I love the vegetables I bought at the market after work in the evening, because today is the first day, and I am still a little nervous.

Most men hope that their wives can be the first time, but obviously, love is not, she and Wang Zimo have been in love for six years and have lived together for four years, and they are no longer innocent girls.

Although this marriage is a bit reckless, she is still looking forward to it, she is also a very traditional woman in her bones, she finds a husband to marry, has a child to live a good life, and is filial to both parents, she thinks so simple.

Zhong Qing kept looking at his mobile phone, Mo Yichen said that he would get home at about seven o'clock, and Zhong Qing became more and more worried.

She bought a lot of fruits, and when she came back, she was busy, wanting to cook a satisfactory meal, although her favorite cooking skills were not very good, but she still wanted to be able to play extraordinarily, if Mo Yichen was satisfied, she would be satisfied.

Zhongqing's requirements are not too high, Zhongqing is busy in the kitchen, looking at the time, there is still half an hour, she can just take a shower.

Mo Yichen entered the door at seven o'clock, and he was really punctual, and even going home was like attending a meeting, and he liked to see that his face was not very good, thinking if something had happened to his company.

But I didn't ask in the past, Zhong Qing knew that even if I asked, I wouldn't be able to help, and besides, men don't like women to ask about their business, and she didn't ask when she was with Wang Zimo before.

"Wash your hands and eat. ”

Mo Yichen changed his slippers and went up to the second floor, and then he never came down, Zhong Qing could hear him angry on the second floor, and his voice was very rushed, she stood on the first floor, looked up, and felt that she was very embarrassed at this time.

Waiting until 7:40, Mo Yichen still had no intention of coming down to eat, and she was busy from work until she was hungry.

However, after all, it is the first day, and I can't eat it myself, I love to look at the table of dishes I made, and I can't say that I am complaining, but there must be dissatisfaction.

Women also love to worry about these small issues.

Zhong Qing stood there, getting more and more stiff, she suddenly didn't understand, why did Mo Yichen marry her?

I like her, but as soon as I got the certificate, I went on a business trip, and he didn't know if it was the day he set?

This time, when I entered the door, I had already seen a table of food she cooked, and I didn't pay attention to it, and I kept talking on the phone when I went up.

I know he's busy, but I'm so considerate of her who has been waiting for him to eat, okay?

I love a hot heart, and now I have been poured a basin of cold water, and my whole heart is cold from head to toe.

Zhong Ai took another look upstairs, listened to the voice, and sat down at the dinner table without the slightest intention of hanging up the phone.

Most people will feel a sense of accomplishment when they make such a table of dishes, and no matter whether they are good at the craft or not, they will think that what they have made must be the most delicious.

I think the same way, the more I smell, the more fragrant I get, and the more I look at it, the hungrier I get.

Zhong Qing is also a tempered person, otherwise he wouldn't be so stiff with Wang Zimo, look at the time, it's almost eight o'clock, your old man doesn't eat, but I'm really hungry, don't wait!

After a bowl of rice, eat it yourself, the dish tastes good, but it is cold, otherwise it will definitely taste better.

When Zhongqing was about to finish eating, Mo Yichen came down from upstairs slowly, and saw that Zhongqing had already eaten first, his brows furrowed, obviously very dissatisfied.

These two people, one with his head down, the other with his face pulled, look like newlyweds, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are enemies.