Song Qingyu had to admit that many times Fu Wenzhou's enthusiasm was a little irresistible.

For example, at this time.

Nonsense comes as soon as he opens his mouth, Song Qingyu is used to sticking to the rules, where has he ever been so deviant.

Staying with Fu Wenzhou like this every day, Song Qingyu felt that he had a lot of out.

She pursed her lips, she was really embarrassed to take advantage of Fu Wenzhou's words, so she simply pretended not to hear it, avoiding the other party's hot eyes.

Fu Wenzhou saw that her ears were slightly red, the corners of her lips rose slightly, and he reached out to take the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

"This is your favorite slippery fish porridge, taste it good or not."

Song Qingyu's eyebrows moved slightly, and the tip of her nose was sour, this person always seemed to remember what she liked to eat, what she didn't like to eat, and remembered all her little habits.

Fu Wenzhou moved softly, and with great cherishment, scooped a spoonful and put it into her mouth.

She doesn't like to eat ginger, he always cuts the ginger slices very hard and puts them in to cook together, and then picks them out one by one when they are cooked.

In order to prevent her from eating the ginger flavor, he had to stir constantly while cooking, and cover the smell with the sweetness of the fish.

The process was very tedious, but Fu Wenzhou enjoyed it.

Song Qingyu's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the millet melted in her mouth, and the sweetness entered her heart.

Fu Wenzhou's voice was hoarse: "Is it delicious?" ”

Song Qingyu nodded and said sincerely, "It's delicious." ”

Fu Wenzhou chuckled and said, "It's delicious, and I'll make it for you every day." ”

Song Qingyu looked down at the fragrant porridge in the bowl, and clenched her chopsticks with her fingers, "I will also learn to make it for you in the future." ”

Fu Wenzhou pouted slightly and didn't speak.

Song Qingyu thought he was unwilling, his eyes lowered, his lips pursed lightly, and a trace of loss flashed in his eyes.

Just when she was cranky.

"No, you don't." Fu Wenzhou said in a low voice: "I can't help it." ”

I can't bear her to do housework, I can't help her cook, I can't help her work, and I don't want her to be bullied.

Song Qingyu was stunned, as if she hadn't thought that Fu Wenzhou would answer like this.

She reached out and touched his face, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips: "Why is the puppy so well-behaved."

Fu Wenzhou continued to feed her, letting her touch herself like a child: "Haven't you always been so well-behaved?"

Song Qingyu raised his eyebrows slightly, moved his hand away from his face, took the dishes and chopsticks in his hand to eat by himself, and said two words decisively: "No."

Fu Wenzhou, who was about to enjoy the master's touch and praise: "?"

How things turned out differently than he imagined.

Song Qingyu went to the backyard with Fu Wenzhou after eating, now it has just entered summer, and the flowers and plants planted before have not yet grown, and the yard looks empty.

Fu Wenzhou grabbed Song Qingyu's waist, walked in the hidden path in the backyard, and asked, "Where are you going to Yunnian?"

Song Qingyu nodded: "Hmm."

After a pause, he glanced at the flower garden again and said, "When will it bloom?"

Fu Wenzhou said: "Autumn."

Song Qingyu thought about it with her head propped up and asked, "Will we open when we get married?"

When Fu Wenzhou heard this, he hooked his lips: "Of course it will."

He pinched the time, how could he not open it.

Song Qingyu smiled, and just as she was about to speak, her mobile phone rang.

She glanced at it, it was Jiang Xun.

Song Qingyu gestured to Fu Wenzhou and answered the phone.

"Jiang Xun?"

Jiang Xun's voice over there soon came, and his tone was serious:

"There's something wrong with that project in the eastern suburbs."

"What?" Song Qingyu didn't react for a while.

Jiang Xun took a deep breath and said, "I'm at the construction site now, I'll send you the location later, and you can come over."