Quickly wear it and give the affectionate male protagonist a home

Chapter 151 The Canary Raised by the Overlord (13)

Lin Yi didn't care about anything.

Since someone at home was waiting for him to come home for dinner, he naturally had to go off work.

There is no need to work in reality and work in the fast-travel dimension.

Anyway, the earth will continue to rotate without anyone, and no matter how hard he tries, he will only add a few numbers. There is no need to waste limited time on numbers.

Lin Yi replied happily on his phone. "I'll be home for dinner in half an hour."

"Got it." Cheng Qiqi continued to cook.

Lin Yi clocked out of get off work and drove home. He saw the roadside was full of joy. The atmosphere of romance was everywhere.

While waiting at a red light, he searched and found out that today was White Valentine's Day.

Although it is not as grand as the one on February 14th, the romance is still there.

After realizing this, Lin Yi parked the car and bought a bunch of packaged red roses from a roadside flower shop.

It happened that there was a sale at a gold shop, so Lin Yi put the roses in the trunk and went to the shop to choose a gold necklace.

Nowadays, gold is much more valuable than diamonds.

The necklace cost him nearly ten thousand yuan. Although it looks small and exquisite, it is still a token of his love.

This money should be spent when it is needed, but not too much, just show your appreciation.

After the salesperson packed the package for Lin Yi, he asked him if he wanted a greeting card.

Lin Yi thought for a moment and said, "Just write Happy Holidays."

We’ve only known each other for two days, so it’s not appropriate to write about love.

"Ok."

Because I was delayed on the way buying gifts, forty minutes had passed when I got home.

Cheng Qiqi opened the door with a resentful look on his face. Just as he was about to say something, he was so surprised when he saw the roses in his arms that he couldn't close his mouth.

Oh my god, is today his lucky day?

Roses, men, everything.

Wait, what day is today?

Isn't it Valentine's Day?

He gave him flowers, was he trying to express his feelings?

"What are you still standing there for? Go on."

Lin Yi stuffed the bouquet of roses into his arms. "Don't like it?"

"I like it, I like it very much." Cheng Qiqi was surrounded by full happiness and was overjoyed.

"Sir, what made you want to give me flowers?"

"Today is Valentine's Day, happy holiday."

"You are happy too." Cheng Qiqi moved away and said with a smile: "Welcome home."

"Okay, go put the flowers first, and there will be a surprise for you later."

Is there any other surprise? Could it be the yellow bag in the gentleman’s hand?

Cheng Qiqi happily took a photo of the flowers and posted it on her Moments to show off. "Today is Valentine's Day, my husband gave me flowers. So this is what it feels like to be loved, I'm so happy. @Sisters in the circle, please see."

Jiang He happened to be browsing his phone, and after seeing the status posted by Cheng Qiqi, he was jealous. "You little girl is so happy today that you can't stop smiling. Hehe, I wish you an unforgettable night."

Cheng Qiqi blushed. "Oh, that's annoying. I'll be happy."

"Go away, don't bother me. Take your flowers and go spend time with your man."

"88."

Cheng Qiqi opened the bouquet, cut the flowers one by one, and put them in the vase.

While arranging the bouquet, Lin Yi hugged her tightly.

"Sir, don't be in a hurry." Cheng Qiqi's lips curled slightly, and she wanted to turn around and throw herself into his arms, but the flowers in her hand were not ready yet, and she felt a little regretful for a moment. "Wait a moment, I'll take care of the flowers and then..."

"Let me do whatever I want again."

Cheng Qiqi's ears blushed secretly and she nodded slightly.

Lin Yi seemed to be in a good mood. He went back to the bathroom to wash his hands, then put the gift bag on the coffee table and helped Cheng Qiqi to arrange the bouquet.

"Sir, you don't have to be so nice to me."

"You are my lover, not a servant. If I don't treat you well, who should I treat well?"

【Wow, it’s just too good, so I feel even more guilty. I won’t know how to be satisfied. I will want more, more... more love from my husband.

His love is like the ocean, full and caring. By the way, they seemed too conservative last time, and it was boring. Can we try something exciting?

Damn it, I can't say these things to my husband. If my husband knew that I have a dirty heart under my pure appearance, would he look down on me and despise me? Forget it, I'd better not say it and continue to pretend to be reserved. 】

Cheng Qiqi never expected that Lin Yi could hear his thoughts clearly.

Fortunately, he could only hear the sound. If he could see the picture, he would definitely be speechless.

Fortunately, I didn’t buy many flowers, so I finished them in a short while.

"Sir, wait a moment, I'm going to wash my hands."

Cheng Qiqi quickly slipped into the bathroom and took off her apron while washing her hands.

When he returned to the living room, the man, who was so big as him, was gone.

"gentlemen?"

Cheng Qiqi was in a state of confusion. There was a gift box on the coffee table. He had no intention of looking at it and began to look for Lin Yi everywhere.

The large flat is really large, with three bedrooms and a study. It is estimated to be more than 200 square meters, enough for running.

Cheng Qiqi looked everywhere but couldn't find it. Until he heard footsteps from the kitchen, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked towards the kitchen.

"Sir, the food is already on the table and can be eaten anytime. What are you doing?"

Looking closer, he saw Lin Yi cutting tomatoes.

His hands are very beautiful, with distinct fingers, white and tender like scallions. It is no exaggeration to say that they are good enough for hand masks.

Cheng Qiqi approached and surrounded him from behind.

"Woo, sir."

"what happened?"

Lin Yi raised his eyes to look at him.

"People were still outside looking for you, but you were hiding in the kitchen cutting tomatoes."

Cheng Qiqi poked Lin Yi's waist and complained: "Is Tomato more important than me?"

It’s not a question of whether it’s important or not, the point is that he is really hungry.

He cut the tomato into pieces and put them on the plate. He washed his hands, picked up a piece and put it on Cheng Qiqi's lips.

He let out a howl, snatched the tomato that was passed to his lips, and ate it with gusto.

Tomato’s smile is not as sweet as Mr.’s. Why does he like him so much? He just can’t figure it out.

"Wash your hands and eat."

"No." He hugged him and acted like a spoiled child. "I want to be hugged."

He opened his arms and motioned Lin Yi to pick him up.

Lin Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at him. "If we delay any longer, we won't be able to get serious work done."

"What serious business?"

Lin Yi hugged his neck and kissed him on the lips. "It's just what you think."

Hate it.

Cheng Qiqi punched him lightly, laughing so hard that her body shook. "Then tonight..."

Lin Yi gave a meaningful smile, which made Cheng Qiqi look forward to it a little.

"Eat, eat." It's a wonderful thought to think about sending yourself out after eating.

Cheng Qiqi may not have any other skills, but her cooking is quite to Lin Yi's taste.

After eating takeout for several meals in a row, Lin Yi inexplicably had a home-cooked meal, which he missed quite a bit.

"I'll hire an auntie later. When you're not busy, she can help clean and cook meals."

“I can do that, too.”

Lin Yi smiled. "Your job is in bed. Don't compete with her for it, or you'll be exhausted."

"Stop talking." Cheng Qiqi picked up a piece of beef and blocked his mouth. "I'll make it when I'm free. As long as Mr. wants to eat it, it's fine anytime."

"you can also?"

"Of course." Cheng Qiqi raised her eyebrows and said proudly: "I am much more delicious than food."

She is really like Wang Po selling melons, bragging about herself.

The longer I know him, the more I notice his perversion.

Now people say dirty words without blushing, there is no solution.