President Fu's new wife

Chapter 120 Desire to be with you from the bottom of my heart (2)
At the door, he said, "Go push a cart?"

She froze for a moment, then went to push the cart.

He smiled lowly until she came back, the smile in his eyes was covered up, he strode forward, she followed behind.

In the vegetable section, he chose green vegetables. Both of them were extremely demanding, and frowned on some vegetables that had wilted.

The payment was naturally from his wallet. He gave her the wallet and took the food out of the cart, and she stood by and waited to receive it in the bag.

People around were envious of the tacit understanding between the two of them standing together.

After returning from the supermarket, the two of them went to the nearest apartment. He put the ingredients he bought in the kitchen, and then washed the fruits he bought and put them on the plate.

Fortunately, there are some things left here, so that they will not be insufficient.

She went up and changed into light clothes and came out of the room to see his actions in the kitchen.

Holding the mobile phone in her hand, she turned on Food Network and watched while walking towards the kitchen: "Shall I make it?"

He glanced at her, looked at the phone in her hand, and gave her the place.

Sexy fingers pinched a grape on the plate and ate it into his mouth, it was actually very sweet and refreshing.

The dark eyes were much brighter, and then he took another one and put it in her mouth.

It wasn't until the grapes were in her mouth that she remembered that the grapes came from his hand, and her face flushed instantly. He was cutting carrots with a knife beside him, and he was able to slice them very thinly.

Zhuo Xing couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and praised: "Very good."

He smiled slightly: "Of course." Proud.

Then the two made tomato and egg soup, mushroom and rapeseed, and cut a piece of ham. There were vegetables, soup and meat. The aroma of cooked rice was even more heart-warming.

I couldn't help being in a good mood, and the dinner cooked by the two of them was even more clean.

Later, she looked at the stars in front of the window with the milk in her hand. The stars in the night sky were bright and charming.

This summer seems to be particularly exciting.

There were a few sheets of drawing paper and pens on the table by the floor-to-ceiling window. I couldn't help but put down the milk cup and picked up the brush. It had been a long time since I had drawn.

The drawing board is in the villa, and it has been a decoration since I went there.

During the whole maternity vacation, it was only when I picked up the pen that I realized that I would miss it.

The feeling of holding a pen is so solid.

I can't help but look at the shape of a small potted plant on the table and draw it, thinking that it is difficult, but it can be handy.

He walked behind her with a glass of red wine, looked at the scene she painted, and couldn't help smiling.

With sexy fingers pinching the glass with super good texture, she sipped a little red wine, and then put the glass next to her milk glass.

She saw that when the cup turned her head, he had hugged her from behind, with a little bit of alcohol in his breath.

Zhuo Xing's heart fluttered, but then he just let him hug him and continued to paint the unfinished leaves.

"There is progress." Mr. Fu commented.

She smiled, put down her pen, raised her hand to gently cover his arm, and gently snuggled into his arms: "I won't work in a newspaper anymore, how about I just become an art teacher?"

He laughed: "I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Hearing those words, Zhuo Xing turned to look at him angrily, his burning eyes locked those big black eyes, he lowered his head and kissed her red lips.

If the starry sky can prove it, it should also be able to witness their affection.

When she was dizzy from being kissed, she could only hear whispers in her ears: I am getting old after waiting for days.

Her heart trembled, but she didn't speak, she pursed her lips slightly and her eyelashes drooped.

She never thought about her second time, or give it to him.

There was no such kind of love in their marriage agreement.

But at some point, she was actually willing.

Reluctant is the uncontrolled upset of one's own heart.

Back in the bedroom, feeling satisfied for a long time, she gently leaned against the head of the bed and read the romance novel on the phone, while he took a shower in the bathroom.

Looking back carefully, I found that since she had a relationship with him, she has been changing houses constantly.

But here, it turned out to be the place where she felt most at ease.

The heroes and heroines in the novel are more bitter, especially when the heroine is abused to death but not dead, she also shed a lot of tears.

When he came out of the shower, he saw her holding the phone and wiping tears, and he couldn't help but walked over worriedly: "What's wrong?"

Rou Ni wiped away her tears, sniffed her snot and said, "Yuanyuan is such a bad girl, everyone is abusing the heroine."

Boss Fu frowned, took the phone from her hand, flipped through a few pages she had read, and muttered helplessly, "How could you read this kind of thing?"

Every woman has that kind of fairy tale dream. When she dreams of being protected by a capable man, she will naturally read it.

But she said, "Support Yuanyuan."

He put the phone aside: "Then don't hold it, it's not worth crying your eyes out."

As he spoke, he lifted the blanket to cover the two of them, looked at her slender calves, and couldn't help feeling fascinated but unable.

"If you can't finish reading, you won't be able to sleep well." Zhuo Xing said a few simple words.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and then brought the phone to his eyes again: "I'll be your eyes."

As he spoke, he hugged her in his arms, pressed her head against her chest with one big palm, and held the mobile phone in front of her eyes with one hand: "Where do you see it?"

But he patiently read it to her. In his life, it was the first time he read to someone. It wasn't his girlfriend, sister, or baby, but it was her.

His dear little wife.

"If I had known that we would break up, I wouldn't have been with you when I died." He read a sentence, but couldn't continue with a frown.

The thin lips were tightly pressed, and the childish storyline gave him a headache.

It's just those childish dialogues, as if hinting at something, I hope he can feel it.

"He glanced at her, saw her face full of tears, and laughed at her: Yes, if he had known that we would break up, he would not have looked for you at any other woman."

She couldn't help the tears in her eyes, as if she had been crying a lot since she was pregnant.

"Do you women like such naive things?" He couldn't help but lowered his head and asked her, but saw her wiping tears.

"Don't men like it at all?" She was even more curious, asking her curiously while sniffling her nose.

He laughed and said, "You are such a vivid little girl, I didn't realize it before."

She raised her head: "Now that I have found out, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)