play myself to death with super words, Song Yi really refreshed my three views. 】

Song Yi, who didn't know anything, was nesting at home enjoying the feeding from Zhao's father.

After she saw the messy little yellow book in the afternoon, the straight daughter Song Yi suddenly felt that she was about to die, so she felt that she would please Zhao's father in order to ask the other party to raise her noble hand.

Song Yi personally cooked and prepared the whole home-cooked stir-fry.

But it's a pity that when Song's mother gave birth to her, her talent was too extreme, and she didn't have any cooking skills, so that Song Yi was in a hurry in the kitchen.

"Salty." Song Yi took a sip of the soup, and then began to think, "The main chemical component of salt is sodium chloride, and the content in edible salt is ninety-nine percent...... Ah, mushy. ”

"Poof."

Song Yi heard the laughter, followed the sound and looked over, only to see Zhao Huaiming leaning against the door frame of the kitchen with his hands on his chest.

He is a cold person, he doesn't smile much on weekdays, he doesn't talk much, and his overall temperament is inevitably a little more serious when he doesn't speak, but today.

Zhao Huaiming's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and his smile was shallow, changing his usual cold appearance, he looked like a gentle and elegant nobleman.

He took off his blazer, then pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled them up.

"Little fool."

After rolling up his sleeves, he stepped forward and took Song Yi into his arms, and then took advantage of the spatula and pot in her hand.

"Where's the fried kitchen?"

He bent down slightly, and when he spoke, it happened to be in Song Yi's ear, and as he said a word, the heat sprayed on Song Yi's ear.

Song Yi blushed instantly.

I don't know if she was shy or teased, her ears would be red when she was red, Zhao Huaiming felt the heat and bit her earlobe kissing.

Song Yi almost smashed the pot in his hand on Zhao Huaiming's face.

"You-"

As soon as she turned her head, she fell in love with Zhao Huaiming's words.

Zhao Huaiming kissed her.

Song Yi's mind went blank for an instant, and she didn't know why, she suddenly remembered the content of the little yellow text she saw this afternoon.

- He sealed his lips with a kiss......

Song Yi, who hadn't learned to ventilate, struggled for a while, and Dad Zhao thoughtfully let go of her.

"It's really stupid, I can't breathe after teaching it so many times."

Song Yi gasped slightly, thinking that he had a specialization in the art industry and the ability to discuss mathematical and physical problems with me!

"What a silly boy."

Zhao Huaiming let go of her and gently pushed her out of the kitchen.

"What do you want to eat today?"

"I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs."

"Got it, you go and read the book, and you'll be fine soon."

Song Yi felt that she had been teased invisibly, but her nerves were relatively large, and she couldn't taste Father Zhao's delicate mind at once.

I just feel that Zhao Huaiming has changed.

In the first two years, Zhao's father never cooked, and the two of them either ate at home or went out to eat.

The food outside is delicious, but the food is too much.

Seeing Zhao Huaiming cooking for the first time today, Song Yi suddenly had an inexplicable throbbing.

She felt that they were becoming more and more like a home.