When Shen Chu came out of the company, it was completely dark outside, and a familiar car was parked not far in front of the company.

She curled her lips, raised her legs and walked towards the car.

After just a few steps, Fu Yan got out of the car and walked over.

He was also holding a small bag in his hand. When he got closer, Shen Chu smelled roasted sweet potatoes, very fragrant roasted sweet potatoes.

Fu Yanren is tall and has long legs. He walked up to her in just a few steps, took her hand and touched it. He noticed that her fingers were slightly cold and put the roasted sweet potato he was covering in his hand on her other hand: " The baby's hands are so cold, hold on to warm the baby."

Shen Chu grasped the roasted sweet potato that he stuffed into his palm, raised his hand and shook the fragrant roasted sweet potato: "Can it be eaten, warm baby?"

Fu Yan raised his eyebrows: "Are you hungry?"

Shen Chu shook his head: "I'm not hungry at all."

It’s just that the stuff on my hands smells too good.

Fu Yan looked at her and chuckled: "I made soup for the baby, and it's also very fragrant."

When he said this, his eyes were focused, and he lowered his head just to look at her. There was a hint of a smile in his tone. He lowered his head and almost leaned against her. Shen Chu's ears felt itchy and his cheeks felt hot.

"What a hard-working Mr. Snail."

Fu Yan raised his eyebrows when he heard what she said: "I don't want to be Mr. Snail."

Shen Chu lowered his head and glanced at the roasted sweet potato in his hand, and subconsciously continued to ask: "Then what do you want to do?"

"I want to be Shen Chu's husband."

The word "sir" doesn't mean too much.

But Shen Chu understood what Fu Yan meant. She tilted her head slightly and glanced at him, "Then Mr. Fu still has to work hard."

She is not a little girl of seventeen or eighteen years old, who can be coaxed into the household registration book easily.

"Okay, I will work harder."

The two were talking and laughing. It was such a cold day, and Fu Yan was half-hugging her. Shen Chu didn't even feel the slightest bit of coldness along the way.

The car was parked in a temporary parking space on the side of the road. Fu Yan opened the door and let Shen Chu get in first.

The heating inside the carriage was very warm, which was completely different from the biting cold wind outside.

Shen Chu sat in the car, looked at Fu Yan who walked around from the front of the car to the driver's seat, then lowered his head and glanced at the roasted sweet potatoes in his hand.

She suddenly understood why people in the world like to be favored.

Fu Yan made a pot of chicken soup before going out. As soon as Shen Chu entered the apartment, he could smell the strong smell of chicken soup.

The roasted sweet potatoes on my hands seemed to be less fragrant, and my stomach, which was not hungry at first, also reacted.

Fu Yan served her a bowl of soup and asked her to drink it first while he stir-fried the vegetables.

After dinner, it was still early, and there were thousands of lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Shen Chu looked at it, a little distracted.

She came back to her senses only when Fu Yan hugged her from behind.

Taking advantage of his height, the man easily pulled her into his arms. He lowered his head and pricked her neck with the stubble sprouting from his chin.

Shen Chu felt a little itchy, so he smiled and raised his hand to push his chin away: "It's itchy."

"What are you thinking about, baby?"

When Shen Chu heard what he said, he felt inexplicably guilty.

She glanced at Fu Yan but said nothing.

She was just thinking about when she was a child, when her family of three still lived in a large flat-floor apartment, when she came home from school every day, she would always see her father and mother showing off their affection as if no one was around.

However, she also enjoyed it when she was seven or eight years old. She would also find a husband who loved his wife as much as her father.

But later she married Bo Bo in her twilight years with a lonely attitude. She seemed like an outsider who didn't fit in in the huge Bo family. There was no warm family atmosphere and no husband who loved her.

There was no love, no warmth, and no happiness that she had imagined.

When she got divorced, Shen Chu really never thought that she would have another relationship.

It was Fu Yan, who broke in stubbornly and domineeringly, and then bit by bit turned the fantasy she thought she couldn't have into reality.
Chapter completed!