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"I am willing. I can take care of my wife myself."

Money can't buy it for me, so I'm willing to cook it for you, and I'm willing to cook for you, so I'm willing.

The flamboyant and arrogant Feng Shukuang never regards rules as rules. He dotes on his wife and does whatever he wants, leaving aside secular ethics.

Holding Feng Shukuang's back tightly, Mo Qianchen deeply smelled the scent of Feng Shukuang's body. This was her man, hers.

Feeling Mo Qianchen's tight embrace, Feng Shukuang took a small dot from the counter, turned around and fed it into Mo Qianchen's mouth, while saying warmly: "Why don't you sleep a little longer?"

I was so tired yesterday, why did I wake up so early today?

Mo Qianchen ate the little bits Feng Shukuang fed him, while rubbing his cheek against Feng Shukuang's shoulder: "You're not here."

When you are not around, you will wake up naturally.

After hearing this, Feng Shukuang couldn't help but bow his head and kissed Mo Qianchen, and said cautiously: "I will stay with you from now on."

I'll stay with you from now on. Such simple words, but they were so beautiful that Mo Qianchen's heart almost flew out of his chest.

Okay, great, this feels so good.

It is love that is not earth-shattering, nor passionate collisions that involve narrow escapes from death. This is a kind of ordinary love that belongs to life.

Waking up every morning and having your lover prepare delicious meals for you is a real happiness.

"Is it delicious?" Feng Shukuang pondered for a moment without hearing Mo Qianchen's words, and looked at Mo Qianchen anxiously.

This is my first time making it, so I don’t know if it tastes good or not.

Mo Qianchen looked up at Feng Shukuang. The little bit in her mouth did not taste very good, but it was delicious. It was the best she had ever tasted: "It's delicious, the best."

Mo Qianchen smiled and arched his eyebrows, giving Feng Shukuang the brightest smile.

Feng Shukuang breathed a sigh of relief and stuffed another one into Mo Qianchen's mouth: "As long as it tastes good."

With a small dot wrapped in her mouth, Mo Qianchen rubbed Feng Shukuang's shoulder: "Do it for me forever."

"Okay, for life."

For the rest of your life, make a promise and never regret it.

It’s not about coping, it’s not about being perfunctory, but it’s about being honest, saying what you say, making food for your wife, washing your hands and making soup for your beloved. This in no way diminishes the momentum of a great man, let alone reduces it in any way.

Noble status.

Being able to spend your whole life working for someone you love and who loves you is a kind of luck and a kind of happiness.

The morning light shone from the window, wrapping the two people embracing in the brilliant morning glow, as beautiful as a dream.

The rising sun shines in the sky, full of passion.

After an affectionate breakfast, Feng Shukuang and Mo Qianchen couldn't be affectionate anymore. Why? Because they got Shuishui back.

Sitting on a chair in the hall, Shui Shui watched Feng Shukuang carefully hold Mo Qianchen in his arms, with water almost dripping from her little face. Damn it, she had defended her senior sister's chastity all night. Unexpectedly

It was lost like this, lost.

The fat baby climbed on Mo Qianchen's body, sniffing here and there, then raised his little head and said tangledly: "Mom, you smell like daddy."

This smell is not that smell, it is the smell that has been deeply ingrained in Mo Qianchen's body.

Mo Qianchen's face was already red from being stared at by Shui Shui, but when he heard what the fat baby said, his face couldn't help but turn redder, and he had no choice but to turn around and glare at Feng Shukuang.
Chapter completed!