It seems that as long as he is there, she says that she can forget about other troubles for a while, and it doesn't seem to matter.

Fu Che also sensed that her mood was wrong, and for the first time, he did not say anything to mock.

Just let her hold him quietly.

Uncle Fu will never admit that he is very comfortable to be held, and he will never admit that he is actually enjoying it.

After a long time, Fu Che finally eased the stiffness, and he patted her on the back gently, rarely coaxed gently.

"Okay, don't be sad, let's go back, go home."

If the old man saw him like this, his jaw would definitely fall in shock.

Is this still his grandson who is either indifferent to death, or angry to death when he says it?

It must have been topped by someone.

Huang Qianqian listened to his words and felt a little in a trance.

Subconsciously murmured: "I, do you still have a home?" ”

Fu Che listened to her subconsciously, and his unconscious heart was together.

Although he didn't know what had happened to her, she felt very distressed just by listening to her tone full of despair and self-loathing.

Not anymore!

From now on, he would never let anyone hurt her again!

Fu Che hugged her tightly and said very solemnly in her ear: "Yes! I'll give you a home. ”

Family...... Is it?

He said...... I'll give her a home!

Do you want to believe him?

I remember saying that a long time ago, too.

……

In the car, Fu Che looked at the little woman in his arms who was not sleeping peacefully, and his eyes were surprisingly gentle.

She seemed to have dreamed of something bad, and her beautiful brows were tangled together.

Fu Che stretched out his slender fingers and smoothed her frowning brow very gently.

His eyes flashed, and he leaned down slightly, a kiss landing on her lips.

"Little white...... I'm going to make everyone who has hurt you pay......"

"Hmmm......"

In her sleep, Huang Qianqian always felt as if something was on her lips, and unconsciously made a soft sound......

I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up, I found myself in the villa before.

She thought about it a little dazedly, it seemed that she had met Fu Che later yesterday.

The door was pushed open, and Fu Che walked in with a bowl.

Huang Qianqian sat up subconsciously, she always felt a sense of foreboding.

Fu Che was a little happy to see that she had woken up, he sat down in front of her with the bowl and handed it to her.

Huang Qianqian looked at the contents of the bowl.

“……”

No wonder she had a sense of foreboding, it turned out to be because of ......

Nima, this is an upgrade, not a bowl of black, but a bowl of green.

Daughter-in-law!

Benzu is really curious about how you did it.

It's pitch black, I can understand, isn't it just mushy.

But you're green...... You can't really pour paint into it, do you?

My heavenly daughter-in-law's dark cuisine is simply amazing.

Fu Che watched her hold the bowl all the time, and didn't plan to eat it, and his face instantly darkened.

He looked at Huang Qianqian's gaze becoming more and more aggrieved.

As if to say, I worked so hard to make porridge for you, and you didn't drink it.

Huang Qianqian read his eyes, and her current mood was really a bit indescribable.

She really couldn't get her mouth shut down for this bowl of things.

Huang Qianqian no longer has much hope for his cooking skills, of course he is more ...... than him

She decided to have a good talk with him and be reasonable.