The most important thing she should do is to teach her husband and children. He wished that every day when he came home from work, he would see her and their children smiling.

Then they rushed at him, and he embraced them, and that was his world, all the world, all happiness, all joy.

……

When Xia Yucheng woke up, it was already half past six in the afternoon.

She lazily stretched her sore body, and subconsciously touched her side, which was empty.

Grabbing the pillow that Feng Hao had slept on, she buried her face in it, and the joy from her heart overflowed from the bottom of her heart.

After lying in bed for a while, she slowly got up, went to the bathroom to wash up, changed her clothes and went downstairs.

There was no shadow of Feng Hao in the living room, and a maid came up and said, "Miss Xia, Mr. Feng is cooking dinner in the kitchen!"

In the kitchen?

Xia Yucheng was stunned and turned to the kitchen.

As she passed by the restaurant, she saw a few dishes on the table that were very much to her taste, and of course the bowl of unpleasant black tonic soup was indispensable.

"Miss Xia, today's dinner was all made by Mr. Feng. ”

As soon as Aunt Mo finished speaking, Feng Hao had already come out of the kitchen, with a plate in his hand containing a steamed grouper.

"Go wash your hands and eat!" he said, putting down his plate and laughing.

"Washed!" Xia Yucheng said and walked up to him, picked off the apron around his waist with his fingers, and whispered in his ear, "Although I like you to cook for me very much, but don't do it in the future!"

"It's okay, if you like it!" he took off his apron, and Aunt Mo quickly took it.

She pursed her lips, knowing that she felt sorry for him. Where does this man belong in the kitchen?

Fenghao's Chinese food skills are still very good, but compared to Xia Yu Orange, it is still a little worse. However, it is very difficult for him to cook, and almost every time he cooks for Xia Yucheng, she is still quite appreciative.

Seeing that she was eating happily and obediently drank the bowl of black tonic soup, the doting smile on Feng Hao's handsome face deepened even more.

He didn't know if they were reconciled like this, and he didn't know if Xia Yucheng would have a relationship with him again.

The only thing he can't control in this world is this woman's heart.

After eating, Xia Yucheng asked the maid to carry a bamboo step to the garden, she lay down on the soft cushions, listened to the crickets in the grass, and looked up at the stars in the sky.

Feng Hao sat next to her, busy in his notebook.

Xia Yucheng looked at the stars, turned sideways to look at Feng Hao, and gently kicked him with his foot.

"What's wrong?" Feng Hao looked up at her.

She patted the side of her head and motioned for him to lie down: "Don't get it, it's important?

Of course, it is important for him to be able to deal with the things that can be handled at night. However, he looked at Xia Yucheng's eyes, which were brighter than Xingzi, raised his hand, closed the laptop and put it aside.

The moment he lay down beside her, he thought that in ancient times, those faint gentlemen who didn't ask about political affairs for the sake of beauty were probably the same as he is now.

"Hao, Wan'er, she ......" she wondered if she should sue him for losing her child, Wan'er was already dead, and it was pointless to pursue it. It's just that Feng Hao is the father of that child, and it seems that he should have the right to know.

"What's wrong with her? What do you want to say?" he reached out and put her on his arm.

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