Married To a Wealthy Handicapped Old Attacker [ Danmei MTL ]

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Ji Jingyan gave him a set of regular white T-shirts. Because of his illness, most of his pants were trousers, with only a pair of cropped trousers.

They were bought when there was no accident a few years ago. Most of the previous clothes and pants was thrown away, this was a fish that slipped through the net, but it happened to be cheaper than Jinghuai.

Jing Huai put on a T-shirt and found that it was very big. Ji Jingyan should be taller than 1.85 meters. He is only 1.78 meters.

The hem is almost covering his buttocks.

Fortunately, he has a good figure, wide shoulders, narrow waist, and good legs. Long, can hold. Looking in the mirror, the trousers are wide-legged, and the hem is loose, with an inexplicable taste of hip-hop.

Although it's not his boyfriend's shirt, his husband's T-shirt is also good. Jing Huai is very satisfied.

When coming out of the cloakroom, Ji
Jingyan exclaimed. "It looks good." 

Jing Huai immediately released a rainbow fart. "It is your good vision, this fabric, this style, this taste, you are the international stylist, the international stylist. No. 1 in China!"

Ji Jingyan's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't know if he received the signal from Jing Huai.

He turned his wheelchair and drove towards the kitchen, and asked, "You can do anything you want at noon. The refrigerator is full."

Jing Huai, who didn't get a response, was not discouraged, and followed.

"Chinese food, I won't Make western food."

The two came to the Chinese-style kitchen, and Jing Huai opened the large built-in refrigerator, almost stunned that there was no stuff in it.

Each layer of the fresh-keeping layer is filled with fresh ingredients, and there are all kinds of them, which is comparable to a small vegetable market. 

There are no miscellaneous drinks, not even the must-have beer in summer, and healthy life is doubtful.

Sure enough, it was quite full.

He found out the materials he needed and was about to wash, but saw Ji Jingyan standing by the door.

"What's the matter?"

Ji Jingyan raised his hand, and Jing Huai saw that he was still holding something. It was a red, pink and white plaid apron, which was quite new.

Jing Huai didn't pay attention to cooking, never wore an apron, and changed his clothes accidentally when oil spilled on them.

He looked down at the T-shirt he was wearing. The T-shirt was not brand new, but it was well kept, and it seemed to have a faint smell of laundry detergent and men's perfume.

Jing Huai took the apron and thanked him, and put it on unskillfully, and when he squeezed it, he found that there was a teddy bear pattern on his chest.

Weirdly cute.

He couldn't help but smile.

Before, Jinghuai had always lived by himself.

In order to save some food, he brought his own food to the company.

The stomach was so squeamish that he couldn't eat the overnight meal, so he could only make it early the next day, and his movements were fast and skillful.

When turning on the range hood, Jing Huai waved to Ji Jingyan. "You go to the restaurant and wait, and you will smell like oily smoke later."

Ji Jingyan did not speak, and quietly manipulated the wheelchair to leave.