"What's going on in your head all day?" Gu Zhihuan raised his hand and pressed his index finger against Han Yue's forehead.

"You." The corners of Han Yue's mouth raised, and he naturally grabbed Gu Zhihuan's fingers and brought them to his mouth to kiss them.

Gu Zhihuan didn't miss the small action of receiving the bank card in his pocket with an excited face before Han Yue came over, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "I haven't washed my hands yet." ”

"I'll help you." Han Yue directly stuck out his tongue, licked it around Gu Zhihuan's fingertips, and then went all the way up along the finger gap and kissed the back of Gu Zhihuan's hand.

Gu Zhihuan wanted to withdraw his hand, but Han Yue had already hit the snake stick and pressed it down.

A pair of eyes looked at her directly, and the desire in Chi Guoguo's eyes was not concealed in the slightest.

"Baby, do you?" Han Yue deliberately lowered his voice and blew hot air against Gu Zhihuan's ear.

It's very tempting!

Han Yue gave a perfect score for his performance!

Gu Zhihuan was amused by him.

She solemnly separated Han Yue's body with her hand: "What about the mobile phone?" ”

"Huh?" Han Yue gnawed on her ears.

"Shoot it down." Gu Zhihuan pondered that after Han Yue came to his senses, the scene of showing this scene to Han Yue must be particularly exciting.

Han Yue half-propped himself up, and looked at Gu Zhihuan with an indescribable expression: "Baby, you are so good?" ”

"Go." Gu Zhihuan kicked him.

Han Yue took his mobile phone with his bare ass and handed it to Gu Zhihuan.

Gu Zhihuan turned on the camera and hooked his hand at Han Yue.

Han Yue wagged his tail and sent his ears over.

Gu Zhihuan whispered something, and Han Yue's whole person froze directly.

Half an hour later.

Gu Zhihuan stood up: "Okay, let's rest." ”

Han Yue covered his little Yue Yue with a red face: "Rest? ”

Shouldn't it be uh-huh-hmm, and then uh-huh?

Gu Zhihuan thought about the small video in the phone, forced a smile, and deliberately walked past Han Yue with a straight face: "I'm tired." ”

The corners of Han Yue's mouth drooped, and he stood pitifully beside the bed.

Gu Zhihuan patted the vacant seat beside him.

Han Yue happily pounced and hugged Gu Zhihuan.

The fresh smell of grass and trees kept coming from Han Yue's body, and Gu Zhihuan adjusted a comfortable posture and closed his eyes.

Following.

Gu Zhihuan was woken up by Han Yue's licking.

Early in the morning, he found that his face was wet, and Gu Zhihuan's face was so good that he couldn't see anything: "You belong to a dog?" ”

"Does a male dog's waist count?" Han Yue asked.

"......" Gu Zhihuan's head, which had just woken up, was so sluggish that it took two seconds to react to Han Yue's meaning, and he couldn't help but squint: "I'm curious about where you learned these words." ”

"Self-taught." Han Yue spared no effort to sell himself: "You don't know how important talent is to a little white face. ”

"Which one?"

"Every aspect."

"Good." Gu Zhihuan pushed him down from his body: "I hope you can also be talented in cooking." ”

"Of course." Han Yue smiled confidently, kissed Gu Zhihuan's forehead, and jumped out of bed.

Soon, there was a faint sound of rustling in the kitchen downstairs.

Gu Zhihuan turned over and got up to wash up, and looked at the time by the way.

Six twenty-nine.

There was still an hour before the normal breakfast time.

After Gu Zhihuan finished washing, he first called his assistant and explained some things that the company needed to deal with today, and then informed Ruan Chenggang that Han Yue had something to do today and needed to delay for a day.

Ruan Chenggang wrote them down one by one: "Mr. Gu, don't you and Mr. Han go to work today?" ”

"Go to the hospital." Gu Zhihuan replied.

Ruan Chenggang remembered the scene yesterday when Han Yue couldn't wait for Gu Zhihuan to go home without waiting for the game to end, and then thought of Gu Zhihuan's low tone when he said that he would go to the hospital, and his eyes suddenly widened.

Could it be Mr. Han...... Can't do it anymore?

But it was the head that was damaged.

Ruan Chenggang hung up the phone anxiously, thought about it, and secretly bought Han Yue a few boxes of imported deer whips, tiger whips, and bull whips......

It's so sweet.

Ruan Chenggang couldn't help but applaud himself in his heart.

Yan Xie definitely couldn't think of it.

Hum.

Seven thirty.

Gu Zhihuan stepped down the stairs.

Han Yue walked around the kitchen in a pink apron.

Hearing the footsteps, Han Yue turned around and jumped over with a smile: "Baby, it's time to eat." ”

"What to do?" Gu Zhihuan leaned against the door, always feeling that Han Yue's pink apron was a little spicy.

"Shiitake mushroom and abalone porridge, blueberry jam Fernanxue, bean paste tiaotou cake, crab roe xiaolong, and wife cake." Han Yue smiled and narrowed his eyes.

Gu Zhihuan was stunned by the list of dish names: "So fast? ”

"Bought it." Han Yue was immediately deflated.

“……”

Han Yue took Gu Zhihuan to the restaurant, and there were indeed those small snacks that Han Yue said on the table.

Han Yue pulled out a chair for Gu Zhihuan and handed her chopsticks and spoons.

Gu Zhihuan casually put it on the bowl, glanced at the dining table quietly, threw down the sentence "I'll go get some sugar", and turned around and went into the kitchen.

The kitchen was cleaned up and there was no sign of use.

Gu Zhihuan walked directly to the trash can.

Often, the most terrible truth about the kitchen is hidden.

Sure enough, when Gu Zhihuan stepped on the lid of the trash can, he saw the dark results inside.

The various ingredients seemed to have undergone some kind of torture, and they were crammed together in a mess.

Gu Zhihuan glanced at it and immediately let go of his foot.

"Smack."

The lid of the trash can is closed.

Han Viet ...... Can't cook anymore?

Gu Zhihuan stood next to the trash can for a while, then turned around and went back to the restaurant.

Han Yue stood next to the table, glanced at her empty hands, and said suspiciously, "What about the sugar?" ”

"Forget." Gu Zhihuan sat down.

"I'll get it." Han Yue didn't dig deeper, and quickly went to the kitchen to take out the white sugar for Gu Zhihuan.

Gu Zhihuan lowered his head and drank the porridge, looking calm.

Han Yue sandwiched a crab roe xiaolong into her bowl: "Baby, eat xiaolong." ”

Gu Zhihuan glanced up at him, raised his chopsticks, and stretched out to the bean paste cake.

A hint of joy flashed across Han Yue's face.

Gu Zhihuan picked up the flowers used for decoration on the bean paste strip cake and put it in Han Yue's bowl: "Eat flowers." ”

“……”

After eating, Han Yue obediently packed up his things.

Gu Zhihuan took a glass of hot milk and sat in the living room while answering emails and drinking it.

After Han Yue finished cleaning up, he rubbed over again and hugged Gu Zhihuan from behind: "Is breakfast delicious?" ”

"It's okay." Gu Zhihuan told the truth.

She has never had much immunity to what she eats.

Han Yue's original cooking skills added a lot of points to her.

Thinking of this, Gu Zhihuan couldn't help but glance at Han Yue a few more times.

Han Yue didn't know what Gu Zhihuan was thinking, so he just rolled over from behind the sofa and put Gu Zhihuan on his lap: "That...... Are there any rewards? ”

For example, money or something.

Han Yue's eyes sparkled, and he almost pasted the word "money" on his face.