The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

There are all kinds of dishes in the kitchen, including all kinds of meat and condiments.

Yan Tao turned on the fire, boiled chicken soup in the pressure cooker to supplement Qin Zong, and ordered a bowl of noodles along the way.

The white dragon noodles are hidden in the clear chicken soup with scallions, and a poached egg lies on the surface.

Enough to make a very good looking.

The scent drifts into the nose, making people move their index fingers.

Qin Zong's appetite was rarely aroused, and the perfect facial features were looming in the hot air. Yan Tao dragged the chair and sat next to his daughter-in-law, and asked with a smile while holding his cheek, "Is it delicious?"

Master Qin was about to nod, when he raised his eyes and saw the young man's radiant and proud expression, he swallowed the praise that came to his lips back into his stomach, Qinghan's eyes moved slightly, and his voice was always cold and air-conditioned, "General."

Yan Tao frowned, "So demanding?"

Qin Zong cared about picking vegetables for dinner, and Master Yan felt unbalanced, so she decided to use her sense of presence.

When Qin Zong stretched out his chopsticks again, Yan Tao turned sideways, opened his mouth, and bit off the food on the man's chopsticks.

The man's hand holding the chopsticks paused in mid-air, his eyes... looked distressed, but soon disappeared, and turned to look at Yan Tao calmly, "If you're hungry, take the chopsticks by yourself."

Yan Tao hooked his lips evilly, and the lips that still had vegetable oil suddenly kissed the man's cold and sharp side face, and licked it along the way.

The taste of beauty is so good...

Master Qin felt the greasy touch on his face, and his whole body suddenly turned cold.

Frost and cold like early autumn quickly spread from the bottom of his eyes. He stretched out his arms and raised his hands, picked up the smiling boy, and threw him onto another chair.

Yan Tao stepped on the chair with his left hand on his knee, his whole body was full of hooliganism, his flamboyant and sharp peach blossom eyes were charming, and he teased Qin Zong in a leisurely tone, "Are you... shy again?"

Hmm... my daughter-in-law is too shy, how can I carry out major life events in the future?

The young man had a strange smile on his lips, and his back seemed to spread a pair of devil's wings. His peach blossom eyes stared at Qin Zong without blinking. The heat in his eyes was like sparks in the wilderness. Once it spread, it would be like a raging prairie fire.

Qin Zong sneered and pulled out the belt.

The smile on Yan Taojun's face froze for a moment: Didn't her daughter-in-law want domestic violence?

Master Qin rarely dared to disobey his orders.

There is someone who is lawless, but he has nowhere to start.

Simply, don't start!

He is a soldier, so it is easy to kidnap a prisoner.

Clamping down on the boy's movements, the belt wrapped around her wrist, tightened suddenly, and quickly wrapped around the chair.

The whole process was completed in one go, and it took less than five seconds.

Yan Tao Mengmeng blinked her eyes: "Zong Zong, I'm still a baby."

It's too shameful to bundle PLAY or something.

Then Yan Tao looked at the man's gloomy handsome face, and said in a helpless tone that if my wife likes it, I can only obey, "Come on!"

Let the storm come harder.

Qin Zong...

This little rascal has a wretched face, what the hell is he thinking of?

He snorted coldly, dragged the chair with one hand to the farthest corner of the living room, and conveniently stuffed the bed blanket over the young man, "Stay here well."

Yan Tao: Daughter-in-law, why did you put me together with a bunch of flowers and plants?

Do you want to water it so that a group of swallow pottery will grow tomorrow?

She licked her lips, and squinted at the man, "Can I change my position?"

Qin Zong: "Where do you want to go?"

Yan Tao looked at him affectionately: "Where I can see you."

Qin Zong sneered: "You'd better stay here and grow mushrooms!"

He turned and left without mercy.

Yan Tao leaned on the wide chair, his peach blossom eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and he sighed leisurely.