Rong Qian's slightly pale face turned a thin red.

"Rub the oil!" He actually confessed, "I really want to ......"

His eyes sparked at her.

"Then you go on!" Aside from the light that fell on his handsome face, and looking at the half basin of oil, Qiao Yunxue sighed softly - glad that it was not hot oil.

"Wife, hey, hey!" Rong Qian smiled awkwardly.

Even if a man is in the business world, he is still an idiot when he comes to the kitchen.

The greens and beef were fast, and after a while, they were all on the table.

"Go to the hospital as soon as you finish eating." Rong Qian wiped his hands, served the meal, and sat down on the table very unceremoniously, moving his chopsticks.

"Hmm," Qiao Yunxue turned around to wash her hands and came back to look at him, but she couldn't eat.

With just such a little effort, he has already bottomed out a bowl of rice.

His slightly pale and thin face was filled with a faint satisfaction.

Look at the look of the elephant as he drinks his full stomach.

Has he been hungry for half a year......

She still remembers "holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son", the thorn in her heart, there is always a stalk there. However, looking at him now, why does she have a sour nose and wet eyes?

Why did she have the feeling that she was abandoning him now......

"Let's eat!" Rong Qian teased, "If you don't move the chopsticks, I'll finish all the dishes." My wife has to eat rice. ”

"......" she lowered her head and slowly moved her chopsticks. But tears quietly fell on the rice.

Abominable man, poor man.

Rong Qian seemed to be intoxicated by the long-lost stir-fried beef, and he didn't notice her surging thoughts at all. The smile on the corner of his lips, like the morning sun, became more and more dazzling.

After only a few bites, Qiao Yunxue put down her chopsticks: "I'm full." ”

"What are you watching me do?" Rong Qian finally noticed her long gaze.

Qiao Yunxue stared at him calmly: "I'm looking at African refugees. ”

He looked like he hadn't had enough for three or five months.

"Poof—" he chuckled, not embarrassed at all, "I'm an African refugee." All men who don't have wives are African refugees. ”

What a fallacy this is. She pouted.

Rong Qian glanced at her bulging cheeks and smiled with satisfaction: "Man, if my wife is not around, it doesn't look like an African refugee, but she also has the mood of an African refugee." ”

"Phew!" She didn't bother to talk to him about this. Without the heart to argue, Qiao Yunxue sat there, how many past events came to mind.

Alas, before Luo Haihua appeared, it seemed to be full of warm memories; After Luo Haihua appeared, it seemed that she didn't want to recall......

She still didn't want to.

But the light in his eyes unconsciously fell on his unscrupulous eating appearance.

"Delicious. Stir-fried beef, so delicious. Rong Qian finally put down his chopsticks, with a faint satisfaction and a faint joy, "I really regret not marrying a wife for so many years." ”

With a move in her heart, Qiao Yunxue remembered Yanzi's words, her heart was turbulent, but her face was pale: "Yes, for so many years, Haihua has been waiting for you." How can you bear to keep her waiting for you for so many years. A woman's best years are the years before the age of thirty. ”

Rong Qian's long eyes finally locked on her: "I regret that I didn't snatch you from Luo Shaofan earlier." ”

"Phew!" Her heart skipped a beat, but she didn't give him a good look.

Say it like it's true.

Rong Qian stood up and looked at him: "Dad is about to wake up." ”

She stood up obediently, her eyes scanning the room, and finally saw a large insulated bucket. She put the pumpkin soup in a thermos bucket and took another box to fill the rice.

"Let's go!" She said. Took the meal, opened the door, and stood at the door waiting for him.

Alas, she doesn't remember the way to the hospital, or she doesn't necessarily wait for him.

"Wait. It's windy outside. Rong Qian walked into the room and came out quickly. He put one hand behind him, pulled the door open with the other, and walked downstairs before raising his hand.

In his hand was a wide red scarf.

He wrapped her in a scarf.

Her red face was instantly lined with a scarf even redder, so delicate that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

"It's beautiful!" Rong Qian's eyes fell on her abdomen unconsciously. It was flattened, revealing the grotesque figure it had seen before.

Qiao Yunxue silently opened her eyes, but her eyes suddenly froze - "Hermes" was printed on one corner of the scarf.

When Luo Haihua first gave her, it was this precious scarf that gave her.

With one free hand, she pulled the scarf down and placed it heavily on his arm. Without saying a word, he strode forward.

"It's colder here than we do." Rong Qian chased after him.

She stopped abruptly and glared at him with burning eyes: "This can't be sent to you by Luo Haihua, right?" I don't want to. ”

Rong Qian was stunned, pondered for a while, and suddenly threw the scarf at the recycling point next to him. He took off his suit and wrapped her tightly: "Obedient, it's much colder here than in our house." If you're not careful, you'll catch a cold. ”

Her eyes crept down on his upper body, and he wore only a sweater on top of it. In this weather, you can't keep out the cold at all......

With a sour nose, she threw his suit back into his arm: "It smells of sweat!" I don't want to. ”

The weather is just not frozen, where does the sweat come from?

Long eyes fell