Manman turned her head back suspiciously.
Her husband's smiling eyes were filled with tenderness as he looked at her and said, "You don't know how beautiful you are like this, not even a fairy descending to earth could match your beauty."
Tomato red, Manman's face flushed instantly. She turned away, "Stop your sweet talk. I'm cooking here. If I mix up the salt and sugar later, you can't blame me."
Jiang Yan didn't care and wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing in her scent to recharge.
Manman had to divert her husband's attention, "Godmother was saying that you're busy all day and she doesn't know with what. Besides work, what else are you busy with?"
In the past few days, Jiang Yan indeed had been coming home late, so suspicions were quite normal.
"I told you at the office, didn't I? Overtime," Jiang Yan said.