Sweet Wife in My Arms-Chapter 88 - She’ll Be Nice To Her

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Chapter 88: She’ll Be Nice To Her


Fortunately, they were in a new home, otherwise it would have been difficult to get a good sleep in their previous house.


Yi Ling tiptoed back to her room and posted the photos on the Internet.


“Even if I don’t edit the photos, Huanhuan is still a beauty.” Propping her chin up in her hands, Yi Ling was satisfied with Yan Huan’s appearance. Of course she was satisfied with her candid photography skills, too.


Just finished filming. Tired.


She uploaded a few photos of Yan Huan with that caption. In the photos, she was curled up into a ball, her thick eyelashes covering her eyes, her face blurred under the dim lamplight. But her delicate features astounded her, she could feel the beauty even though it was just a hazy shadow.


“Done.” Yi Ling stretched lazily and tumbled into bed without showering. “Oh, yes, I almost forgot, let’s get Huanhuan to cook something tasty tomorrow.”


She sat up and walked to the computer, searching for lots of menus and listing them out, and finally cut it down to about a dozen dishes.


It was difficult for her to select one out of dozens of dishes.


“What to do, I want to eat all of them,” Yi Ling moaned. Biting her fingernails, she was loathe to remove any of them. “Well, five in a day, that’s it.” Clapping her hands, she felt proud of her intelligence. How smart I am!


She put a note on the table carefully and went to sleep. She was very happy at the thought that she would have a delicious meal tomorrow.


She tossed and turned in bed, until finally she could fall asleep. When she opened her eyes in the morning, she could still remember what she had to tell Yan Huan.


“Huanhuan, this is for you.” She put the note in her hand.


Yan Huan lowered down her head and moved the note in front of her eyes.


Braised meatballs in brown sauce, steamed meatballs, Westlake fish in vinegar gravy, poached chicken, and phoenix-tailed prawns.


“We’ll have five dishes today and five more tomorrow,” Yi Ling announced as she gave Yan Huan a push.


She took the purse on the table and stuffed it into Yan Huan’s arms. “Have fun!” She closed the door without seeking her consent and eagerly got excited about the delicious food she would eat that day.


Holding her purse, Yan Huan reached out to knock on the door; she had forgotten her phone.


Oh, I’ll be fine, she thought as she turned around and went to buy food. She had owed Yi Ling much in her previous life and thus, she wanted to compensate her now, she would do her best and give her whatever she wanted.


Yi Ling, in the house, was swaying her hips and ready to surf Yan Huan’s Weibo.


But… she was rather disappointed, Ah, zero followers on Weibo. What a pity for Huanhuan, a leader without a following.


Huanhuan, meanwhile, had bought a fish, a half chicken, and meat. They were sitting so heavy in her basket that her hand hurt.


Can we finish these? She continued onwards, carrying the groceries.


Honestly, she did feel that there was a little bit too much, but it seemed Yi Ling didn’t think so.