The doorbell rings,

"It must be that the gentleman is back. Sister Lin happily ran to open the door.

It's dark outside.

Jiang Nanchu called the driver to calculate the time when he got home before starting to cook, and he came back as soon as the food was served on the table.

Jiang Nan was a little apprehensive in her heart, although this kind of life was what she had dreamed of, but suddenly it was really in front of her, this kind of most ordinary relationship between husband and wife with one vegetable and one meal was so strange to her.

Draw matches and light the snow-white candles on the candlesticks one by one, and the dancing flames melt the candles instantly.

The candle tears melted into a whirlpool, and Jiang Nanchu's shadow was reflected on the wall.

Jiang Nanchu stretched out his hand and compared the hand shadow of V, the corners of his mouth curled and his fingers turned into a cute rabbit.

"Sir, you came back as soon as Madame cooked. Sister Lin's voice sounded, followed by the sound of changing shoes.

When the footsteps came, Jiang Nanchu saw Fu Zekai walking into the restaurant.

She gently shook off the fire matches, and wore a tender green dress, which was the dress given to her by Fu Zekai.

It was a seasonal staple of her teenage favourite label, and the supple material was cut to envelop her slender figure.

When she moved in, when she walked into the locker room, she saw half of the walls covered with Fu Zekai's clothes.

The other half, hung some women's clothes.

She knew that it was prepared for him by him, the style was bright and colorful, suitable for her figure and her taste, she didn't expect him to know her so well.

She hadn't worn this kind of name tag for years, so when she went to school, she never wore the clothes he had prepared for her.

Because the school has always been a place full of gossip and demons, if she suddenly wears tens of thousands of skirts, God knows what her classmates will think.

One day, she overslept and walked in a hurry, so she took the large paper bag of Double C that she had placed at the entrance the day before and packed the materials she was going to take to school.

When she walked into the dormitory building, some girls frequently looked back at her, and she thought that something had grown on her face.

Later, Xiao Ke and Chen Bi gossiped with her, and heard that a girl carried a huge Chanel black paper bag, which was too ostentatious.

If it's not a bag that vanity bought on a certain treasure, it's the legendary girl who drove a Porsche.

Jiang Nanchu was silent when he listened, and Li Xiaoke Chen Bi saw that she was not gossiping with them as cheaply as before, so she suddenly realized: "Fanta, that person can't be you!"

Jiang Nanchu pulled out the bag from under the bed with a dark face, and said: "I played a bunch of papers at home that day, and I didn't want to fold it in my schoolbag, so I went with this bag, a paper bag, is it so exaggerated? ”

In the past, because her mother was in line with the principle of her daughter's wealth, all the brands she wore and held in her hands were extravagant brands.

Although the father's education of his daughter is not completely appropriate, he sees that his daughter does not have excessive pursuit of these things, so he happily looks at his beautiful and lovely baby girl and delicate daughter-in-law like a little princess to achieve the purpose of maintaining her eyeballs.

Only later, it all ended.

Jiang Nanchu waved goodbye to the luxury and happiness of the past, and since then she has been strong and supported by one person, making her life extremely simple and ordinary.

Today, because of Fu Zekai's relationship, she regained her old life and was not happy. She found that she had long lost the mood and desire to pursue these things, but when she was with Fu Zekai, she would wear exquisite elegance to reach his aesthetic level.

Fu Zekai stood at the dining table and looked at Jiang Nanchu who was looking at him with his cheeks on the opposite side of the candlelight.

A pretty face with a faint smile, to be honest, I'm used to seeing her always bright or naughty or bad looking smiling face.

Such a demure and ladylike smile, he felt that it was a little strange.....

Fu Zekai looked at the dishes on the table in surprise and asked, "This is?"

"How about what I did?" Jiang Nanchu smiled, revealing a hint of naughtiness, which made Fu Zekai feel relieved, she still has that smile, thank God!

"Really?" Fu Zekai said with a joke.

The dishes on the table are exquisitely thoughtful and can be regarded as a work of art.

He knows her craft, and it seems that she has really worked hard today, which makes him very comfortable, and his heart is so warm that he sweats.

In fact, many years ago, she ran into his house, made the kitchen chickens and dogs jump, and forced him to eat the same burnt dishes as □□.

He got up angrily, threw his chopsticks and ran away from the door, and the nightmarish impression is still very deep.

Looking at the flickering candlelight in Fu Zekai's eyes, it was like two demon mirrors.

Jiang Nanchu couldn't bear the pressure, lowered his head and spread his hands, like a deflated ball, bowed his head and said, "Okay, Sister Lin taught me by hand." ”

"It's all my wife's hands, I'm just doing it. Sister Lin helped beside her, "I'll go back first, Mr. and Mrs. have a good meal." ”

Fu Zekai washed his hands and changed his clothes very quickly, which made Jiang Nan's little heart gradually stabilized.

All this at least shows that he no longer hates her hospitality.

Watch him change into a blue polo shirt and white shorts and walk out.

She looked up and down, pointed her fingers at her chin and smiled, thinking proudly in her heart, is this a couple shirt with me? The education of the American emperor is really good, and it makes Fu's corpse become decorating.

Fu Zekai holds a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, starting with the steak, with elegant and steady movements, as if creating a work of art, gentle and gentle.

Jiang Nanchu swallowed his saliva, the steak was fried for five minutes, and when he saw blood under the knife, he cursed in his heart.

Looking at the steak, she began to suffer from an occupational illness, as if she were looking at a part of a creature on the dissecting table.

"Next time you can fry the steak until it's medium-rare. Fu Zekai moved his wrist lightly, put his slender index finger on the knife, cut off a small piece of meat, saw if there was no blood, and stretched the fork in front of her.

Jiang Nanchu was stunned for a moment, blinked her eyes, opened her mouth to swallow the beef, the tender taste and rich aroma of wine made her break the sense of rejection just now.

She laughed dryly, "So you... I like medium-rare ones. ”

"I thought you guys in the medical department should have gotten used to it. Fu Zekai's tone was as light as water, and he looked up at Jiang Nanchu and smiled more and more.

Jiang Nanchu suddenly realized, and lowered his head embarrassedly, "You saw through it, I'm sorry, I hope it won't spoil your appetite." ”

"It was delicious. Fu Zekai forked a piece of steak into his mouth, acted gentlemanly, and cut off a piece of steak without blood, and put it on her plate, Jiang Nan's heart was warm.

When he was a child, he was like an angel in an oil painting, with concave eyebrows and eyes, warm and pure, but unfortunately he was polluted by her demon every day, so the angel spit on her.

And now in this huge dining room, only the faint light of the candlestick illuminated, and his shadow reflected on the snow-white walls.

Slightly swaying with the beating of the candlelight, the orange candlelight reflected his handsome face, like a medieval vampire seducing her senses.