"Chen Zhilei said you slept......" Ji Qingling looked at Fu Zijun's clear eyes and snorted weakly.

"Actually, what she said was true, and I was asleep."

Ji Qingling suddenly realized that Chen Zhilei was really scheming, even if they confronted her one day, they couldn't say that she was not, because what she said was indeed the truth, as for Ji Qingling's jealousy, it could only be said that she was narrow-minded and liked to think crankily.

"Hehe, your female subordinate is really interesting, she is not your assistant who touched your mobile phone without authorization, and she answered the phone and hung up the phone indiscriminately, fortunately it is still my phone, what if it is an important phone call that misses you, or leaks business secrets?" Thinking of Chen Zhilei's tricks back then, new hatred and old hatred came to her heart, and the coldness on her face was even worse.

"Are you jealous?" There was a hint of realization on his face, and a slight smile of understanding.

She was choked by his words, and then fought back with confidence, "Shouldn't it? Anyway, I'm also the wife you are marrying, and it's only natural for you to be jealous. ”

The smile in his eyes was even worse, "Of course you should, you finally recognize our marriage, and I can finally not be your nominal husband." ”

Ji Qingling froze, remembering the cold words she had tried her best to clear up before, she actually felt a little cocooned.

"I, I just feel faceless, even if it's a nominal marriage, you have to give me face, how can there be such a ...... to humiliate me in person" She blushed and forced herself to quibble.

"Okay, I'll give you all the face," he just thought she was a wayward tantrum child, and he tolerated her good-naturedly, but let her punch the cotton, and she became more and more weak, "Is there anything to eat at home?" I hurried all the way back, and I didn't have time to eat. ”

His leisurely appearance obviously didn't take the friction just now to heart, and asked her for food loudly, obviously treating her as a nanny, the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, why did the things she had been angry for a few days have no effect on him?

Although I was unhappy, I still opened the refrigerator and muttered while busy, "I don't have time to boil porridge, just cook a bowl of noodles." It's so pitiful, it's too late to eat, isn't there an in-flight meal on the plane? Ah, by the way, you've never eaten on airplanes. What are you so picky about? Is an airplane meal that unpalatable? The young master's life is good, and he is born extravagant and wasteful......"

Fu Zijun smiled and said nothing, looking at her back and feeling warm in his heart, since when did he have a sense of stability and warmth as long as he looks at her, his mother is always so elegant and noble in his memory, and he resolutely refuses to do this kind of thing in the kitchen, because the smoke will erode her beauty, so he has always adhered to an indifferent attitude towards eating, but he has to eat something in his stomach in order to survive, he doesn't feel that he is as picky as Ji Qingling said, The likes and dislikes she said about eating and drinking were completely subconscious of his behavior, and he didn't even notice it.

And how did she know? He was suddenly a little curious, and began to carefully recall every contact he had with her, could it be that she even saw which kind of food he ate more and less when he ate? Those small details that even he didn't pay attention to were memorized by her heart, and he didn't know whether it was sour or ironing in his heart.

As he was thinking, the seductive scent wafted out of the kitchen, making his index finger move because he was tired and forgetting his hunger, the transparent glass door of the kitchen had been covered with a shallow mist, and she was completing the final procedure, and her serious face could be vaguely seen.

"Well, let's eat, there are no udon noodles at home, and there is still a little bit of noodles left in the afternoon that I rolled, so you can eat them." She placed two steaming bowls in front of him.

He was already hungry, and he was even more confused by the smell of food in the restaurant, and he didn't talk nonsense and just held the bowl and gobbled it up.

As soon as Ji Qingling cleaned up the kitchen, he saw that the two big bowls had bottomed out, and he couldn't help but be startled, "So fast?" ”

You must know that Fu Zijun is a humble gentleman with a good upbringing, and he eats slowly and methodically, so it seems that he is really hungry.

"It's delicious." He drank the bowl of clear soup, the fragrant and refreshing shredded chicken noodles with scallion oil were paired with the hot clear soup, and ironed from his mouth to his heart, "You can also roll noodles?" ”

They are all authentic southerners, rarely eat pasta, and most of them choose to go to the supermarket to buy ready-made noodles to cook at home.

"The noodles you roll yourself are more chewy." She reached out to put away the dishes and chopsticks, but he took the lead.

"I'll wash it." He brought the dishes and chopsticks to the sink, "It's really worth it to be hungry all day to eat such a meal." ”

His unsparing praise made Ji Qingling not know how to deal with himself for a while, cooking for him was just a gesture, compared to the meals carefully prepared for him in his previous life, this side and soup were completely perfunctory, but in exchange for his sincere praise.

Now he is too different from the memory, so that she begins to wonder if the so-called past life is her own hallucination, he seems to have been so patient with her all along, sometimes even considerate, but those painful memories are so profound that they don't look like a dream at all.

"What's the fuss?" He wiped his hands dry and looked back to see her looking at him, her eyes unfocused.

"It's nothing," she came back to her senses and handed him the cup in her hand, "you haven't eaten in a day, and you have eaten so much at once, and you eat so fast, be careful not to digest it." ”

He took the cup, it was burnt and fragrant, it was barley tea that helped digest and relieve greasy, and being cared for like this made his heart warm again, although she always left their relationship behind, but her concern for him was sincere, considerate, and even became her instinct.

No matter how dull he is, he understands that caring for a person becomes instinct, what is it if it is not deep love?

"Why would you want to explain it to me today?" She still looked a little distracted.

"Explain?" He was slightly stunned, only to understand that she was still struggling with the previous matter, "It was originally a misunderstanding, shouldn't it be made clear?" Not making it clear that the consequences of letting things go out of hand can make things out of control, and I don't think I'm stupid enough to do that. ”

"But you don't look like the kind of person who has the patience to explain such things." She smiled bitterly, he was too arrogant, she was too tendonous, and it was indeed not surprising that two people who had no emotional foundation ended up drifting apart.

"Am that kind of person in your eyes? Impatient with his wife to the point that he doesn't even want to explain a misunderstanding that can be explained? He frowned, admitting that he had neglected her by being busy with work when he was newly married, but he wouldn't be a jerk like that.

Ji Qingling didn't answer, just looked back at him with a puzzled expression, as if to say isn't it? R1152