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After driving for a while, Chu Ci realized that something was not right, and she subconsciously asked, "Don't you go home?"

Fu Heng looked down at the piece: "Go back to my house." ”

He didn't look up as he spoke, looking at the piece in his hand.

At the end, he added: "The children are all in my house." ”

Chu porcelain, "......"

Fu Heng is simply threatening her with a child.

The car drove to Yujingyuan, where Fu Heng has always lived and has not moved.

In the past four years, Yicheng has developed a lot of new villa complexes, and Fu Heng's own company has developed a lot, but he has been living here because of nostalgia.

Chu Ci's heart sank, and he had an indescribable feeling.

For Fu Heng, she can't be as indifferent as she said before.

Even if she wanted to escape, Fu Heng invaded her life all the time.

It's like a dense net, and she can't break free.

When the door opened, the two children were sitting in the huge living room on the first floor, playing games.

Chu Ci found that the home seemed to have been redecorated again, and the furniture had changed from the original European-style cold colors to a warm pastoral style.

She couldn't help but look at Fu Heng.

Fu Heng pursed his lips lightly, "Go in!"

When the two children playing in the living room saw them come back, Mianmian immediately said, "Mom, are you here too?"

Chu Ci snorted, walked over gently, and touched her head: "When did you come?" ”

Mianmian glanced at Fu Heng, then at Chu Ci, and whispered: "In the afternoon, my uncle said that my mother was going to his house, so he took me and my brother first." ”

She remembers asking, "Why did Mom go to your house?"

Fu Heng replied seriously at the time: "Because my mother is sick." ”

It's almost six o'clock in the evening, and the weather outside is gloomy, Fu Heng unbuttoned his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves: "Chu Ci, you play with the child for a while, and I'll cook." ”

Chu Ci thought that his ears were hallucinating, no, Fu Heng said that he was going to cook?

She didn't feel Fu Heng's cooking skills much before, after all, the president has a lot of opportunities and doesn't cook often, but it seems that her skills are better than her.

Fu Heng immediately glanced at her: "What do you want to eat at night, there are fresh ingredients in the refrigerator." ”

Chu Ci thought for a while, "It's good to make a few simple dishes, I want to eat scrambled eggs with onions." ”

"Yes, boys!"

Chu Ci turned his face and asked, "Babies, what do you want to eat." ”

Mianmian immediately spoke, "I want soup." ”

"Cabbage meatball soup. ”

Fu Heng's face was always a gentle smile, and he nodded: "Okay, I'll go to the kitchen." ”

Chu Ci also hurriedly stood up: "I'll go to wash rice and cook rice!"

In fact, she has also fantasized about this kind of life, having a complete and warm home.

It is best to have two lovely children, a boy and a girl.

Now she felt closer and closer to her own requirements and expectations, but for some reason it felt a little distant and unpredictable.

Chu Ci shook his head, threw away the complicated years in his mind, and followed Fu Heng into the kitchen.

The kitchen is full of pots and pans, and it seems that no one has used it.

She couldn't help but ask, "Do you cook at home?"

"Well, I cook my own meals on weekends. ”

Fu Heng took out two eggs from the refrigerator and ordered, "The rice is in the cabinet over there." ”

Chu Ci scooped two and a half tubes of rice and put them in the rice cooker, and Fu Heng had already beaten eggs over there.

When washing rice, Chu Ci couldn't help but cast his gaze over, but seeing that he looked focused and very serious.

No matter what he does, Fu Heng always takes it with an extremely serious attitude.

once met such a man when she was in love at the beginning and was ignorant of love and marriage, and she didn't know whether it was lucky or unfortunate for her.

Luckily, there was one.

Unfortunately, you will never love someone again after letting go.

Chu Ci stuffed the meal and was ready to wash his hands and go out, but seeing Fu Heng busy there alone, he felt that he was not too embarrassed to leave it alone.

Anyway, sitting there would be cranky thoughts, so Chu Ci simply said: "I'll help you, give you a start, I'll cut the onion!"

Fu Heng nodded: "Well, I'll go to the refrigerator to see if there is any meat." ”

When peeling the onion, Chu Ci endured it all the time and didn't smell the pungent smell.

When Fu Heng walked in, he saw her and the onion struggling, her eyes tightly closed, and she looked pained.

He shook his head and hooked the corners of his lips: "I'll come!"

Chu Ci hurriedly put down the onion, blinked his eyes, and forced two tears out of his eyes: "It's really exciting." ”

Fu Heng smiled lightly and did not speak.

Chu Ci felt that his expression was full of disgust, and she pursed the corners of her mouth: "Then I'll turn on the range hood and put the oil in." ”

"No, you go out with the kids!"

Chu Ci withdrew her hand a little stupidly, and saw that a thin layer of fine sweat had appeared on Fu Heng's forehead, and she hurriedly said, "I'll wipe your sweat!"

Fu Heng bent down.

Chu Ci took out a tissue, raised his hand, and wiped a thin layer of fine sweat on his forehead for him, but before he could finish wiping it, the man's face changed instantly.

Fu Heng's eyes were slightly red.

"You didn't peel onions without washing your hands. ”

Chu Ci immediately withdrew his hand, "Oh, it's true." ”

Fu Heng, "......"

I wiped his sweat without washing my hands, and now his eyes are so irritated that they almost burst into tears.

Looking at Fu Heng's painful look of wanting to shed tears, Chu Ci couldn't hold back and laughed.

It's not that she has no conscience, but she feels that she is really good.

Fu Heng's face changed several times, and he almost gritted his teeth and said, "You are still smiling?"

Chu Ci immediately stopped smiling, "No laughing, no laughing, you heard it wrong." ”

She held out her hand and said, "Wipe your tears!"

Fu Heng hurriedly took a step back, "No, I'll do it myself." ”

Chu Ci felt that she was disgusted again, so she left the kitchen in a gloomy manner.

Baozi sat on the sofa watching cartoons, saw his mother's gray expression, and asked, "Mom, didn't you say you were going to help?"

Chu Ci smiled embarrassedly: "He can do it alone." ”

"Oh!" Baozi nodded, "Isn't it too stupid to be disgusted." ”

Chu porcelain, "......"

She reached out to pinch Baozi's face: "How can I be disliked?"

It's just that as soon as he touched Baozi's face, he rolled and dodged it.

Baozi wrinkled a small face with a look of disgust, "You have poisonous hands, don't touch me." ”

Chu porcelain, "......"

Is this another time I was disgusted by my own son?

There was no way, Chu Ci had to wash his hands and come back, only to see that Baozi's disgusted eyes were slightly better.

This kid is really annoying, and his disgusted little eyes are exactly the same as his father's.

Baozi climbed into her lap, looked at the busy man in the kitchen and asked, "Mom, shall we eat here tonight and then go home?"

Chu Ci also glanced at the kitchen, then withdrew his gaze and said, "It's okay to stay here tonight?"

Of course the bun said yes.

He leaned into Chu Ci's ear and whispered, "Mom, I saw your picture in the upstairs room just now." ”

Chu Ci's heart trembled.

Baozi held her face, "Mom, is my uncle going to be a father?" ”

Chu Ci was stunned, she really couldn't give a clear answer to the question of buns.

The child is still young, probably because he doesn't understand the grievances and hatreds of adults, and he just likes Fu Heng very much.

Chu Ci touched his face, "I don't know, does Baozi like him?"

Bun nodded, "I like it very much." ”

It's only been a few days, and I've gone from liking it to liking it.

Half an hour later, Fu Heng walked out of the kitchen.

Dinner was about as good as ever.

Fu Heng made a scrambled egg with onion and a bok choy meat ball soup. There is also a serving of boiled fish.

I have to say that Fu Heng's cooking skills are really good, especially the boiled fish fillet.

It's spicy and fragrant.

Originally, Chu Ci didn't eat much at night in order to maintain her figure, but today when her hand reached into the bowl containing rice, she found that something was not right.

So she immediately took her hand back.

Fu Heng looked at her in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Chu Ci was a little embarrassed: "I seem to have eaten a little too much." ”

Fu Heng didn't care: "You only eat half a bowl of rice, how can you call it too much." ”

He saw Chu Ci's thoughts and said, "Are you afraid of gaining weight, you are so thin and don't have a few taels of meat, you should eat more." ”

Then he naturally took Chu Ci's bowl and filled her with another bowl of rice.

Chu Ci wants to forget it, eat as much as you want!

She took a slice of boiled fish and put it in a bowl and asked, "How do you make this boiled fish, it's delicious." Fu Heng had a very calm expression on his face, and he didn't look like a big deal. He raised his eyebrows and said, "The process is still quite complicated, I can teach you next time." ”

Chu Ci suddenly came up and asked, "Do you have to heat the oil first, then put the seasoning, and finally put the fish fillets in?"

Fu Heng snorted: "The process is very complicated, I can't tell you for a while, next time you want to eat it, I'll make it for you." ”

After listening to the bun that was eating silently on the side, he raised his face and looked at Fu Heng with deep meaning.

Fu Heng did not shy away from his son's gaze. Speaking of Zhiyan, your mother said that you are very good at chess, right?

Baozi lowered his head in fear

I always feel that Fu Heng is not well-intentioned.

Sure enough, Fu Heng said in the next sentence: "You can teach me after dinner later." ”

Baozi didn't know that this was a trap, thinking that Fu Heng really wanted to teach himself, so as soon as he finished eating, he couldn't wait to pull Fu Heng to show him how to play Go

Chu Ci waved his hand: "You guys, I'll clean it up."

There were a lot of dishes today, so Chu Ci threw them into the dishwasher and wiped the kitchen counter by the way

Then her gaze fell on a packet of spices.

Pick it up and take a look

It reads.

Just a small packet will allow you to make authentic boiled fish with full color and flavor.