He didn't even feel any pain when the blade sank into the flesh.

It wasn't until he cut his nails and the blade was blocked and couldn't cut into it that he realized that something was going to happen.

Sure enough, as soon as he took the knife, bright red blood gushed out.

Pei Xingmo twisted his brows, turned on the cold water from the faucet to the maximum, and put his fingers under the water column to flush.

Half a minute passed, and the bleeding still didn't stop.

Pei Xingmo could only pinch the middle of the injured index finger with his thumb, and with the other hand, he turned out the medicine box with one hand, looking for disinfectant and hemostatic medicine.

It's good to have these things in the medicine box at home.

After simply drenching the wound with iodine wine, he poured down a small half bottle of hemostatic medicine, which was able to stop the bleeding.

The blood finally stopped dripping, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously glanced at the bedroom door.

Seeing that the door was still closed, Pei Xingmo hurriedly pasted the wound with a band-aid and began to wipe the blood-stained floor.

in the bathroom.

Fu Sheng sneezed once every minute and three in succession.

She muttered that she hadn't done anything today, that she couldn't be sick.

After taking a shower, she walked to the kitchen and saw the band-aid on Pei Xingmo's left index finger, and she realized why she was sneezing.

"Your hand ......"

Fu Sheng's brows were about to wrinkle into Sichuan characters.

"It's fine." Pei Xingmo wiped the water stains on his fingers, put his hand on Fu Sheng's shoulder, and walked out of the kitchen with the fragrant little girl who had just finished taking a bath.

"I was cut by a knife when I was cutting something, and I was slightly injured."

He pulled out a chair and asked Fu Sheng to sit down, "Don't go into the kitchen just after taking a shower, the meal will be ready for about twenty minutes, I'll go fry the steak and fry the vegetables, and I'll be able to cook soon." ”

Don't go into the kitchen just after taking a shower?

Who went into the kitchen to cook after taking a shower?

Fu Sheng looked at Pei Xingmo with resentment, hoping that he could be a little self-aware.

However, Pei Xingmo has always been thick-skinned, and he didn't see Fu Sheng's questioning eyes.

"Just need to fry steak and stir-fry vegetables?" Fu Sheng grabbed Pei Xingmo's left hand, his eyes wished to penetrate the band-aid, and take a good look at whether he was injured lightly or severely.

Pei Xingmo could feel that her concern was not perfunctory, and there was a warm flow in his heart, "Yes." ”

"Okay." Fu Sheng let go of Pei Xingmo's hand and rolled up his sleeves, "I'll come." ”

Pei Xing's eyebrows jumped, and he said something to stop him,

"No, frying steak and stir-frying vegetables is very simple, I just hurt my finger, and it's not a serious injury, so I can't even do it."

Fu Sheng pulled his sleeves down a little to his elbows, "You don't want to try my craft?" ”

She has always known how to tempt Pei Xingmo,

"You don't think you have eaten my cooking."

Fu Sheng can cook.

When she was begging for a living in the mountains, she had to contract all the housework at home by herself.

This includes three meals a day.

Whether the food she cooks is salty or light, it will attract a beating.

So her craft is okay.

It's just that after being taken back to the Fu family by her grandfather, she became the eldest lady of the Fu family and didn't need to go into the kitchen.

Only once or twice, Fu Zhengguo and Wei Ya took Fu Shiqing to the playground to play, and she and her grandfather were the only ones left at home, and she cooked for her grandfather.

At that time, grandpa would praise her for her good craftsmanship with distressed eyes.

Except for his grandfather, Fu Sheng really hasn't cooked for anyone.

Pei Xingmo also knew that Fu Sheng could cook.

Usually when he cooks, if she doesn't have anything important to do, she will go into the kitchen to help, and she can turn the pot twice with a shovel to see how fast she is pasting.

At first glance, the technique has a culinary foundation.

However, he had never eaten a meal that had been made entirely by her hands.

sighed in his heart, Pei Xingmo didn't resist the temptation in the end,

"Okay, I'll help you with the remaining two dishes."

Fu Sheng knew that Pei Xingmo would definitely agree, "Okay." ”

Fold his sleeves neatly, Fu Sheng got up and walked into the kitchen.

Pei Xingmo followed up and pulled out gloves for her to put on.

Frying the steak will splash oil, and he can not wear it if he has rough skin and thick meat, but she can't.

Fu Sheng has never been rebellious in this kind of thing.

She obediently stretched out her hand and asked Pei Xingmo to help her put on gloves.

The apron was also tied with Pei Xingmo's help.

Putting on gloves and fastening an apron, Fu Sheng fired.

Frying steak and sautéing vegetables is very easy for her, and there is no technical content.

Fu Sheng opened two pots, one for frying steak and one for stir-frying vegetables.

The green vegetables are fast, and when the steak comes out of the pot, the abalone braised pork cooked by Pei Xingmo, the steamed fish, and the stewed soup can also be out of the pot.

This meal is a casual meal, and there are not many dishes to cook, they are all home-cooked dishes that I usually like to eat.

After bringing all the food and soup to the table, Fu Sheng's eyes glanced in the direction of the wine cabinet.

The little look was so obvious that Pei Xingmo couldn't notice it, "Want to drink?" ”

Fu Sheng nodded sincerely, "A little." ”

"Then drink, I'll accompany you." After a pause, Pei Xingmo still added, "But you can't get drunk." ”

If you get drunk, you won't be able to sleep well at night.

Since I'm going to ...... tomorrow The Civil Affairs Bureau handles the divorce certificate, and they have to rest well tonight and draw a perfect end to this relationship in the best state.

"I try to control it." Whether he will be drunk or not, Fu Sheng can't control it.

Her alcohol consumption fluctuates between high and low.

Pei Xing finished loading the meal, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Fu Sheng coming over with two bottles of foreign wine with a high degree of alcohol.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and didn't say anything to disappoint her by asking her to change the degree of low degree, and directly took it and opened it.

One person poured a full cup.

Big deal, he'll control how much she drinks later.

Instead of asking her to change the wine she had already chosen.

Fu Sheng took a small sip on the edge of the cup, and his eyes were half narrowed.

Like a cat that succeeds in stealing.

Pei Xingmo, like Fu Sheng, took a sip of wine first, and then picked up chopsticks to eat.

Four dishes and one soup.

It's still a lot for the two of them.

Except for the steak and vegetables made by Fu Sheng, more than half of the remaining dishes were left.

Eating the last piece of fish that Pei Xingmo gave her in his mouth, Fu Sheng put down his chopsticks, "I'm full." ”

Pei Xingmo glanced at the wine bottle with only one bottom left, "Do you want to drink it?" If I want, I'll open the second bottle as well. ”

Hearing this, Fu Sheng hesitated for half a minute, but still occupied the high ground rationally, "Don't drink it." ”

If you drink again, getting drunk is inevitable.

"Then don't drink it." Pei Xingmo drank the wine in his cup. "Rest for a while, then go take a shower, we'll go to bed early tonight."

"Hmm." Fu Sheng answered lazily.

Pei Xingmo rested for ten minutes and put away the dishes and chopsticks on the dining table into the kitchen.

Fu Sheng originally wanted to help, but she stood up and somehow kicked the corner of the table, almost tripping herself.

was so shocked that Pei Xingmo half-coaxed and half-persuaded her to sit down.

Fu Sheng felt that he was violent, not drunk, but he didn't insist on helping.

I'm afraid that helping will extend into a mess.

After wiping the table with a tablecloth, Pei Xingmo went into the kitchen to wash his hands, and when he came out again, he saw Fu Sheng sitting there in a daze with his hands on his cheeks, his cheeks were crimson, and even the tails of his eyes were red with wine.

He couldn't help but rub the back of her head, and crouched down on his knees in front of her,

"What are you thinking?"

The man's voice is gentle and indulgent.

Fu Sheng followed the voice, and the light in his pupils gathered back little by little, "I'm thinking...... You ......"

Being watched by her so intently, the clear fox eyes were foggy, Pei Xingmo couldn't stand it anymore, not to mention that she also magnified her tricks and came up with a plausible love sentence.

His pupils fluttered unexpectedly, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

However, Fu Sheng didn't confess affectionately, he just spoke loudly, "Did you secretly cry just now?" ”

She was thinking about Pei Xingmo coming out of the bathroom, his eyes red into rabbit eyes.

The emotion in his heart lasted for less than two seconds, and was dispelled by Fu Sheng's next half sentence, Pei Xingmo couldn't cry or laugh,

"Or do you want to pretend not to see it? How can you expose me so much in front of me without giving face? ”

He did cry.

Secretly in the bathroom, crying so much that I couldn't even speak.

But the reason why he avoided Fu Sheng to vent his emotions was not because he felt ashamed to cry in front of her, but because he didn't want to feel emotions such as sympathy from her.

Unfortunately, after crying, the redness of his eyes could not subside, and he was afraid that if he stayed in the bathroom for too long, the little girl would be hungry.

There was no way, he could only come out to cook with red eyes.

He was washing things in the kitchen with his back to Fu Sheng, and when she stood behind him and looked at him,

Pei Xingmo could feel the entanglement and hesitation emanating from her body very clearly,

That's why he supported her to take a bath.

Since he decided to divorce, Pei Xingmo didn't want Fu Sheng to soften his heart because he sympathized with him, so forget it.

As Zhou Jingcheng said, sticking to this marriage is not beneficial to Fu Sheng's psychotherapy.

Pei Xingmo finally persuaded himself to let go, he was afraid that even if she only gave him half a step down, he would regret it.

"Pei Xingmo, are you so sad?"

Fu Sheng reached out and poked the man's cheek.

Pei Xingmo didn't want to hold her wrist directly, "Sad." ”

After a pause, he added, "But it doesn't matter. ”

It doesn't matter if he's sad, because to him, she's more important.

Fu Sheng broke away from Pei Xingmo's hand, "That-is it more sad now, or is it more sad when you decide to give the credit to Pei Yanzhi." ”

Hearing this question, Pei Xingmo froze, and his pupils contracted suddenly.

Seeing his face turn white in an instant, Fu Sheng reacted suddenly.

- No, she said that it was pointless to embarrass him, they were going to get divorced, what else was she going to hurt him.

"Yes...... no"

Halfway through the apology, Pei Xingmo interrupted, "Now." ”

Fu Sheng was stunned.

She thought he wouldn't answer.

Pei Xingmo raised his hand, and rubbed his fingertips against the white and red cheeks of the person in front of him, "Shengsheng, I'm even more sad now." ”

If it's usual, he'll be followed by - so you're going to make me happy? Just kissing me is enough.

But now, he doesn't dare to take anything, dare not sell miserably, and dare not ridicule.

Fu Sheng blinked and insisted on finishing what was interrupted by Pei Xingmo.

"I'm sorry, no matter when it's more upset, don't be sad."

The verbal comfort was too thin, Fu Sheng opened his hands and hugged him.

Pei Xingmo was squatting, much shorter than Fu Sheng sitting.

She embraced him, his head resting on her chest.