Yang Liu and his entourage of four people went all the way at high speed, and the journey of three bells was completed in everyone's talk and laughter. Yang Liu said goodbye to Shuzhen and Xiaolan at the previous luxury hotel, and took back his car and came back with He Ping. He sent He Ping home, bought vegetables by the way, and returned to his home at five o'clock in the evening. His wife and children haven't come back yet, and his phone call to Suyi is still off, so he shouldn't have gotten off the plane yet, Yang Liu thought to himself.

The house has not been occupied for more than half a month, it lacks life, and the furniture is full of dust. The willow washed and scrubbed, ready to cook a sumptuous dinner, and entertained the mother and son. For this family, Yang Liu is indebted, and for Su Yi, he feels even more guilty, and the reason why he is in a hurry to come back is that he wants to try his best to make up for his mistakes.

The dinner was very rich, there were chickens and fish, shrimp and crabs, and a pot of old fire soup was carefully concocted, and the table at home was full of red and green. When he picked up the phone and was about to dial again, his son came in with his suitcase open the door, followed by Su Yi with a dusty face. Yang Liu hurriedly stepped forward and took the backpack in Su Yi's hand, and diligently handed over the slippers, pouring tea and water.

"Dad, you haven't eaten yet? We ate at the airport restaurant. The son said as he looked at the hot table full of food.

"I'm waiting for you to come back to eat, I can't get through to your phone, why don't you get off the plane and call back?" Yang Liu looked at Su Yi, who was slumped on the sofa, and asked.

"I didn't eat at noon, and the plane meal was not strong, so my mommy and I got off the plane and ate it when we saw it." The son replied quickly.

Su Yi looked at Yang Liu, and then at the sumptuous dining table, a trace of apology flashed in her eyes, and she didn't say anything. It's not that she didn't think about making a phone call, but when she turned on the phone and saw Zhao Haoran's message, she just forgot to call Yang Liu when she replied to the letter, looking at Yang Liu, who was looking forward to it just now, and now she was disappointed, she felt very guilty.

"Eat, we're not hungry." After Su Yi finished speaking, she took her things and went into her room.

This was the first thing Su Yi said, his tone was a little indifferent, and he couldn't hear that there was an element of gratitude, and Yang Liu felt very uncomfortable listening to it.

Yang Liu didn't say anything anymore, and ate and drank by himself. The table is full of delicacies, and the more you eat the willow, the more it tastes bad. I don't know what's wrong with Su Yi, I'm getting colder and colder to myself, I don't care about it, I don't just ask, maybe Su Yi is tired these days, Yang Liu comforted himself like this.

Su Yi wiped her face out, and saw that Yang Liu's face was slightly sad, her eyes were full of complaints, and she couldn't help it, she sat down and filled herself and her son with a bowl of soup, and loudly called her son out of front of the computer in his room.

"Dad's beautiful soup, drink more, it's good for your body." Su Yi instructed his son. One bowl per person, the two of them finally received Yang Liu's love, and Yang Liu felt better in her heart.

The son hurriedly poured the soup and hurriedly entered his online world, and Su Yi sat for a while, and was busy taking a bath without waiting for the willow to finish eating. He wanted to hear the story of the trip to Beijing between the two mothers and sons, but no; He wanted to show his concern, but he didn't, and Yang Liu felt as if he had become an insignificant outsider.

At nine o'clock, Yang Liu opened Su Yi's door.

"What's wrong? I'm going to sleep. Su Yi put down the love madness in her hand, looked at Yang Liu, who leaned in with half of her body, and said flatly.

What's wrong? What else could it be?? I really want to talk to Su Yi, contact the feelings, and want to warm up the willow well, give a plate of cold water to the head, and extinguish the enthusiasm. looked at Su Yi, who was puzzled, so not depressed! Without saying a word, he withdrew in a sneer.

Outside he is Shuzhen, He Ping's fragrant bait, at home he has become a superfluous person, even received a cold reception, this contrast is really a bit big, Yang Liu felt that there must be something wrong with the relationship between the two people, Su Yi did not give him a chance to get close, and there was no better way for a while, which really made him restless and distressed.

The next day, Su Yi pushed the door and looked at Yang Liu, who was awake in bed, and said: "I took my son to his uncle's house for dinner at noon, and I went to the company after sending the child back to school in the afternoon, you take care of yourself." ”

This is a notification, a routine notification, without consultation and without objection. The purpose of the notification is basically the same as "I don't have lunch at noon and I don't have dinner at night", and the other meaning is "I won't come back in the evening, and I probably won't come back this week." Yang Liu sat on the bed, listening silently, too lazy to ask, too lazy to argue, there was no himself in the plan, he was angry in his heart.

He silently sent the two mothers and sons out of the house, and with Su Yi's departure, Yang Liu eased up slightly. The topic of him and Su Yi is getting less and less, and the exchange of feelings is even more pitiful, Yang Liu feels that he often cares about words, and he can't say it when it comes to his mouth, maybe Su Yi is also like this, he is used to this habit.

Fortunately, he still has a confidante who understands him, Yang Liu picked up the phone and was the first to call He Ping: "Ah Ping, what are you doing?" ”

"I just came back from grocery shopping. What's wrong with you? He Ping heard that Yang Liu's mood was not high, and asked with concern.

"It's nothing, you cook my food, I'll come over and eat." Hearing He Ping's words, Yang Liu was a lot happier.

"Well, you come over early, Sister Zhen asked us to come over for dinner in the evening." He Ping was very happy to see Yang Liu, and the excitement in his tone couldn't be stopped.

It was so happy with He Ping, Yang Liu forgot about his distress for a while, changed his clothes, and drove off immediately.

He Ping made three side dishes, as well as soup, Yang Liu looked at the beautiful and exquisite food in front of him, and remembered that no one tasted what he made, and no one shared the dishes piled up in the refrigerator, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"How about trying the heat of the beef I fried." He Ping sent a piece of beef to Yang Liu's mouth.

Yang Liu is He Ping's heaven He Ping's land, watching Yang Liu chew her dishes in a big gulp, she has a sense of accomplishment. She really likes the feeling of eating with Yang Liu, and the food is very sweet.

"Drink some wolfberry vegetable soup first, I've eaten too many fried things in the past few days, reduce the fire, and clear the stomach." He Ping's concern for Yang Liu can be described as meticulous.

"Hmm. The dishes you cook are getting better and better, and reward one. Yang Liu picked up the egg cake and sent it to He Ping's mouth.

"Thank you, silly piggy!" He Ping opened her small mouth and bit it lightly a little embarrassed, looking at Yang Liu's eyes with affection.

Seeing Yang Liu eat two large bowls, He Ping was satisfied. handed the tea to Yang Liu, and she was busy cleaning up the mess, washing and wiping, as diligent as a virtuous little wife.

Looking at He Ping, who was busy with fine sweat, Yang Liu took her over distressedly. "It's still hot, you've worked hard, come and cool down." Yang Liu pushed her into the room and said as she turned on the air conditioner.

"Silly pig, sit down too. Let's rest and join them later. He Ping pulled Yang Liu's hand and pulled him to his side.

Yang Liu, who was treated coldly at home, was surrounded by He Ping's love, and he was so moved. "You sit, I'll go outside and pour you a glass of water." He Ping is sincere, she deserves his love with all his heart, and Yang Liu really wants He Ping to do something.

Looking at Yang Liu's busy figure for her, He Ping felt so happy, and a sweet warm current surged into her heart. She took the water cup handed by Yang Liu, drank a few sips, and finally blocked Yang Liu's mouth, pressed him on the bed, and fed him water with his mouth. Yang Liu took He Ping's water with his mouth, swallowed it with her little tongue, he sucked and kissed her carefully, like sugar in his mouth, he wanted to melt her.

"Baby, will you be my wife? I want you! Yang Liu hugged He Ping's waist and said emotionally.

He Ping's head buried in Yang Liu's arms nodded vigorously, and said very gently: "Silly pig, I am already your person, and my heart only belongs to you." ”

"Baby, I, love, you!" Yang Liu excitedly chanted the most sacred three words, word by word, extremely solemn, extremely serious, like an oath, a promise, He Ping's heart was drunk.

Then she heard the sound of her body being peeled off, and the beep echoed in her head, and she felt that her body was liberated from the restraints, like a white magnolia flower, and the flowers were slowly blooming. A burst of pain came, and she felt Yang Liu break open the door of the cave and stand up, her long body slamming into the center of the flower, and Yingying nectar instantly surrounded him.

"Husband......" He Ping shouted the two most affectionate words in her mouth, and now she finally understood the true meaning of Shuzhen calling her husband.

"Wife, wife, wife!" Yang Liu shouted and kissed in a low voice. For the first time in decades, he uttered these two words, full of affectionate joy and a strong sense of identity. He and her, at this moment, the soul found a home.