Wan Xin said with a smile while taking care of Xiaobao.

"There will be meat in the cafeteria tomorrow, do you want to go?"

"Ah? Isn't it a holiday? Why is there still meat?"

"I'm getting married to your sister-in-law, and we haven't invited any big guests yet. It's a good opportunity to get some big guests. I'll ask the kitchen staff to prepare them. Tomorrow at noon, I'll make them for everyone to improve their meals."

"Really? Then I can't miss it, wife, I will take you to the army to eat delicious food at noon tomorrow."

"That's great, big sister. I congratulate you and Captain Fu in advance. May you be together forever and have a happy marriage. May you have a big fat baby soon. Hahaha."

Ming Leyao's face turned red because of Lin Yuzhen's trouble. She glanced at Fu Wencheng in a reproachful manner, raised the teacup in her hand and said, "Thank you for the blessing, Sister Yuzhen."

"Wife, should we change the way we address each other?"

"No need to change it, no need to change it. I have discussed it with my elder sister. Let's call each other by our names. It won't affect the relationship between us."

"That's fine, as long as you have no objection."

Wan Xin also felt that these titles and the like were not a big deal. As for Fu Wencheng, he had even less objection. In his opinion, what his wife said was right. No matter whether it was a big thing or a small thing, it was always right to listen to his wife.

After dinner, because of different directions, several people planned to separate at the entrance of the state-owned hotel.

Lin Yuzhen made an appointment with Ming Leyao for tomorrow at noon and waved goodbye to Ming Leyao.

After returning home in the evening, Ming Leyao and Fu Wencheng washed up, lay on the bed and chatted for a few minutes, then they could no longer resist the sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up in a daze, it was already morning.

The stove in the house had been lit, and she could feel the heat in the house when she stretched out her hand.

Turning her head to look at the side, she didn't know where Fu Wencheng was doing, but the clothes she needed to wear today were neatly placed next to her.

This man...

That's really thoughtful.

Just as I put on my clothes and was about to fold the quilt, the door was pushed open.

"Are you up? I was just about to call you. I've poured you some water to wash your face. Wash up first and I'll make the quilt."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Ming Leyao put down the quilt, turned around, folded her long arms behind Fu Wencheng's head, and gently kissed him on the lips.

"Reward for you."

"Wife, your reward is a bit perfunctory..."

Fu Wencheng's voice unconsciously became a little hoarse when he spoke.

"Oh? Perfunctory? What about this?"

After saying that, she immediately held Fu Wencheng's lips, gently tracing the shape of his lips with the tip of her tongue until the man's breathing gradually became rapid. Then she let go, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at him with a smile.

"How about this? Is your sincerity sufficient?"

"You little rascal, you only know how to bully me."

"Then why didn't you say anything when you bullied me?"

"Is that bullying? I'm just promoting harmony between us. Wife, please don't wrongly accuse me."

With affection surging in his deep black eyes, Fu Wencheng suppressed his restlessness, reached out and held Ming Leyao in his arms, resting his chin on her shoulder, teasing her to the utmost.

"You...you should get up quickly. We have something to do later."

Being pushed away by his own wife, Fu Wencheng's eyes were full of smiles. He stretched out his hand gently and dotingly, picked her up from the bed, and gently placed her on the ground.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Go wash up and I'll make the quilt."

"Um."

Ming Leyao left the house in a hurry, took a towel, washed her face and brushed her teeth quickly, and when Fu Wencheng went to the kitchen, she ran back to the house, applied some skin cream she made herself, simply drew her eyebrows, put the lipstick in her pocket, and prepared to apply it after dinner.

After breakfast, the two of them simply packed up. Fu Wencheng held a red scarf in his hand and wrapped it around his wife before going out.

"It's cold outside, aren't you cold in your coat?"

“It’s not cold.”

Today is a big day. Do you want grace or warmth? Ming Leyao chose the former.

Seeing that his wife insisted, Fu Wencheng compromised helplessly, but he pulled his wife's hand from time to time to test the temperature, holding a cotton jacket in his hand, ready to put it on his wife at any time.

When they arrived at the entrance of the alley where Wan Xin and his wife rented a small courtyard, the three of them were waiting there early.