Ling Yu quickly opened the door, then turned on the light, and Jin Ruge hugged Xiao Qi and returned in.

She stood at the door and wanted to change her shoes, but her ankle was suddenly gently held by a warm big hand. Jin Ruge's whole body trembled, and her expression was a little stiff in an instant. She was stunned for a second or two, but she still changed into slippers with the power of the big hand.

Ling Yu slowly stood up, took off another pair from the shoe cabinet, changed it himself, and then reached out and Xiao Qigui of Jiujiang took it from Jin Ruge's arms without saying anything.

He looked at Jin Ruge's beautiful and exquisite face, and he was slightly shaking, blinking and said softly: "When did you get used to high heels?"

Jin Ruge avoided his hot eyes and walked inside: "People will always change."

After saying that, she had already walked into the living room. Looking around, every view here was exactly the same as when she left, even the color of the curtains and the small bonsai on the windowsill were the same.

She looked at the clothes drying racks on the balcony in a daze, and the plot of Ling Yu holding a small basin hanging on the clothes she had washed one by one.

My nose felt sore and I almost couldn't help but cry again.

Suddenly, a pair of powerful arms poked over from behind her waist. Before she could react, she had already taken her into her arms tightly. Ling Yu stood behind her. He bowed his head slightly and put his head on her shoulders.

The familiar fragrance lingers in the tip of his nose, and the feeling of embracing her in his arms is so real: "Ru Ge, is my Ru Ge, are you back?"

Jin Ruge's waist became tighter and tighter as he slid, and he gradually had difficulty breathing: "My uncle, don't do this, okay?"

"Haha." Ling Yu smiled disapprovingly and said lightly: "Do you remember what I said to you? We are each other's lovers. We love each other and have a healthy child. Under the premise of this relationship, do you think it's too much for me to hold you like this now?"

Jin Ruge stopped talking.

After not seeing each other for three years, he seems to be more and more coquettish and becomes more and more difficult to deal with.

"I remember, you were very tolerant before." Jin Ruge sighed in a daze, suddenly remembered something, and pulled off Ling Yu's arms with force: "Where is your son?"

Ling Yu's arms were empty and she sighed in disappointment: "I'm asleep."

Jin Ruge searched around and found that Xiao Qigui's little body was curled up and fell asleep on the sofa.

She strode away: "What are you doing? It's late autumn. Children don't take off their clothes or cover themselves with quilts when they sleep. This makes it easy to catch a cold and get sick!"

Ling Yu frowned and couldn't help but smile: "You seem to understand very much. I really lack a hostess here."

Jin Ruge gave him a blank look, hugged Heng and hugged his son in his arms, then strode towards the room: "I don't mind finding a stepmother for Xiao Qigui. If you really want to get married, you can give me the child and you can marry someone else!"

Now Jin Ruge can draw oil paintings by herself. With the means of making a living, and with the savings that Jin Moqing makes for her every year, she is not afraid that raising two children will starve to death.

Ling Yu chased her all the way to the bedroom and looked at her with some grievance: "What do you mean, do you just have to be small but not big?"

Jin Ruge glanced at him lightly, feeling helpless: "I'm just afraid that my stepmother will not be good to Xiao Qigui, so if you want to get married, you'd better give him to me."

Ling Yu was even more helpless. He leaned against the door with his head tilted and couldn't figure it out: "Isn't it better to marry me? Our family of three is together and everything is solved!"

"Uncle!" Jin Ruge was a little broken. The man knew that he was her uncle and knew that there was an insurmountable gap between them, but he still provoked her like this and joked with her: "Do you have to sprinkle salt on someone else's wounds?!"

After Jin Ruge finished speaking coldly, Ling Yu suddenly discovered what the key to the problem was.

He looked at Jin Ruge seriously: "Ruge, I will take you to make DNA tomorrow morning. If we have no blood relationship, we will get married, okay?"

Jin Ruge stared at him, then turned around and sat by the bed like anger, helped Xiao Qigui take off his clothes and shoes, and then covered him with a quilt.

Her movements are skillful and gentle, and very thoughtful.

Ling Yu's eyes gradually softened, and he slowly moved closer to her: "Ruge, promise me to try it tomorrow. Anyway, there will be no more serious results than the relationship between uncle and nephew, right?"

Jin Ruge raised her chin irritably: "Can you...,..."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Yu's head suddenly came up and took her lips with her mouth. Jin Ruge was stolen by him, ashamed and annoyed, and then reached out and pushed him away, "What are you doing?!"

Ling Yu looked so angry that she looked so cute, and she seemed to have done her right away. But she disappeared for three years before she appeared. He really didn't want to offend her, so it would be better to be careful.

There was also her fragrant sweetness on her lips: "I'm hungry, so hungry."

He was telling the truth. He hadn't touched a woman for three years, and his buddy was indeed hungry.

Jin Ruge frowned, and looked at his calm and plain eyes when he spoke, and believed it for a moment. Thinking of him being hungry, she felt a little distressed. After tiring up the hair in her ears, she said lightly: "I'll make food for you."

After saying that, under Ling Yu's surprised eyes, she left slowly.

Ling Yu was stunned. How could she cook? Blinking, he chased to the kitchen and was about to speak, saying that he never prepared instant noodles at home, but there was no chance to speak, he saw Jin Ruge take out a few eggs from the refrigerator, then go back to the stove and stand, smash the eggs, pour them into a large bowl, and stir them skillfully. She cut the chopped green onions, then took a pan, put them on and turn on the fire, brushed a layer of oil on the bottom of the pan, poured in the egg liquid, sprinkled with salt, and chopped green onions.

After a while, three round, golden and fragrant egg cakes were ready.

Jin Ruge put them on plate, took a pair of chopsticks, and turned around and met Ling Yu's heartbroken gaze.

She smiled awkwardly, and then said, "Eat some egg cake and keep your stomach."

Ling Yu looked at the egg cake on the plate, which was evenly thick, very soft and elastic, and none of them was damaged or muddy. At first glance, it was made often.

Blinking, he reached out to take it, his face turning gloomy.

When she was by his side, he couldn't bear to burn a pot of boiling water, and even a handkerchief she couldn't bear to wash. What did she have experienced in the past three years? She actually cooked by herself and made such a good meal.

Ling Yu picked up a little and sent it to his mouth to taste it. His eyes suddenly turned red and he said in a hoarse voice: "It's delicious, thank you."
Chapter completed!