Heart Hunting Game: His Hot Sweet Wife

Sansa Ran looked at him like this and was a bit apprehensive, standing still and not knowing what to do.

“Dad …” Jeffrey looked at Dean Lan somewhat cautiously and anxiously reached out and grabbed the corner of Dean Lan’s shirt.

He saw Dean Lan did not say anything, some lost and lowered his head, eyes full of aggression, dad ignored him, it was all the fault of that Mr. Dan.

Jeffrey inwardly and secretly gave Dan a few more notes.

Dean Lan looked at the two people in front of him with an uneasy look on their faces, even if there is anger in the heart can not be sent out. In the end, he could only sigh helplessly in his heart.

Just as the atmosphere was getting dull, Dean Lan calmly rubbed Jeffrey’s hair.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

As if not hearing anything blandly spoke: “Well, go eat, or the food is cold.”

Sansa Ran gave him a somewhat stunned look and was surprised that he was not angry?

Jeffrey, after all, is a child at heart. When he heard Dean Lan say he could go to dinner, his eyes instantly lit up and he looked like he was salivating.

“Okay, okay, Jeffrey has to go wash his hands first know?” Sansa Ran saw Jeffrey this look, some helpless smile, spoke to remind.

“Oh, got it!” Jeffrey nodded obediently and turned to run off to wash his hands.

Dean Lan looked fixedly at Sansa Ran, as if she was saying something, with a few moments of suppressed tyranny hidden under his eyes.

“Well,, that, you also wash your hands to eat …” Sansa Ran bit her lips, wanted to explain, but in the end, only uttered this paragraph.

Dean Lan twitched his fingers, more than a little frustrated: “Can’t you say something I want to hear?” He glanced at Sansa Ran with a somewhat resigned expression on his face, like a large dog on the prowl.

She froze, was she wrong, she actually saw grief in his eyes? He was actually commiserating?

“Say what? What do you want to hear? …” Sansa Ran’s mind became a little confused even under such a big visual impact.

Dean Lan is so angry, he simply loves and hates her, and wants to crack her head open to see what’s inside.

“What’s wrong …” looking at his sudden change of face, Sansa Ran some heart shrunken neck, quietly back a few steps.

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely frozen.

“Mom, I’m done washing up, can we eat?” Jeffrey ran over at the crucial moment, breaking the frozen air, and the suffocating feeling that made her almost breathless quietly disappeared.

“Yes, come on, let’s go eat.” Sansa Ran took Jeffrey’s hand as if relieved and walked to the table with some hasty steps.

Jeffrey tilted his head and looked at Sansa Ran who looked a bit strange, and then looked at Dean Lan who looked a bit ugly, and frowned in distress, what was wrong with mom and dad?

Jeffrey thought of this, the original leaping face also sank, became good and quiet.

Sansa Ran was slightly surprised that Jeffrey, who was always so active and outgoing, was so quiet at the table.

The silence spread through the air like a virus at breakneck speed.

Jeffrey actually wanted to talk, but he was afraid that mom and dad would get angry, and could only be a rare quiet meal, his eyes had lit up like two small bulbs at the moment he tasted the food.

The cheeks are bulging, like a small, gluttonous hamster, making people happy to look at it.

Dean Lan saw this scene and a hint of smugness flashed under his eyes, “Jeffrey, which is better, my cooking or Dan’s?”

He suddenly opened his mouth, with a bit of smugness, like a small child asking for candy.

When Sansa Ran heard this, she was speechless. This guy, could he be more childish? But to be honest, she did prefer Dean Lan’s cooking, which was more to her liking.

Jeffrey had a hard time swallowing the meal in his mouth, and his little face was full of satisfaction: “Daddy made it better.” The voice was unadulterated with a hint of falsehood.

“Really?” Dean Lan added with a raised eyebrow.

“Really.” Jeffrey nodded vigorously, hesitated, and still said, “Although, Mr. Dan’s Japanese food is also delicious, but I still prefer Dad’s cooking.”

“Good boy, if you like it, daddy will cook it for you often in the future, so don’t go to eat that Mr. Dan’s cooking, okay?” Dean Lan took the opportunity to speak, his voice full of compelling meaning.

Jeffrey, who was no match for the old fox, foolishly nodded in agreement and volunteered that he would never let Sansa Ran eat Dan’s food again either.

Sansa Ran “… Jeffrey, eat and leave your dad alone.” She said with some headache, naturally seeing that Dean Lan’s jealousy had tipped over.

“Mom, Mr. Dan’s food is really not as good as Dad’s.” Jeffrey looked at Sansa Ran with a serious face and said, that look at Sansa Ran helpless.

“Yes, yes, yes, your father does make the best food, so come on and eat.” She could only go along with Jeffrey’s words then.

The little man then lowered his head in satisfaction and began to struggle with the bowl of rice again.

Sansa Ran’s breath was not finished when she noticed Dean Lan’s burning eyes across the room, and her heart immediately stuttered.

Raising her head, she bumped into his deep eyes, reflecting her appearance with a drowning tenderness and deep love, almost drowning her in this tenderness.

Looking at her dumbfounded look, Dean Lan was finally satisfied, with a satisfied smile on his face and joy in his eyebrows and eyes.

Sansa Ran almost fled, running to the kitchen on the pretext of washing her hands, and stayed there for half a day.

“Wife …” Sansa Ran, who had just calmed down and came out of the kitchen, almost ran into the kitchen again in shock when she heard Dean Lan’s name.

“Dean Lan, what are you shouting nonsense for?” Sansa Ran gave him a blank look and walked over to Jeffrey to sit down again for dinner.

“What did I yell nonsense about? You’re Jeffrey’s mom, I’m Jeffrey’s dad, aren’t you my wife?” Dean Lan raised his eyebrows and said in a serious manner.

Sansa Ran was quite speechless by his words, but did not retort, after all, Jeffrey is still here, in front of the child, she can not say anything, right?

“No more jokes, Sansa, go back to the villa to stay, don’t leave.” Dean Lan suddenly changed the subject, and his voice softened with inexhaustible tenderness.

“Huh?” Sansa Ran was a bit unresponsive and didn’t seem to hear what he was saying.

“I said, go back to the villa and stay there, don’t leave.” Dean Lan repeated again, with an undeniable seriousness and insistence.