Although Fu Jing was puzzled, he didn't take this matter too seriously, and went to the conference room for a meeting after taking the information.

Recently, Fu Shi is preparing a new project, and he has a lot of things at hand, and it is almost time to leave work when the meeting is over.

Fu Jing has been working a lot of shifts recently, and he left the company on time last night in order to pick up the wind and wash the dust for Wen Qiao.

But the continuous rotation day and night is really unbearable, so today he did not choose to stay in the company and went home directly.

……

Zhou Luo is basically a full-time wife, she didn't have a stable job when she married Fu Jing, and even less after marriage.

When they first got married, the apartment they lived in had a special part-time worker to clean it, Fu Jing had a habit of cleanliness, but he didn't like a noisy environment, so the part-time worker would come over when he was not at home.

But since Zhou Luo married him, she has taken care of all the things in the family.

Fu Jing is not machismo, but rather admires career-minded women, such as Wen Qiao, but he did not stop Zhou Luo from continuing to stay at home, probably because one day when he opened the door of the apartment, he happened to see her bathing in the sunset and cleaning.

She was wearing a white cashmere dress, her long black hair was tied with a clear bow at random, although it was casual, it was very regular, and the naughty bangs hanging down on both sides of her forehead were very elegant and smart, outlining the already delicate little face even more eye-catching.

At that time, Fu Jing just glanced at it, and felt that if she was always at home, it seemed good to take care of his food, clothing, and daily life.

When he opened the door to the apartment today, he didn't see her.

Just as I was wondering, there was a sound from the master bedroom, and then a soft female voice came, "I didn't know if you would come back, I haven't cooked dinner yet." ”

Fu Jing turned his head and glanced at her, and said, "Just eat a little." ”

He really doesn't pick what to eat, he was sent abroad by his family to live when he was very young, and he naturally doesn't pay attention to people in a foreign land, as long as he can fill his stomach.

Zhou Luo nodded, and was about to turn around and enter the kitchen.

Fu Jing stopped her again, "Don't take Wen Qiao's prank to heart today, she is this kind of character, and she is not a bad person." ”

He didn't want to explain, because there really wasn't a need to explain.

But as soon as she touched her misty eyes, as if she had been wronged, the words of explanation burst out inexplicably.

Zhou Luo's expression was calm, and he answered softly, saying, "I'm going to cook." ”

It's really not noisy at all, it's too quiet.

It is also generous excessively.

She knew the general situation like this, but Fu Jing's heart began to panic, and the mood that was originally quite good instantly became a little bad.

In fact, Fu Jing's taste is on the heavy side, but in the past three years, because of Zhou Luo's relationship, his taste has indeed become a lot lighter.

There is no other reason, just because Zhou Luo's cooking is relatively light, and he is not picky in this regard, and he gets used to it after a few times.

It didn't take long for the two to sit at the dinner table face to face, two dishes and one soup, and the two of them ate just right.

Fu Jing was indeed hungry, and originally only smelled the aroma of the food in front of him, but it was so abrupt that he seemed to smell something else.

It seems to smell like a perfume.

He raised his eyes to look at the woman, the woman eats elegantly, saying that it is elegant, but in fact, it is more like not knowing the taste of food, unable to eat, but barely eating.

As far back as she can remember, she seems to have always been like this.

"Got perfume today?" He knew that she didn't usually use it, and wondered if it was because she had to deal with her husband's 'affair' today.

Zhou Luo's hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly, and then he sniffed sideways, "No, it should be someone else." ”

Someone else?

How close does that have to be to get the same smell?

Although Fu Jing was confused, he didn't doubt it, in his opinion, his wife was so docile and well-behaved that he probably didn't know how to write the word lying.

She said that what is on someone else's body, that is on someone else's, must be accidentally stained, and she often goes to the supermarket to buy it, and there is indeed this possibility.

"Hmm." He answered lightly, and the topic was directly passed, but he remembered that the assistant said something during the day, so he asked casually, "How is your brother doing?" ”