Chapter 77: Dark Cuisine

No...... Not.

The palatial villa in front of him is a house that only belongs to Li Yinglong. But if Li Yinglong gets tired of her one day, the door of this house will be closed to her.

Person...... Always on your own.

So, Zhao Mengyao shook off Li Yinglong's hand and said quietly: "It's okay, I'll wait to find something to eat." ”

"Wife, what's wrong? Not happy? ”

Zhao Mengyao shook her head, but still took half a step back, and said to Li Yinglong with a distant gaze: "We have only known each other for a few days, why are you so good to me?" ”

"You're my wife." Li Yinglong replied with a serious gaze.

Zhao Mengyao stared at him for a while, then sighed and said, "Isn't there anyone willing to marry you?" ”

Li Yinglong replied without thinking: "I only have you in my eyes." ”

Maybe it's because I heard him say a little too much, and Zhao Mengyao is already immune. She no longer looked at Li Yinglong, but walked around him to the house.

Li Yinglong suddenly said behind her: "Wife, you don't believe me, do you?" ”

When Zhao Mengyao heard this, he stopped his steps, a slightly mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly: "You don't say anything, what can I believe you?" Believe you fell in love at first sight? ”

Li Yinglong touched his nose embarrassedly: "You're right, it's really love at first sight." ”

Not a few days ago, though, but a long, long time ago.

Zhao Mengyao laughed: "Okay, you can make it up." ”

Li Yinglong's eyes suddenly became very serious: "Meng Yao, tomorrow, how about I take you to meet your parents?" ”

It's not just about meeting your parents...... Li Yinglong plans to make up all the love and marriage processes for her.

Zhao Mengyao originally wanted to refuse, but for some reason, she suddenly wanted to know more about Li Yinglong, so she agreed.

"Okay."

Li Yinglong was overjoyed, and was about to rush over to hug Zhao Mengyao. was splashed with cold water by Chen Haotian, who was fed a mouthful of dog food on the side: "That...... Is it only I remember...... Tomorrow is Monday, Miss Meng Yao still has to go to school? ”

Emmmmm。

Zhao Mengyao felt a little embarrassed. She had indeed forgotten all about it.

Li Yinglong's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he glared at the mouthy Chen Haotian viciously: "You talk a lot!" ”

Zhao Mengyao followed Li Yinglong all the way to the restaurant.

"Dang dang dang, look, what is this!" Li Yinglong pointed to a bowl of things on the table and said triumphantly.

The corners of Zhao Mengyao's mouth twitched slightly, staring at the bowl of dark cuisine in front of her, and said a little uncertainly: "This is ...... Pasta? ”

Li Yinglong raised his chin shyly and proudly and said, "This is the first time that Young Master Ben has cooked pasta. ”

"What about Chen Haotian? He worked a lot harder than I did today, and I think you could give him a credit for this bowl of pasta. A strong desire to survive prompted Zhao Mengyao to say this.

Chen Haotian, who had already walked away, suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and then sneezed.

Li Yinglong's face darkened: "This is the pasta that Young Master Ben specially made for you." ”

Zhao Mengyao's eyes fell on Li Yinglong's slender fingers, and saw a few sporadic knife wounds and scratches, which were estimated to be injured when cutting side dishes, although they were not deep, but they were still a little scary to watch.

She suddenly felt a little guilty.

"I'm sorry, I'll eat I'll eat." Saying that, Zhao Mengyao sat down at the dining table, picked up a fork, rolled up a piece of pasta with unrecognizable colors, gritted her teeth and put it in her mouth.