Chen Wanxing retracted into the quilt, and the sweetness of her heart overflowed on her face.

It all happened a little suddenly to her.

After all, she never thought that Zhan Jinchen liked her.

To be precise, she is not sure about this now, but when she tasted love for the first time, she still naively longed for a sweet and beautiful future.

At noon, Zhan Jinchen returned home as agreed.

originally wanted to take Chen Wanxing out for lunch, but found that hot dishes were already on the table.

At this moment, a warm current welled up in Zhan Jinchen's heart.

It's been a long time since he's experienced the feeling of coming home.

Looking at the dishes on the table, he felt that there was someone in the family who was worried about him and waiting for him.

“…… You're back? Chen Wanxing looked at him with a smile on her face and expectation in her eyes.

"How do you cook so many dishes?"

Chen Wanxing smiled embarrassedly and explained, "...... I don't know what you like to eat, so I made some more, and I'll serve the soup and eat. ”

Zhan Jinchen took off his coat, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and walked into the kitchen: "I'll come." ”

In the next few days, both of them had a good time.

Chen Wanxing can't wait to go home if he doesn't have classes, and Zhan Jinchen also commutes to and from work on time every day.

The two seem to have started their married life, but Chen Wanxing always feels that something is missing.

Zhan Jinchen would do intimate things to her very gently, but he never said a word of liking to her.

She still doesn't know much about Zhan Jinchen.

She didn't ask, and he didn't take the initiative to bring it up.

It was another weekend, Chen Wanxing went to a café to work part-time and came back, bought the dishes needed for dinner on the way, and went home early to prepare dinner.

She thought that Zhan Jinchen would go home from work on time as before, but there was no movement by the door.

After serving the last dish on the table, Chen Wanxing went to the living room to find her mobile phone.

When I wanted to contact him on my mobile phone, I found that he had sent a text message two hours ago: I have something to do tonight, and I can't go back to dinner with you.

Chen Wanxing turned her head to look at the dishes on the table, feeling a little lost.

Sitting sideways on the sofa, he replied: Okay, what time will you be back?

After waiting for a few minutes and not waiting for his reply, Chen Wanxing put down her phone, returned to the dining table, and picked up the dishes and chopsticks alone.

Zhan Jia, this is a family dinner, but the atmosphere is not as happy as imagined.

Since the accident of the war and the young dump, the seemingly calm war family has become turbulent.

The identity of the heir of the Zhan family became vacant, and these began to eye.

Zhan Jinchen, as the second eldest member of the Zhan family, in the case of the death of his eldest son Zhan Shaotian, the possibility of him becoming the heir has greatly increased.

And Zhan Shaoyin, as Zhan Shaoyin's younger brother, felt that Zhan Shaotian's car accident was caused by Zhan Jinchen, so he naturally did not want to give up the identity that originally belonged to his brother to the murderer he identified.

Such a deceitful environment only made Zhan Jinchen feel bored.

After dinner, he immediately left the war house.

Zhan Shaotian's death may be something he will never be able to let go of in his life.

Thinking of Zhan Shaoyin's suspicion and hatred of him, the annoyance suppressed in Zhan Jinchen's heart piled up even more.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, when Chen Wanxing was taking a bath, he vaguely heard movement in the living room.

She sped up her washing, and when she came out to look for it in her pajamas, she saw Zhan Jinchen standing on the balcony smoking.

She hesitantly approached Zhan Jinchen and said softly, "...... You're back? ”

Zhan Jinchen looked back at her, motionless and silent.

Chen Wanxing pursed her lips and plucked up the courage to ask what she didn't dare to ask before: "What's wrong?" Is something wrong? ”

Zhan Jinchen didn't answer, just reached out and grabbed her back and took her into his arms.

The kiss was mixed with the faint smell of cigarette smoke.

The ruthless force seems to be catharsis, and it is like confiding.