Helping His Ex-wife To Take Off Her Orders Every Day

It was almost noon after buying the vegetables. Yao Xiangyi was afraid of feeding the pigs, and he rarely showed some impatience.

Qiu Qingshi hurried to follow her, yelling that he hadn't bought lowei yet: "I want to eat it."

Yao Xiangyi turned around and rolled his eyes.

Qiu Qingshi was sad, bowed his head and kicked the pebble by his feet, muttering complaints, but because of fear, he didn't dare to let Yao Xiangyi hear him.

Suddenly, Yao Xiangyi seemed to have found it in his conscience, stopped, and his soft voice was magnetic, and said helplessly: "Go ahead, I'll be waiting for you here."

Qiu Qingshi was moved to death, and even felt ashamed for a second of his prodigal. In the crowd, he hugged Yao Xiangyi's neck and was a kiss.

Yao Xiangyi was embarrassed, his face appeared red that the domineering president shouldn't have, and he concealed embarrassment and urged her to go back quickly.

After saying that, Qiu Qing Shi flew far away like a living bird, flapping its wings.

Yao Xiangyi sighed, thought for a while, and decided to notify Sutila in advance.

Gold Master Yao Baba: [There is something. 】

Tiramisu: [Mr. Yao, you say. 】

Gold Master Yao Baba: [Qing Shi she... the setting is collapsed. 】

The message was sent, and the top of the dialog box displayed "The other party is typing...", and then it stopped again, and the line of words was displayed again in the next second, repeated several times.

Yao Xiangyi could feel her despair across the screen.

After a long time, the phone buzzed and vibrated, and she finally replied.

Tiramisu: [...Is it a bad break? 】

Gold Master Yao Baba: [She completely released herself. 】

Tiramisu: [[Ma Jingtao Roar.jpg]]

Yao Xiangyi is a master who doesn't mess with things. In her opinion, Qiu Qingshi can't be blamed on this matter. The little **** has always been by her side since childhood. When she is not here, Qiu Qingshi is naturally elegant and calm, and she is going to...

Thinking about it this way, I saw Qiu Qingshi walking far away, pinching a section of the duck's neck with two slender white fingers, gnawing with relish.

Yao Xiangyi's heart was agitated, and his anger was distracted.

I comforted myself: The posture is generous and decent, and there is a trace of the nobleness of the first lady.

"Ba Ba, do you want it? It tastes good."

Yao Xiangyi shook her head and wiped her hands with the only tissue left in her pocket, wiping it inch by inch, carefully and considerately.

Qiuqing moved an inch closer: "I want to drink milk tea."

"Too much."

Qiuqing narrowed his mouth and asked Yao Xiangyi with his watery eyes, "Is he not in love with me anymore".

Beauty tricks, absolute beauty tricks, fools can be fooled. Yao Xiangyi didn't have any waves in her heart. He separated a few large bags into her hands, freed a hand to hold the collar of her back jacket, and climbed the mountain all the way.

Qiuqing was so wronged that he was determined to regenerate his heir in ten years, so that Yao Xiangyi would have a taste of old age.

"Are you slandering me?" Yao Xiangyi's eyes were venomous, as if he could see through everything.

Qiuqing Shi has a good physique. He walked up the mountain without breathing or answering questions.

When I reached the top of the mountain, I found that Sao Nian was still there.

He flicked his long pink diagonal bangs and patted the front of the tractor smartly: "I've fixed it, get in the car."

At that moment, it was like a long drought and the rain, how could it be a happy word.

Qiu Qingshi gave his colorful killer Matt pleasing to the eye.

To Yao Xiangyi, who was catching up, "He is more handsome than you."

Heh, some queens won't recognize people after gnawing on the duck neck!

The program group has a deep set of routines. An open-air kitchen was built on a small square in the village, and pots and pans were all available.

Hurrying back to the village, Yao Xiangyi and Qiu Qingshi received a notice, and the program team asked all guests to gather in the square.

The two will get on the tractor and head straight to the destination.

Halfway through, I ran into Ma Fengsi and his husband alone with a basket. Despite their shock, they sincerely invited them to get on the bus.

Ma Fengsi declined immediately, as if afraid of hurting people's hearts, and explained: "It's still early, let's take a walk."

The celebrity is not overwhelmed by others, Qiu Qingshi turned her words: "The vegetable basket is quite heavy, let me take it with you first."

This is a good idea, Ma Fengsi readily agrees.

Arriving in the square, Qiu Qingshi, who was sitting in the shed behind the tractor, stood up with Yao Xiangyi's shoulders, waved hello to the basically in-place program staff, with a smile, as beautiful as the sky today, clear and clean.

Assistant Director Niu suspected that his old eyes were dim, he rubbed his eyes twice, and looked towards Qiu Qingshi with false eyelids.

He asked the female assistant: "That's... Qiu Qingshi?"

"She's on a tractor?"

Deputy Director Niu was suddenly beaten up and shouted: "Quickly turn on the camera! Take this picture as a promotional poster!"

Qiu Qing Shi, who jumped out of the tractor, was suffocated and tried to commit a crime in full view, but was caught by Yao Xiangyi in time.

"Ba Ba, you don't care if they take me ugly photos." Qiu Qingshi covered her belly, as if a whole new life had been bred in it. If Yao Xiangyi didn't agree, she would kill two lives at any time.

"You are the first in the entertainment industry in facial expression management, 360 degrees of perfect face without dead ends, there will be no ugly photos."

Qiu Qingshi's vanity was greatly satisfied, and Yao Xiangyi seldom played rainbow farts, so he gave it up generously.

I moved everything out of the car one by one, picked a side position, skillfully inspected all the kitchen utensils such as pots, pans and pans, and finally tried whether the induction cooker was energized.

Assistant Niu raised his horn and said, "The position must be determined by drawing lots."

"Whoever asks you to take my ugly photo, I will choose this one."

The wind blows from east to west, occupying the westernmost point, so that the oily smoke will not blow to the face. Qiu Qingshi triumphed with a small calculation.

When Yao Xiangyi saw that Deputy Director Niu had to beep again, he helped Qiu Qingshi say something.

Deputy Director Niu couldn't provoke the most famous capitalist in the sea market, and turned his face like a book, conveying the message "your little **** is happy" with his facial expressions.

In a short while, the guests arrived one after another. With Qiu Qingshi taking the lead, they all chose their favorite position. Assistant Director Niu dared not say anything, but looked at Yao Xiangyi with a vague look.

Yao Xiangyi was too lazy to care about him, and together with Du Songzhi, humbly listened to Qiu Qingshi's explanation of the process of making Matsutake chicken soup.

She is good at making money, but she is really not talented in cooking. She is afraid that she can't remember the content, so she clicks on the mobile phone notebook and writes them down one by one.

Qiu Fugui checked her notes: "Yes, simple and clear." After the approval, he added some precautions.

A dish is quite complicated. Yao Xiangyi misses the busy life of the president a little bit, and looks at him, surprised that all the guests have put on aprons and raised kitchen knives.

She didn't panic when she talked about the business of 500 million yuan, and now... panic.

Qiu Fugui comforted her: "It's okay, the big deal is that Dad will teach you to feed the pigs."

The protagonists are the son-in-law and mother-in-law, Qiu Qing Shisheng fears that Qiu's wealth will be unshielded and drag people away.

Yao Xiangyi and Du Songzhi divide the work, one cooks the pot and the other prepares the condiments.

At this time, Tang Chen next door raised his eyes to Bai Mengzhao outside the court, and under her gesture, sent charcoal to Yao Xiangyi in the snow.

"Mr. Yao, we have prepared a lot of condiments such as green onion, **** and garlic. Let's share half of you."

This saves some time. Yao Xiangyi thanked him repeatedly, then raised his chin towards Bai Mengzhao, with a soft rhyme between his eyebrows.

Qiuqing dilutes sour into lemon essence, and quietly clenches his fists.

Good vixen, seduce my bully in front of me.

She squeezed her throat and coughed slightly.

Looking at Yao Xiangyi indifferently, he only immersed himself in washing the matsutake, so he approached a few steps, and then coughed.

This time, Yao Xiangyi reacted and looked up at her.

Qiu Qingshi winked hurriedly and asked her to return the things.

At first, Yao Xiangyi was unwilling, but couldn't bear her murderous eye knives for several rounds, and compromisingly complied.

Du Songzhi was anxious: "What are you doing!"

Yao Xiangyi didn't explain the instructions of Qiu Qingshi, and put a **** pot on his back: "...It's not good to take others' money after all."

"What's wrong, people dream of dreams!"

Qiuqing smiled with anger, a handful of onion, **** and garlic changed his mouth to call people Mengmeng?

Doesn't she count all the Hermes she honors every year!