Fu simiu or went to cook, before cooking repeatedly told her not to eat takeout, said that takeout is not good for health.

Song yu'er, who had no food to eat, quietly left home while he was busy in the kitchen.

She went to Zhao bingyue and saw her dishonored appearance. Zhao bingyue kicked her a few times: "what's the matter with you? Did you quarrel with your husband?"

Didn't the two of you were fine yesterday?

"No noise." Song yu'er is lying on the sofa of Zhao bingyue's house. Zhao bingyue's house is not far away from where she lives, so it's very convenient to visit.

"No fight, that's the cold war?" Zhao bingyue's curiosity was hung up, "tell me quickly, because of what cold war?"

Song yu'er took a look at her: "why do you always think of my marriage happiness as bad?"

It's not a fight or a cold war. Is she so obvious?

"Where I always think about the bad side of your marriage happiness, it is clearly that you have written a few words on your face that I am not happy." Zhao bingyue snorted and turned on the TV.

Song yu'er sighs gently, even Zhao bingyue can see, what can she do?

Not long after the phone rang, Fu simiu told her that the meal was ready and asked her to go back to dinner.

"Tut tut." Zhao bingyue a face of envy, jealousy and hate, "this has a husband is not the same, eat have someone to take care of."

She sighed a long sigh again and sighed, "it's so pathetic that we are all alone."

She took out a piece of paper to wipe away the tears on her face, a look that I still feel pity for.

Song yu'er looked disgusted: "don't cry, or you can go back with me and taste my husband's craft?"

This time, Zhao bingyue refused: "forget it, I don't want to be a light bulb."

"That's what you said. I'm going back?"

From Zhao bingyue's home, just home, Fu Si Mu has really prepared the meal, and has been put on the table.

"Where have you been?" The man took off his apron.

Even the action of doing housework is so handsome, such a man did not have a girlfriend before, who believes it?

Song yu'er is just curious. What kind of woman should he be for a handsome man like him?

That woman must be beautiful. She must have a good character.

Song yu'er, while imagining the perfect female image in her mind, walked to the dining table: "Wow, so many dishes have been made, so delicious!"

She looked up at Fu simiu: "I didn't expect you could cook. I thought that a young master like you should be like my brother, and his hands should not touch the spring water."

Song en Ju is a pronoun for being lazy at home. He is lazy and lazy. He likes to be bossy.

There are servants in my family, but I like to call her and treat her as a servant girl.

So song yu'er always dislikes him. Of course, there are other reasons. In short, song enzu is a synonym for disgust and disgust.

Fu simiu looked at her quietly, and her lips bent slightly: "I didn't know how to do it before. Later, in order to take care of a queen, I had to learn it."

Song yu'er sits down and takes chopsticks slightly. Her expression in her eyes is complicated.

The queen

It turns out that the woman's position in his heart is queen level!

It's no wonder that he can't forget it.

Song yu'er bowed her head to eat and did not ask about another woman. After all, they did not know each other for a few days. When they asked about each other's past and secrets in each other's hearts, it was inevitable that they would go beyond it.

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