The sky is spinning.

The world plunged into a boundless darkness.

Qing Qing is like a wandering soul, floating in this dark and desperate situation.

She could sense her body, but she couldn't wake up.

Been pressed by a ghost?

She would struggle to wake up when she encountered a ghost press before, but this time Qingqing didn't have that thought.

Forget it, she can still sleep on her back anyway.

Now she just wants to think about one question.

Is it a failure to be a man?

How did she get to where she is today?

The relationship between husband and wife is cold, the relationship between mother and child is rigid, and the siblings quarrel at first sight, just like enemies.

Perplexed, Qingqing suddenly fell asleep like this, and it felt good to never wake up again.

The depression is only a moment. Gu Qingqing is not a person who dare not face the reality. She soon encouraged herself and slowly cheered herself up.

With one pair of hands, passed through her back and the curve of her legs, and hugged her firmly and forcefully.

The drowsy Qing Qing was stimulated by the body's touch and soon showed signs of awakening.

The feeling of ghost press is gradually fading.

When being held and carefully placed on the soft bed, Qingqing woke up.

Unprepared, they met Fu Heng.

Seeing his little wife looking straight at him, Fu Heng smiled and raised his hand to smooth her messy long hair.

"Continue to sleep when you are still sleepy. I don't dislike you for not having a bath."

"I hate it," Qing Qing said. She woke up, got up by herself, bypassed Fu Heng and entered the bathroom.

The cold water poured straight from head to toe, and the drenched dress was attached to the body, drawing a **** curve.

It is a pity that the owner has no intention of admiring himself, only closed his eyes and raised his head to accept the baptism of cold water.

It is only April, and the weather is gradually warming up, but it is far from the season when you can take a cold shower.

Moreover, Qingqing's body is cold, even in summer, she always washes in warm water.

But she just wanted to calm down her dazed brain.

Accepting too many memories at a time, the chaotic head is like an over-running machine, scary with high temperature, and faint smoke.

After rushing for a full half an hour, until Fu Heng realized that Qing Qing had washed too long, he came to knock on the door and asked. Qing Qing closed the sluice smoothly, took off his wet clothes, and casually put on a clean long nightdress in the basket.

As soon as the bathroom door opened, a icy breath rushed over his face.

Fu Heng furrowed his eyebrows, and he reached out his hand to clasp Qingqing's slender wrist, and his skin was cold and bitter.

"Did you take cold water?" Fu Heng stared at his unbehaved wife with a slight reproach: "You have been your childhood in a few years. Now you take a cold bath, and you will feel sore by then, how can you not care about your body so much?"

He is like an old father who is worried about his daughter, and he keeps on teaching endlessly.

The moment Qing Qing was grasped by Fu Heng's palm, he shivered by the hot temperature.

She subconsciously wanted to get rid of Fu Heng's hand, but he subconsciously grasped it tighter and couldn't get rid of it.

"I'm fine."

Realizing that he could not fight Fu Heng if he was tough enough, Qingqing reluctantly pulled out a smile, stretched out his hand and gently grasped Fu Heng's big palm against her, carefully freeing her hand.

"It's just too tired to forget to boil hot water."

An unconcerned explanation, but Fu Heng could only choose to believe it.

"Then go to rest early."

He could not refuse to let Qingqing go to sleep.

"Okay." Qingqing was bored and couldn't get the energy to do anything. He didn't want to say anything to Fu Heng, so he simply followed his words and lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to sleep.

I thought that this would be able to avoid talking, but as Fu Heng's big hand wrapped in a towel was covered, Qing Qing still avoided uncomfortably.

She only acted subconsciously, and did not notice that Fu Heng's movements were impenetrable.

Immediately restored to nature.

"You have to dry your hair to sleep, otherwise you will have a headache."

Regardless of his wife's rejection or acceptance, he just wiped her long hair blindly.

Benefiting from the blessing of taking care of the ‘child’ over the past year, Fu Heng can be regarded as handy in taking care of Qingqing.

With his moderate strength and skillful techniques, Qingqing quickly lay down obediently, like a cat that was successfully smoothed after being blown up.

Fu Heng almost wiped Qingqing's hair half dry. Seeing that she was drowsy again, he picked up the hair dryer on the bedside table to blow her hair.

Until the hair was completely dry, the little wife almost fell asleep.

Put away the hair dryer, leaned over, and kissed lovingly on the top of his wife's hair.

Expecting no response, he got up and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

As soon as the water valve opened, the icy cold water gushed out, and even a big man like Fu Heng couldn't help but arouse his spirits at the temperature, let alone his already cold wife.

But Fu Heng didn't increase the temperature, but took a slow bath according to the water temperature.

If someone took a stopwatch to time the time, they would be surprised to find that Fu Heng's bath time was about the same as Qing Qing, and the difference was no more than five minutes.

Came out of the bathroom with cold water vapor, picked up the remote control of the air conditioner and raised the temperature.

The Qingqing in the quilt was so hot that he couldn't help but toss slightly, and his feet moved, trying to kick the quilt away.

Seeing that the quilt was about to be kicked, it was badly covered back, and the edge of the plug was carefully stuffed to ensure that it was tightly pressed and would never be kicked away easily.

"Hot..." Qing Qing muttered dazedly.

At this moment, the quilt was lifted, and an icy body approached her, and the mattress sank slightly.

A faint sweat came out of his forehead, and Qing Qing subconsciously followed the cold source and leaned up comfortably.

It's like hugging an ice cube in the summer of forty degrees, so comfortable that people can't help but sigh.

Vaguely, she seemed to hear a deep laughter, and then the sultry temperature around her gradually disappeared, but Qing Qing, who had already fallen asleep, did not release the pillow in her arms.

Even though she was a little aware that the shape and feel of the pillow were not right, but the sleepy brain was obviously not working.

After sleeping until three poles in the sun, the awakened Qingqing subconsciously glanced at the wall clock on the wall, then was frightened awake, and suddenly sat up straight.

Doesn't she usually get up at six?

I overslept today, and I didn't finish the morning jog in the morning!

Qingqing, who was rushing to get out of bed, recalled the memory of this year after he knew it, only to realize that the biological clock that he had formed for many years had long been disrupted into a ball of wool.

The ball of yarn that was played by the cat has been messed up.

Rubbing her forehead, she sighed and resigned herself to get up to eat breakfast or lunch.

No matter what the meal, she is hungry anyway.

As for the biological clock, it can only be adjusted a little later.

Wearing slippers downstairs, Qingqing thought that the nanny would be busy in the kitchen, but unexpectedly saw an unexpected figure inside.

"Didn't you go to work?" I was too surprised, and just blurted out the words in my heart.

"Most of the company's affairs have been handed over to Ajin. Now I only need to go two or three days a week to confirm that some of the more important projects are fine."

Without looking back, Fu Heng answered his wife's questions casually.

In fact, as soon as Qingqing spoke her words, she realized that she had failed to speak. She subconsciously covered her mouth and chuckled inwardly: "That's it, too, after half a lifetime, you should almost retire."

The chopping motion paused slightly, Fu Heng put down the kitchen knife, turned around and walked out slowly, gradually approaching Qingqing.

Qing Qing backed up uncomfortably until his back hit the corner of the table, and was then forced to stop.

"Fu...Fu Heng."

She frowned, her palms opened and closed, hovering between pushing away and not pushing away her husband.

Fu Heng's dark and deep eyes stared straight at his wife, and his tone was low: "Do you dislike me for being old?"

"No...no." She would never admit it.

"Really?" Fu Heng put his hands on the table behind Qingqing, forming a posture of wrapping her in his arms.

"Hmm..." Qingqing nodded like a green onion, almost swearing to prove his innocence.

The two were deadlocked for a while.

Qingqing gradually felt sore in her waist. In order to distance herself from him as much as possible, her back fell back so much that she was almost unable to support it.

Seeing that she was about to fall off, Fu Heng gave her a big hand to help her stand upright, "Don't practice yoga here, it's not good for your waist."

"I didn't..." I opened my mouth and tried to refute, but everything was blocked by something suddenly stuck in my mouth.

Qing Qing closed her mouth subconsciously, and the slightly spicy fragrance spread across her mouth.

She was stuffed with dried meat.

Qingqing with dried meat is a cat with dried fish.

The sharp claws that just showed up before scratching people, they were first soothed that they would converge in the pads.

I was completely attracted by the jerky and became well-behaved.

"After eating the jerky, wash your hands and prepare to eat." Fu Heng patiently urged from the kitchen.

"Good." Qing Qing answered vaguely.

She slid to wash her hands, feeling nothing wrong with the obedient herself.

After her hands were immersed in the water, she later realized that when she became so obedient?

It must be a sequelae of getting smaller in the past, and it didn't take long for Qingqing to find an excuse for herself.

She shook her wet hands and returned to the dining room. Fu Heng had already placed a sumptuous five dishes and one soup on it, of which there were three pure meat dishes, and the remaining two were seasoned with meat, not a single vegetable. of.

At first glance, he knew that he cooked according to the taste preference of the carnivore Qingqing.

just....

"How to cook so much?" Qingqing felt it was a waste.

When she was young, she didn't think there was anything in it, so she would throw it away when she couldn't finish her food, but as she grew older, she gradually understood that the precious food Qingqing would not waste food.

All meals are made by the nanny just enough, and the dishes are not as good.

"The children are coming back." Fu Heng said.

It's also a coincidence, he just spoke

After falling, there was a lively conversation at the door.

When the sons came back, Qingqing's face was happy, and immediately got up and walked to the door, ready to welcome her sons.

But halfway through, she stopped, and quickly stepped back and sat down at the dinner table.

"What's the matter?" Fu Heng was puzzled by his wife's actions.

Isn't she always fond of children coming home to see her?

"It's nothing, I'm hungry, I want to eat early." Qingqing lowered his head, stuffed white rice in his mouth, and chewed hard.

It's not that the rice is not delicious. After all, the rice cooker cooks the same taste, but she is awkward.

I was hospitalized in a car accident, and there was no one at home to accompany me. After returning home, I was heartbroken by the inexplicable slander of my younger son, even though it was later proved that they were all misunderstandings.

But the broken heart can't fight back.

As a mother, she does love her children very much, but this does not mean that she will not be hurt by this, nor does it mean that she will forgive lightly.

She is a careful person, Qingqing thought.

Otherwise, there won't be a small book dedicated to keeping grudges.

"Mom." As soon as Fu Sishen entered the door, he happily moved to Qingqing's side: "I miss you, do you miss me?"

This sweet-mouthed guy came up with a meal of honey irrigation.

I thought I would get the same enthusiastic response as before, but my mother just glanced at him coldly and said, "Sit down and eat."

Did not answer the question of wanting or not.

Is mom in a bad mood today?

Fu Sishen touched his nose and turned his head to look at his dad for help.

Fu Heng also pretended that he couldn't see it, he couldn't protect himself, where he could go fishing for others.

It was Yu Yu and Fu Sijin who broke the indifferent shell of Qingqing.

"Mom, this is a gift we are buying for you. Take a look."

Yu Yu graciously handed the gift bag in her hand to Qingqing. Qingqing was so upset that she didn't want to take care of it, but after turning her eyes to her already pregnant belly, she immediately changed his mind.

She took the gift bag and finally smiled: "You are interested."

Looking at Yu Yu's belly with concern, Qingqing asked again: "Did your child trouble you?"

"No, he is very good. I don't even have morning sickness and my appetite is not affected."

Speaking of the baby in her belly, Yuyu's face immediately stained with maternal radiance, and her eyes were incredibly tender.

"That's good, you should eat and drink when you are pregnant, as long as you have a good grasp, you don't have to be too taboo..."

Qingqing pulled Yu Yuxu and said a lot of antenatal and childcare.

This is all her personal experience, and Yu Yu listened very carefully, so she almost took an audio note.

Now she just wants to give the best things to the children in her belly. Those people who can learn more from previous experience will definitely be good for the baby.

"Hey brother." The two women talked endlessly, and they didn't even care about the meal. Fu Sishen looked novel and couldn't help but tilt his upper body and approached his brother: "You didn't realize that our mother has become a bit... Kind of..."

He gestured with both hands for a long time, but could not find a suitable adjective.

"Like a normal mother-in-law." Fu Si kindly supplemented him.

"Yes, yes, that's what I meant!" Fu Sishen looked at his brother with surprise.

But Fu Sijin's face was not very good.

He realized the changes in his mother.

Why did my brother say this? It's not because my mother hadn't fully recovered his memory before, and her mind was relatively young. So getting along with his wife is not so much a mother-in-law, but a sister of the same age, or even a playmate.

but now....

The bad feeling in my heart gradually expanded.