My Demon Tyrant And Sweet Baby

Chapter 2730

Qingwan stopped running after half a circle outside the Celebrity Garden, instead of hanging out.

Now it's the time when the flowers are blooming and the grass is flourishing.

Apart from the lawn space outside the celebrity Park, which is reserved for private aircraft, there are many green trees planted in other places.

Because the flower period has passed, a lot of Suzuki trees are not good-looking now. Qingwan has not seen the flowers of Suzuki trees. A few months ago, it was very difficult for him to let go of that feeling.

She always pulls out Zhang Xiaolai. By contrast, isn't it more difficult for him to let go?

"You are you, Zhang Xiao is Zhang Xiao. You don't have to learn from her or compare with her. You have your strengths and she has her strengths." Erdonghao said gently, "I'm wrong, too. I shouldn't say that you are inferior to her."

Qing Wan smiled and said, "no, you are telling the truth. I'm not as good as Zhang Xiao."

"Qingwan."

"Dong Hao, last night, we were both wrong. Of course, you are more wrong. If I communicate with you more patiently and patiently, and you can respect me, we won't quarrel at all."

Their husband and wife lack communication. Qingwan thinks she knows erdonghao, but the one she knows is the one who is indifferent to her and the one who loves Zhang Xiao deeply.

Now erdonghao is obviously not the one she knows.

If husband and wife don't communicate, quarrels often happen.

No matter how deep you have feelings, you will always quarrel with each other.

Not to mention that they don't have much deep feelings in this life, and often quarrel only makes each other a stranger. How can such a husband and wife live their whole life? Maybe it's just a couple on the way.

"Qingwan, I'm sorry, I'm wrong."

Erdonghao simply admitted his mistake.

Last night when Qingwan ran away, he regretted it and knew he was wrong.

Qingwan smiled, "I forgive you. Let's go back to breakfast. After breakfast, I will disinfect your wound and change your medicine. Tonight, I will attend the company celebration dinner of Haotian group. Your appearance will affect your handsome."

"I have a wife and family. It doesn't matter whether I'm handsome or not." Er Donghao lets her pull her in.

Qingwan looked at him. "But I like your handsome appearance."

Er Donghao deliberately said, "you like me, you like my face, don't you like me?"

"Yes, I am the one who looks at the face."

Er Donghao looks sad on purpose.

"I asked brother Zhou to help me cook chicken with durian. This chicken soup is delicious. It's sweet and tastes like durian. You can try it later." Qingwan said as she walked.

Erdonghao's face was drawn.

Can he stop drinking?

"Qingwan, you just said that I want to respect you. Can you respect me as well?"

Erdonghao tried to struggle and didn't want to drink chicken soup with durian.

Qingwan looked at him again, and erdonghao remarked, "it's OK. Since you say that chicken soup is good, I'll try it."

Don't you just drink soup? You can't die.

That's right. Durian doesn't smell good.

The conflict between husband and wife comes and goes quickly.

Hand in hand to enter the garden, hand in hand to go upstairs to change clothes, hand in hand to eat breakfast in the basement, in the eyes of anyone, the feelings of the couple are excellent, as good as honey oil.

It's no wonder that people in the celebrity garden are used to the phenomenon that the little couple can easily coax each other.

"My Lord, your soup."

Mr. Zhou smilingly used the largest soup bowl, filled a large bowl of chicken soup and placed it in front of Er Donghao.

"Please taste it, master. It's delicious." Mr. Zhou's eyes are full of ridicule.

The owner hates the smell of durian the most, but his wife asked the owner to drink durian chicken soup. What he thought just now came true. Mr. Zhou really wanted to see how the owner could bear the disgust of drinking this big bowl of chicken soup?

At the sight of such a big bowl of chicken soup, er Donghao took a sip from the corner of his mouth and stared at Mr. Zhou: "so many?"