Cooking, let's go out to eat, shall we? This is the first sentence Wenzi said since Li Yuan entered the door.

Li Yuan in the living room sat on the sofa with his head covered. He said: "Do it now, I still have some things to do, and I can't delay it too long." Although he was talking to Fumiko, he didn't even raise his head to look at Fumiko.

Wenzi stared at the back of Li Yuan's head and asked, "Has there been progress?" Since getting married, this sentence has appeared too many times, and even she herself is almost numb.

Well, she finally spoke. So I'm probably going to be busy today, so I'll just cook a bowl of noodles. Li Yuan said, and finally raised his head and glanced at Wenzi with his residual light.

Because of this glance, Fumiko smiled. She replied sweetly, "Okay." ”

For Wenzi, as long as Li Yuan is still willing to glance at her, she will be satisfied.

Fumiko cooked the noodles and brought them to the red table. The red dining table stabbed Fumiko's heart, like a pot of boiled soup. She didn't feel safe at all, and everything in the house scared her. Red dining table, red doors, red floors. Even the bed sheets were changed to red according to Li Yuan's request. Because Li Yuan said that he has to face monotonous white every day, and at least ten hours, he wants the color of his home to be stronger. But he forgot that Fumiko's job was to face the bright red, the bright red of blood.

At that time, Fumiko thought that after the newlywed, she could replace the furniture with what she liked. But she didn't expect that she was not qualified to make any requests now. She can only live by memories. recalled 7 years ago, in order to get married, I went shopping with Li Yuan. Relying on the few hours in her memory, Fumiko filled the house and herself that had been empty for 7 years.

At both ends of the rectangular dining table, sat Li Yuan and Wenzi. Between them, there is no connection other than a pot of noodles. 20 minutes into dinner, all that happened was: a fly flew by; Fumiko added a bowl of soup; Li Yuan served a bowl of noodles. Other than that, it's like they live in two spaces, with no verbal communication, no physical contact, no eye contact.

The fly that flew over was also used to this environment. Since its ancestors, its family has traveled here unhindered. No one will shoot them to death, and no noise will disturb their quietness. The two people in the room were just two pieces of meat to them. These two pieces of meat occasionally talk and occasionally move around, but both are cold.

After dinner, Wenzi took advantage of Li Yuan's work in the study and secretly checked Li Yuan's mobile phone, and there was indeed that number in the call record. But Wenzi couldn't figure out why each call lasted only a second or two. What she couldn't figure out was the familiar feeling that made her feel even more familiar. Like Li Yuan, whether it is the phone number or the card, Wenzi is very familiar. However, she couldn't remember if she knew such a person.

Fumiko has been a full-time wife for seven years, but her years of work experience still allow her to maintain a fairly high level of investigative ability, and she used to be a police officer. Wenzi firmly believes that she must know this person, and maybe they are still very close. Putting the phone back, Fumiko suddenly felt ridiculous. She is a gold medal investigator who graduated from a famous police officer university, and she faced the most difficult problem in her life after getting married. Originally, she thought that she could enjoy a happy life in peace. Who knows, marriage is the real beginning of suffering.

Pushing open the half-hidden door, Fumiko looked at Li Yuan. Li Yuanzheng was looking out the window intently. Fumiko's expression gradually dimmed. Every time Li Yuan said that he had something to do, he hid in the study like this, looking out the window motionlessly.

"He'd rather look at the dust on the window than at me."

Fumiko really wanted to return to the identity of the policeman, and open Li Yuan's abdominal cavity like investigating the victim's corpse to see what was hidden in his internal organs. Or, she could dig up his secrets as if she were interrogating a prisoner. But Fumiko resigned 7 years ago. She now has only one identity - Li Yuan's wife. And Li Yuan is not a corpse, let alone a prisoner, so she can't be allowed to take the autopsy instrument and cut open his intestines.

Fumiko is too tired. She racked her brains and thought, but she didn't know what to think or which way to think. She was tired, so tired that her veins tightened the bones of her body. Suddenly, she let go of her whole body and walked into the storage room.

"Maybe it's time to talk to Han Yue officially. Or should I find Wu Bo first? ”

The door to the storage room was gently shut. Here, too

Wu Bo's shirt, his hands and feet look like he is dancing. Her hair wasn't dry yet, and droplets of water ran down her ankles and down her knees. Suddenly, she kicked violently, and water droplets were thrown out one after another, sprinkling on Wu Bo's face.

"Hahaha."

Han Yue smiled and rolled onto the edge of the bed with her legs tossing. Wu Bo gently threw the towel out and slapped Han Yue's buttocks. He also laughed with Han Yue. Such Han Yue is sexy and cute in Wu Bo's eyes. Because of this, Wu Bo can't forget all the time: no matter how sweet the wine outside is, it can't compare to the mellow aroma of his own house.

"Baby, what's that box in the living room? I almost tripped up. Wu Bo sat on the edge of the bed and touched Han Yue's pink face affectionately.

Han Yue jumped up and ran to the living room, and almost hit Wu Bo's nose. Wu Bo smiled again, and if he put it on Han Yue, it would be a kind of cuteness. He was touching his nose when suddenly a large picture frame was shoved in front of his eyes and almost hit his nose again.

Straightening his chest, Wu Bo saw Li Yuan in the photo frame clearly. He said, "Is it my brother's thing?" As he spoke, he took the photo frame from Han Yue's hand. Han Yue took the opportunity to lie in Wu Bo's arms.

"Hmmm! I cleaned up my study room thoroughly! I was going to throw it away, but my dad wouldn't let me! Han Yue, who pouted, said indignantly, twisting her sleeves as she spoke.

Putting down the photo frame, Wu Bo grabbed Han Yue's hand and said, "Why did my brother provoke you?" Look at what you off. The more he spoke, the more angry Han Yue became. The more angry Han Yue became, the more cute he felt.

Han Yue put her arms around Wu Bo's neck, and the two of them rubbed their noses face to face. It's her favorite intimate move. Suddenly, she bit Wu Bo's nose and said viciously: "I'm angry with you and your father!" ”

Gently pulling away the hand around his neck, Wu Bo knew that the endless nagging was about to start again.

"Why did Brother Yuan come and cook food at home! I've been here for so long, except for the first time at your house, and for my birthday, who has prepared such a sumptuous dinner for me? ”

"He occupies the largest room in the house, and the most comfortable quilt is also to pick up his leftovers."

"Also, last time Brother Yuan was sick, Dad actually asked you to serve. He doesn't have a wife of his own? ”

"A few days ago, my father asked me to accompany him shopping, and I thought he was going to buy me something, but it turned out that I was asked to pick a tie for my brother Yuan."

"Hey, hey, hey! Did you hear that? I bought you that tie! I bought it for you myself! ”

Seeing that her grievances were not answered, Han Yue picked up the pale pink pillow and smashed it at Wu Bo. Wu Bo smiled helplessly, brushed his half-dried hair and said, "My brother has lived here for more than ten years, and this is just like his own home." And he only comes a few times a year? Isn't there a computer in his room now? Look at what we have in the house that you didn't buy according to your requirements? ”

Han Yue hugged the pillow and finally quieted down for a while. Think about it, the wallpaper with roses and dark flowers, the princess bed with a gauze tent, the pure white piano lacquered floor, and the pure wooden leisure table and exquisite dresser, everything was carefully selected by Han Yue, and every Wu family father and son did not instigate, and simply paid. Thinking of the cashier's stunned eyes, a sense of satisfaction instantly filled Han Yue's heart.

"That's not better for him than for us......" Although most of the anger had subsided, Han Yue still muttered quietly.

Wu Bo did not speak. He looked at the picture frame next to him, light