It was Shen Zhiqiu who came in, hesitantly standing aside.

Ye Zhichen knew that she was worried that she couldn't sleep, she didn't want to leave, and she wanted to be by Lan Xianshu's side.

That night, Lan Xianshu was too quiet, because Shen Zhiqiu was on the side, Ye Zhichen gradually fell asleep, and when he woke up, he suddenly found that the people around him and Shen Zhiqiu were gone......

jumped up, rushed out of the room, and when he ran to the living room, he found Shen Zhiqiu at the kitchen door.

She stood there, looking serenely into the kitchen.

Walk slowly past.

In the kitchen, Lan Xianshu was just making breakfast in an orderly manner.

Her breakfast Ye Zhichen was very familiar and familiar, and even the fragrance was still the kind of smell they smelled every morning when they were together three years ago.

The memory seems to have jumped to three years ago.

At that time, he had just taken over the family company, and lied to her that now the family limited his expenses, and all his money was paid by the company.

With an unexpected cheer, she suddenly pounced on him, tilting her head and widening her eyes, "Is that every day you have to take the lunch I prepared to work?" ”

patted her little head, and sure enough, the smaller the head, the simpler the thought.

The woman pouted, "Doesn't that mean you have to go home for dinner every day?" ”

An undeniable nod.

His eyes were almost narrowed into a line with a smile, "How good, I just envy the housewives who cook every day on TV." ”

Pinching the soft flesh on her waist, the man squinted and smiled, "Why are you thinking about being a housewife in the future before you get married?!" ”

Pouted, "I don't want to be a housewife, or I want you to eat my cooking every day." ”

nodded, very satisfied, "Then my future life will be handed over to you!" ”

Even though he may be a little nervous about life at that time, she still prepares a lot every morning.

A variety of porridge, side dishes, bread, sala and omelette that change every morning.

Every day she must sit opposite him and watch him eat the same, milk is a must, and she must watch him drink it with her own eyes.

A lot of times he would laugh at her, so serious that it would be like a Japanese family.

She was always glaring, disgusted that he was not emotional.

At that time, it was really the simplest life, the simplest happiness.

And now that I look at it, I don't have the sweet feeling I had at all......

A sour and bitter taste rises down the throat to the taste buds on the tip of the tongue.

In the kitchen, she clapped her hands for the prepared breakfast, and then brought it out little by little, and put it beautifully.

He tilted his head and looked stupidly for a while, then glanced back at the room, thought for a while, and silently pulled out a chair and sat down.

Doing nothing, just sitting there, looking at the table in front of me with empty eyes.

Ye Zhichen turned his head and glanced at Shen Zhiqiu, who had been silent until now.

Shen Zhiqiu pursed her lips and looked in Lan Xianshu's direction, "That's why I never wanted you to be by her side." ”

That's why she's always wanted to stop him.

Ye Zhichen was stunned.

After waiting for a long, long time, she began to lose patience, and moved the table irritably, and then waited stupidly.

Ye Zhichen walked over in her last-second patience and pulled out a chair opposite her.

The moment he pulled the chair away, he saw her shallow smile, such a fleeting smile.