Chapter 552: The Queen and the Housewife

Fang Xiaole was stunned, stood up at once, and stared at the door in a daze.

Only two people have the keys to this house, one is him and the other is Lin Yao.

Could it be...

Fang Xiaole's heart skipped a beat, she walked quickly to the door, stopped, and wanted to wait for someone outside to open the door.

However, the people outside seemed a little clumsy. The key was inserted and inserted into the lock, but it kept slipping and slipping, and it couldn't be inserted no matter what.

Fang Xiaole couldn't wait any longer, and stepped forward to open the door.

"oops."

A soft and timid exclamation sounded, and a girl with a flushed face raised her head blankly.

The girl wore a pink hat on her head, and in her right hand was holding three or four pockets filled with vegetables and meat, as well as a bottle of red wine. She was holding a key in her left hand and kept bending forward to poke it forward.

"you……"

Fang Xiaole looked at the girl in disbelief.

"Why are you here? Aren't you in Blue Boat?"

"I..." Lin Yao's face was red, and she was panting a little, probably because she ran a little too fast.

Before she could speak, Fang Xiaole quickly took the four or five heavy bags from her hand, and took her hand to look at it.

Because there were too many vegetables in these bags and the weight was too heavy, several deep red marks were drawn on the fair palms.

"Happy birthday, oh... um..."

Before the girl finished speaking, she was hugged tightly and her soft lips were blocked.

Because of the violent action, the hat on her head fell to the ground, and her long, smooth black hair fell down, scattered on her weak back, and on the arms of the man who was embracing her.

Time passed silently, and the lights in the corridor were turned off, hiding the two fused figures in the gentle night.

After more than an hour, the girl patted Fang Xiaole's shoulder lightly, and he let her go, apologetically saying:

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to come, I'm... so happy."

Fang Xiaole raised his hand distressedly to stroke the slightly messy bangs on her forehead, he fully imagined how hard it was for Lin Yao to come here to celebrate his birthday.

As soon as the award ceremony was over, I hurried from Lanzhou to Jiang Rong by car, and then ran over alone with this dish, avoiding other passers-by along the way.

Moreover, she got up before six o'clock in the morning, and after flying to Lanzhou, she was busy all day, and at night she had to attend the awards ceremony in her best condition.

Just thinking about it, Fang Xiaole can guess how tired she is today.

"You're tired, come in."

Lin Yao was hugged by him, her face was red to the ears, and she kept waving her small hands in his arms.

"I'm not tired, I'm really not tired, it's so late, I still have to cook... huh?"

Lin Yao suddenly suspended herself in the air, and was hugged by Fang Xiaole.

"close the door."

Fang Xiaole hooked several large bags of vegetables with her fingers, hugged Lin Yao with both hands, turned her upper body to the door, and said softly.

"Oh."

The girl obediently agreed habitually, and reached out to close the door.

Fang Xiaole hugged her, turned and walked into the living room,

Gently put her on the sofa.

"Husband, I, I still have to cook."

Lin Yao wanted to get up, but was pushed down by Fang Xiaole's shoulders.

"Old man, you, you, you..."

Lin Yao looked at him nervously, her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

She and Fang Xiaole agreed that it would only happen after they got married, but now...

The rigid education and traditional thinking she received since she was a child made Lin Yao subconsciously want to refuse, but looking into Fang Xiaole's eyes, she slowly put down her hand that was about to refuse.

Afterwards, those watery pupils also slowly closed, and the body trembled slightly, waiting.

If he wants to now...

Then I'll just cooperate.

Warm fingers gently caressed her cheeks, and a gentle voice sounded in her ears:

"You rest for a while, I will cook."

After speaking, Fang Xiaole picked up the bag and walked into the kitchen.

Lin Yao opened her eyes, with a dazed expression on her face, blinked her eyes twice, and finally came to her senses.

"Honey, today is your birthday, let me cook."

"Don't get up, give me a good rest, if you dare to enter the kitchen, I will spank your ass!"

Fang Xiaole turned around and said fiercely.

"Oh."

Lin Yao pouted and agreed in a low voice.

Lay down obediently, listening to the sound of water being brushed, the sound of cutting vegetables aggressively, the sound of the stove being ignited from the kitchen...

Finally, the girl couldn't lie down any longer, so she got up and walked into the kitchen.

Fang Xiaole turned around and couldn't help frowning: "Why are you so disobedient..."

Lin Yao turned around, bent slightly, raised her buttocks, turned her head and said weakly:

"Husband, you can fight. After the fight, you go out to rest, and I will cook."

"You..." Fang Xiaole looked at her, sighed, and said helplessly:

"I really can't do anything about you, so let's do it together."

"But……"

Lin Yao still wanted to speak, but Fang Xiaole pinched her face, "I will get angry if I don't obey."

"Oh, OK."

Only then did Lin Yao obediently submit, and the two of them got busy in the kitchen together.

Fang Xiaole usually cooks by herself occasionally, but there is still a gap between her cooking level and that of Lin Yao, who has specially learned from a master chef.

So the two of them divided the work and cooperated, with Fang Xiaole in charge and Lin Yao in charge.

"Aren't there reporters after the awards ceremony? Why did you arrive at Jiang Rong so soon?"

"I ran away secretly, hee hee."

"Then you are not afraid that the media will say you are playing big names?"

"Sister Yan said that I am a queen now, so I can be a little self-willed, and she asked Fangfang to quietly send red envelopes to those reporters. Husband, is the cornstarch ready? The fish is about to come out of the pot."

"Okay, now, what about Sister Mo and Fangfang?"

"Sister Yan has gone to Zhang Zhiqin's house. Fangfang is flying back to Kyoto tonight. She said that she also wants to give birth to a little milk dog soon."

"Sister Mo really plans to stay at Zhang Zhiqin's house before giving birth. I heard that his mother seems to be quite fierce. Can Sister Mo get along well? Husband, have you chopped the green onions yet?"

"Okay, here... Sister Yan is so smart, there must be no problem, and Sister Yan said that Zhang Zhiqin's mother treats her very well now, and she doesn't even want to let her touch the cold water."

...

The two chatted casually while cooking, like a loving ordinary couple.

On the TV outside, the entertainment news was still reporting on the just-concluded Silver Dragon Awards.

On the screen, Lin Yao is wearing a gorgeous long dress, standing gracefully on the stage, and the lights are standing on her body, dazzling, noble and beautiful like a goddess.

The girl next door who is wearing an apron in the kitchen with her sleeves rolled up and busy cooking is both different and harmonious.

Because, whether it is a star-studded singing queen or a busy housewife in the kitchen, her eyes are full of happiness and sweetness.