Xu Qingran smiled slightly.

"You'll know when the time comes."

Fu Miaohan stepped forward, took her hand, and walked inside.

"You're kind."

The two walked all the way to the restaurant, and Fu Miaohan sat down on her shoulder.

"You should be hungry, wait for me here, I'll serve the food."

After saying that, he turned around and went into the kitchen.

Xu Qingran stood up, walked to the door, and looked in at the door.

Fu Miaohan wore an apron and carefully cooked soup there.

He turned off the fire, poured the soup into the bowl, and brought it out.

Xu Qingran watched him walk out, and turned sideways, "What are you cooking?" ”

She followed him and walked towards the dining room.

Fu Miaohan carefully carried the soup, for fear of spilling it.

"Didn't you like the chicken soup I made for you?"

With that, he walked over to the table and put the soup on the table.

Xu Qingran was stunned for a moment, remembering that when they hadn't divorced before, she often made chicken soup for him, and sighed slightly.

She made him chicken soup because he liked it, not because she liked it.

But she didn't say it, after all, it was his heart.

Fu Miaohan saw that she didn't speak, and she didn't know what she did wrong, so she was a little worried.

He pulled out a chair and sat her down.

"Sit."

Xu Qingran sat down, and then he pulled out another chair and sat opposite her.

He picked up the bowl that had been prepared on the table, scooped a few spoonfuls of soup, and put it in front of Xu Qingran.

"You taste it."

Xu Qingran looked at the chicken soup in front of him and suddenly had an appetite.

She lifted the bowl and took a sip of chicken soup, but she didn't expect that the chicken soup was so delicious.

Even if she doesn't like to drink chicken soup, she can't help but applaud when she drinks it.

She quickly finished a bowl of chicken soup.

Fu Miaohan looked at her, "How does it taste?" ”

Xu Qingran nodded, "It's delicious, but there is only chicken soup for dinner?" ”

Eating only soup is okay?

Fu Miaohan shook his head, "How is that possible?" ”

As he spoke, he stood up and brought three more dishes out of the kitchen.

As soon as you look at it, you know that it is at the level of a great chef.

Xu Qingran looked at Fu Miaohan and became more and more satisfied.

After dinner, the two took another walk in the park.

Xu Qingran looked at the relationship between the two, and felt like an old husband and wife.

In the evening, when he returned to the room, Fu Miaohan pulled Xu Qingran unapprehably.

"Shall I sleep with you tonight?"

Since the first time, he has always wanted to, and he used to try his best to restrain himself, but now that the two of them are all right, there is no need to restrain himself at all.

Xu Qingran blushed and nodded.

With her permission, Fu Miaohan felt like a bloom in his heart, happily picked her up, turned around, and was as happy as a child.

Xu Qingran didn't know that he was so happy, and he became happy.

This kind of wonderful moment should have been left for the wedding night, but they had already been divorced once, and they didn't care about that.

Moreover, they had slept twice before, and the baby had two.

Neither of them is the kind of hypocritical person, and they will not twist and disagree with things that come naturally.

Fu Miaohan put Xu Qingran down, held her face, and kissed her.

A kiss became more and more uncontrollable.

The two kissed all the way from the sofa in the living room to the bedroom.

Fu Miaohan's hand was raised, and with a casual kick, the bedroom door was closed.

Although the two of them only had such a thing a few days ago, but again, Xu Qingran was still a little jerky.

Fu Miaohan felt her clumsy kiss, and the excitement in her heart was even more surging.

The kiss he immediately deepened.

His right hand wandered across her back, lit sensitive areas of her body, and lit fires everywhere.

The last time it was too fast, this time he was not in such a hurry, but slowly guided her and let her follow his rhythm.

He is like a veteran, holding the initiative, making her on him, and she can't stop.

Just when she couldn't stand it anymore, he opened his mouth and coaxed gently.

"Please."

Xu Qingran knew that he liked such a bad taste, so he bit his lip tightly, not wanting to open this mouth.

But the tingling sensation brought by her body made her cry out.

Listening to her charming voice, she wanted to dig a hole in the ground and get into it.

But he was still not satisfied, and seduced her to beg him.

In the end, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she spoke.

"Give it to me."

Even if he didn't ask you for two words, Fu Miaohan was already satisfied.

He met her right away.

The two went from the bedroom, all the way to the bathroom, and then back to the bedroom.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that I stopped and lay down in bed.

Both were exhausted and out of breath.

Xu Qingran fell asleep quickly, but Fu Miaohan didn't feel sleepy.

He sat up, put on his clothes, went into the living room, and lit a cigarette.

But he didn't smoke it, and let the cigarette burn in his hand.

He always remembered what Xu Qingran said before.

In the past, he smoked a lot, at least three or four packs a day.

But that day, Xu Qingran actually cried and asked him to stop smoking, saying that she saw which one was hospitalized because of smoking, and she didn't want him to be hospitalized because of smoking.

It was the second year of their fake marriage, and at that time, although he had no love for her, he was not bad for her.

The two have a cooperative relationship.

But one time, he was smoking on the rooftop, and she came up, saw it, and snatched his cigarette away.

Xu Qingran at the time of amnesia, because in an unfamiliar environment, may be a little afraid of life, and people are very insecure about the fear of the unknown.

So at that time, she was very respectful to him, and she would not refuse him for half a point.

It was also the first time she had told him not to smoke so clearly.

So Xu Qingran that day made him very impressed.

It was her behavior that made him not smoke again.

If you are really addicted to smoking, you will light the cigarette and hold it between your fingers to enjoy it.

But the way he looks now, it's not because he's addicted to smoking, but because he's a little depressed.

He just quietly took his cigarette and thought about what had happened these days.

He felt the same as Xu Qingran, feeling that he had walked into a net made up by others, and his brother was also a part of the net.

I don't know what came to mind, he was slightly stunned.

His brother?

Should he find an opportunity to talk to him and tell him about his background?

That's how it should be, he thought about it, and his heart was a little more steady.

He stood up, threw the cigarette into the garbage basket, then turned around, walked back to the bedroom, hugged Xu Qingran, and fell asleep together.

The next day, the sun rose.