President Fu's new wife

Chapter 98 The New Good Wife Forcibly Drinks Alcohol (6)
So anyway, she was leisurely at work, and early the next morning, she hugged the computer and started looking for information in the study.

The sky outside is a bit dark and cloudy.

The surroundings were so silent that one couldn't bear to speak loudly.

After waking up, he habitually reached out to touch her, and swung his long arms out, but felt that the side was empty.

He frowned slightly, then opened his eyes and turned to look at the place, it was indeed empty.

Sitting up from the bed, the room was quiet and there was no smell of other people's existence.

Then he lowered his eyes to look at the bed, and lay down again with a deep groan.

The exquisite silhouette looked a little bored, I don't know where she went, and I don't know what time she got up.

She looked at the time for a while and felt tired. It was already past seven o'clock. After sitting for two hours after getting up at five o'clock, she felt her back was stiff. Just when she thought about it, the phone on the table vibrated suddenly.

She saw that it was Zhou Yuanyuan who picked it up: "Hello?"

Zhou Yuanyuan made a phone call while brushing her teeth: "Did your husband make things difficult for you last night?"

"No? What's the matter?"

"Last night, I saw your QQ online and said a few words to you. I didn't expect him to reply that he is Fu Zhi. Since you are all right, I want to ask, dear, why is he holding your notebook? "

Zhou Yuanyuan said that the hand holding the toothbrush was still pinching her waist. She was so worried that she couldn't sleep for several minutes yesterday.

Zhuo Xing blinked slightly, then opened QQ, opened her chat history with Zhou Yuanyuan, and looked at the few lines of information above, instantly feeling lifeless in such a quiet morning.

"You want to kill me, beauty!" Zhuo Xing sighed helplessly, then hung up the phone and turned off the computer.

When I went to the kitchen and saw Xiaomi, I thought about the days when Sister Zhang used to cook for the two of them, so nostalgic.

Holding the mobile phone, I flipped through the steps of cooking millet porridge, and then learned how to do it.

In fact, some things are surprisingly simple.

But half an hour later, the aroma of millet porridge made her feel completely better.

He woke up after washing up, smelling porridge at home, and thought that Sister Zhang was back.

She also adjusted the side dishes, very thoughtful.

I fried a poached egg. After I fried it, I felt a little unkind, so I fried another one.

He stood not far from the kitchen door, put his hands in his trouser pockets and watched the woman's cautious movements inside, and he couldn't help but froze.

What a virtuous look!

Walking slowly to the restaurant, watching her come with two plates, just watching quietly.

Then sit there and wait for your meal.

Zhuo Xing raised his eyes to look at him, then lowered his eyes, and put a plate in front of him: "This is one of the few things I can make, and it is incomparable with Sister Zhang."

He didn't say a word, looking at the beautifully colored dishes on the plate, he didn't realize that what she said made sense.

She turned around to serve the porridge, brought it out carefully, and then filled the bowls of both of them before sitting down: "It doesn't seem as bad as Sister Zhang's cooking."

He glanced at her, lowered his eyes and stirred gently with a spoon: "It's okay!"

She looked at him again, okay?

Why did she feel that the evaluation was a bit high, she smiled, and then began to eat.

Ms. Zhang adds a little salt to the poached eggs every time, which is obviously bland.

But when she was not very active in eating, she saw him eating deliciously, her heart moved inexplicably, and then she lowered her head and drank the porridge.

"What time does it start?" He asked lightly.

She glanced at him: "It's past five o'clock!"

He didn't speak anymore, and said to her before going to work: "If you're bored at home, let Fu Rou accompany you to choose a photo studio, and we'll take wedding photos when it's settled."

She stood in the living room and watched him leave, but she couldn't help but froze.

Wedding photos?
As soon as she went to the old house and hugged her son and daughter, Fu Rou came back from outside: "Xiao Xing, your husband asked me to accompany you to choose a photo studio today."

Sitting together with Zhuo Xing, He Yue saw her daughter came back shortly after going out with her bag, and couldn't help laughing: "I'll tell you not to go out today."

Fu Rou pouted slightly, then walked over to Xiao Xing's side: "Let's go, go and see which one you like!"

"Should we choose from so many photo studios in Fengrong?" Zhuo Xing didn't like trouble too much.

"Of course not. Ever since you announced that you were going to hold a wedding, several well-known photo studios have started to recommend it to you, and they will do it for you for free."

Zhuo Xing froze, unable to believe it.

Their wedding would cost a lot of money, wouldn't those photo studios pay for their one-stop services?
"You don't have to believe it, these photo studios seem to be generous, but they actually want to rely on our wedding to become famous? Then they will earn more than that."

Only then did Zhuo Xing realize that this was the case.

So Fu Rou and Fu Rou reluctantly went to the photo studio. Fu Rou said on the way: "The reason why I don't want to go to the photo studio is not because I find it troublesome. It's because I hate those wedding dresses."

Zhuo Xing raised his eyebrows slightly, and thought for a while: "Is it because Zhuo Liang escaped marriage?"

Fu Rou did not speak, and was silent for a while, when Zhuo Xing thought she would not speak out, she suddenly said loudly: "Of course not!"

Zhuo Xing was startled, but the next moment he saw the angry look on Fu Rou's face, he couldn't help shaking his head helplessly.

At the entrance of the photo studio, Zhuo Xing didn’t go down, flipped through the brochures, and then googled those photo studios with his mobile phone. Seeing their history, Zhuo Xing called them directly: “Choose Xingfu Hundred!”

Fu Rou walked over to take a look and then looked up at her in surprise: "That's it? Why don't you go and see them one by one?"

Zhuo Xing closed the phone: "This photo studio once held a wedding for the Wang family. I have seen the wedding between the eldest son of the Wang family and the daughter of the He family in C City. It should be more reliable."

Fu Rou nodded in admiration, and she made a decision just by Baidu on her mobile phone. Zhuo Xing's decision-making ability is so fast, and what she said is not bad.

So the sister-in-law and sister-in-law went to the mall together in the morning, and Fu Rou was still very happy shopping in the mall.

When the two of them reached the men's clothing, Fu Rou actually got in: "How does your brother wear this?"

Zhuo Xing froze, looking at her in disbelief, she actually wanted to buy clothes for Zhuo Liang?

Shouldn't a girlfriend or wife do such a thoughtful job?

Zhuo Xing thought of Fu Rou talking about the wedding dress and asking her if there was something wrong with Zhuo Liang, and suddenly understood something, then nodded: "Not bad."

Fu Rou thought for a while: "Then I want this one, and you can help your husband choose one, otherwise it would be boring for me to buy it myself."

Zhuo Xing disagrees, she is so cash-strapped now.

So, for a suit worth more than 8 yuan, she swiped his card.

(End of this chapter)