Song Qingyou had to admit that she often couldn't resist Fu Wenzhou's enthusiasm.

Such as this time.

He talks nonsense all the time. Song Qingyou is used to sticking to the rules. Never has he ever been so deviant.

Staying with Fu Wenzhou like this every day made Song Qingyou feel like she was letting out a lot.

She pursed her lips, feeling too embarrassed to talk to Fu Wenzhou about this, so she simply pretended not to hear and avoided the other's hot eyes.

Fu Wenzhou saw that her ears were slightly red and the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and he stretched out his hands to take the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

"This is your favorite fish porridge, try it to see if it tastes good."

Song Qingyou's eyebrows moved slightly, and the tip of her nose was sour. This person seemed to always remember what she liked to eat, what she didn't like to eat, and all her little habits.

Fu Wenzhou gently took a spoonful and put it into her mouth with great care.

She didn't like to eat ginger, so every time he would cut the ginger slices very finely and put them in to cook together, and then pick them out one by one after they were cooked.

In order to prevent her from tasting the ginger taste, he had to stir constantly while making it and cover the smell with the sweetness of the fish.

The process was very tedious, but Fu Wenzhou enjoyed it.

Song Qingyou's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the millet melted in her mouth, sweetening her heart.

Fu Wenzhou responded with a hoarse voice: "Is it delicious?"

Song Qingyou nodded and said sincerely: "It's delicious."

Fu Wenzhou chuckled and said, "It's delicious. Can I cook it for you every day?"

Song Qingyou looked down at the delicious porridge in the bowl, clenched her chopsticks with her fingers, "I will also learn to cook it for you in the future."

Fu Wenzhou was slightly stunned and said nothing.

Song Qingyou thought he didn't want to, so she lowered her eyes, pursed her lips lightly, and a trace of disappointment flashed in her eyes.

Just when she was having random thoughts.

"No need." Fu Wenzhou said in a low voice, "I can't bear to do it."

I can't bear to let her do housework, I can't let her cook, I can't let her be tired, and I can't let her be bullied.

Song Qingyou was stunned, as if she had never thought that Fu Wenzhou would answer this.

She reached out and touched his face, with a smile on her lips: "Why is the puppy so good?"

Fu Wenzhou continued to feed her and let her touch him like a child: "Aren't you always so good?"

Song Qingyou raised her eyebrows slightly, moved her hands away from his face, took the bowl and chopsticks in his hand to eat by herself, and said two words decisively: "No."

Fu Wenzhou, who was about to enjoy his master's touch and praise, said: "?"

How could things go differently than he imagined?

After dinner, Song Qingyou went to the backyard with Fu Wenzhou. Summer had just begun, and the flowers and plants planted before had not grown yet, so the yard looked empty.

Fu Wenzhou held Song Qingyou's waist, walked in the quiet path of the backyard, and asked, "Where are you going to Yun Nian?"

Song Qingyou nodded: "Yes."

After a pause, he looked at the flower garden again and said, "When will it bloom?"

Fu Wenzhou said: "Autumn."

Song Qingyou held her head and thought for a while, then asked: "Will we open it when we get married?"

When Fu Wenzhou heard this, he curled his lips and said, "Of course I will."

He had already chosen the time, so why didn't he open it?

Song Qingyou smiled, and just as she was about to speak, her cell phone rang.

She took a look and saw that it was Jiang Xun.

Song Qingyou gestured to Fu Wenzhou and answered the phone.

"Jiang Xun?"

Jiang Xun's voice came quickly over there, with a serious tone:

"There's something wrong with that project in the eastern suburbs."

"What?" Song Qingyou didn't react for a moment.
Chapter completed!