Fu Chaochao never felt that tolerance was a grievance, but a dedication and understanding.

It is impossible for people to live a life casually, and there are always various times when they need to compromise and endure.

If you think about it differently, it will be much more comfortable.

Of course, this kind of tolerance is mutual, and if only one person is unilaterally tolerant, in the long run, the contradictions will accumulate deeper and deeper.

Thin Field Depth "um", picked up the pen and scribbled a few lines on the paper.

His words are chic and heroic, and he pays great attention to rules between his tone and frustration, which is not at all different from his amorous appearance.

Fu Chaochao's handwriting has not been practiced, and the writing is not good-looking, and it is difficult for him to comment on a neat and generous one.

It is said that words are like people, and when Bo Jingshen looks at her words, he can feel a conformist charm.

She is very conservative, reserved and delicate, which is not at all different from her glamorous appearance.

The paper seems to be cut in half, half gentle, half atmospheric.

Finally, Thin Field signed his name at the bottom of the paper.

He handed the paper to Fu Chaochao, "Sign it." ”

Fu Chaochao looked down and saw that the thin depth of field had added a few new conventions.

10. Don't just come into my study (except for my wife)

11. I don't like people lying in my bed (except my wife)

12. I don't like to be sorted out (except for my wife)

13. Set a recipe for what you want to eat every day, and don't like others to say anything (except for my wife)

14. I don't like to be touched by people (except for my wife)

……

Fu Chaochao's cheeks showed a touch of crimson, forcing himself to divert his gaze, and quickly signed his name next to the "thin depth of field".

The two names are side by side, and there is a kind of lingering tenderness.

The paper in his hand seemed to have turned into a hot potato, and Fu Chaochao stood up immediately after signing it, "I feel a little hungry, do you want to eat something?" ”

She ran to open the fridge.

The fridge was large but empty, and she only found a few eggs and a few bottles of milk.

Fu Chaochao had the urge to fill the refrigerator.

In the previous life, the tormenting days were all passed by cooking and tidying up the house.

She doesn't love being a housewife, but if life can only give her the choice of being a housewife, she will force herself to fall in love with the profession and find some fun in the trivialities.

It's going to be a little better.

Bo Jingshen watched her busy in the kitchen, like a dancing butterfly, quite contented.

He propped his chin on his hand and continued to look at her in a different position.

Is this the ordinary daily life of a husband and wife?

If that were the case, it would not be as disastrous as he imagined.

Fu Chaochao was very different from what he thought, he could feel that she didn't like him, but she wasn't annoying either.

Coincidentally, so did he.

Fu Chaochao's voice came, "Hmm...... There aren't many things, so how about boiling a few sugar eggs? ”

Bo Jingshen suddenly said: "Let's go and get married tomorrow." ”

"Click".

The egg that Fu Chaochao was holding in his hand was broken.