Chapter 11: A pain in my heart

When Fu Tingshen returned home, he smelled the smell of food all over the house, and the expression on his handsome face changed slightly.

The taste of this meal does not have the slightest taste of home-cooked food, but it is the unique taste of the hotel's dishes, and it is also a hotel that Fu Tingshen is familiar with after all.

Regarding Lin Xiaoxiao's words to cook for him, Fu Tingshen had no hope.

He couldn't wait to go home, just because he had Lin Xiaoxiao's figure in his head all day.

I don't know if I just got Lin Xiaoxiao last night, or because of Lin Xiaoxiao's unusual initiative.

In short, Lin Xiaoxiao's figure lingered in Fu Tingshen's mind, so he even pushed all the dinners just to come back to see her.

Because she said she wanted him to come back in the evening.

"Where's the wife?"

Fu Tingshen looked at the servant on the side and asked.

The servant said, "Mrs. is in the living room." ”

originally thought that Lin Xiaoxiao would pretend to cook in the kitchen, and he would not demolish her.

She wants to act, and he is happy to accompany her, as long as she doesn't cry, make trouble, and don't divorce.

Fu Tingshen walked into the living room, but found Lin Xiaoxiao asleep.

She was covered with a thin blanket.

The whole person is nestled on the sofa, small and lovable.

Fu Tingshen has a feeling of being in a trance, and the years are quiet.

He approached Lin Xiaoxiao and was about to carry her back to the room to rest, touching her tired face, and his heart ached.

Was it because he tossed too hard last night?

Tenderness crossed his cold eyes, and he would be a little lighter in the future.

Fu Tingshen bent down, ready to pick the person up from the sofa, but Lin Xiaoxiao turned over and rolled out of Fu Tingshen's arms.

The blanket slipped down, and the bandaged fingers were exposed, and Fu Tingshen was stunned when he saw it.

Ten fingers, wrapped in fifteen bandages, shows how serious the injury is.

"Hmm."

Lin Xiaoxiao sighed, obviously sleeping on the sofa was not very comfortable, coupled with Fu Tingshen's walking air-conditioning machine, Lin Xiaoxiao slept even more uncomfortable.

Fu Ting was afraid that she would roll off the sofa, so he picked her up directly.

Being held in her arms, her chest was warm, Lin Xiaoxiao was satisfied and continued to fall asleep.

Fu Ting looked at the person in his arms with deep distress, gently carried the person back to the room, and went downstairs again.

"Sir, are you going to have dinner?"

The maid saw Fu Tingshen and asked.

Fu Tingshen did not answer the servant's question, but asked, "What's the problem with the injury on my wife's finger?" ”

If it weren't for hurting his fingers, Fu Tingshen suspected that Lin Xiaoxiao was going to commit suicide by cutting his wrists.

Looking at Fu Ting's dark face, the servant was frightened, and replied tremblingly: "Mrs. said that she wanted to cook dinner for Mr., and she started learning it in the morning, and she didn't let people teach her, so she locked herself in the kitchen-" The kitchen was in a mess, and she almost called 119.

Of course, this servant did not dare to say.

Fu Tingshen glanced at the direction of the upstairs, so, his finger was cut when he was learning to cook?

Fu Tingshen's mood was a little mixed, and he didn't say what it felt like for a while, in short, he was shocked by Lin Xiaoxiao learning to cook for him.

The little woman who hated him so much and wanted to divorce him now became active, which made Fu Tingshen happy and scared in his heart.

He smiled bitterly, if it was just because he got Lin Xiaoxiao that Lin Xiaoxiao changed his opinion of him, then should he have forced her on the wedding night?

At least there are fewer days of chickens flying and dogs jumping?

Of course, Fu Tingshen will not believe in this hypothetical reason, Lin Xiaoxiao's abnormal current Bacheng still wants to divorce.

But he was willing to be pinched to death by her.