Now Cuihua was not only waiting to greet her son, but also smelled the delicious aroma of chopped green onions in a pot in her dream. She opened her eyes and smelled it again. It was a real smell, not a dream. Cuihua only then remembered that she had wanted to run, but she didn't get up because she was too tired.

The strange feeling under her body was gone now, but her stomach was making empty city sounds. Cuihua thought for a moment and realized that no one would be able to escape from the bed tonight. She should get up first and fill her stomach first.

After making up his mind, he turned around and got up. He went to the bathroom to take a good shower. At this time, Feng Jianjun, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard the noise from the bathroom and popped his head out to listen. Cuihua was in the bathroom, humming a little tune, and then she went back to cook. He knew this woman couldn't help but scare people. It would be easier to deal with her after knowing what she was afraid of.

Thinking of his future happiness, Feng Jianjun happily cut another section of ham. Actually, this thick ham was what Feng Jianjun had been thinking about at first. He'd been thinking about it while pouring sesame oil in the kitchen at noon. But then, thinking it was too thick, he didn't take it. But it didn't matter. He'd go to the supermarket tomorrow after work and buy a similar size one.

Thinking of having another handy tool, Feng Jianjun was so happy that he could hardly control himself. Looking at his current appearance, it didn't match his age at all.

After taking a shower, Cuihua changed into clean clothes. After thinking for a moment, she threw the dirty clothes directly into the fully automatic washing machine on the balcony. After throwing the clothes away, she thought about eating something so that she could escape, so she turned and went into the kitchen.

Feng Jianjun, who was in a good mood, saw Cuihua come in directly and said with a smile: "Wait a little longer, we will eat in five minutes."

That's right, this is how a husband treats his wife. Cuihua felt relieved when she saw Feng Jianjun being so servile to her. In the past, if Chunwang had upset her, he would have been on his knees, licking her like the Queen.

Feng Jianjun's attitude towards her now finally made Cuihua feel a little bit like she used to. Cuihua said nothing, and went out to sit down at the dining table, waiting for Feng Jianjun to feed her.

Feng Jianjun, who treats Cuihua like this now, is Cuihua's ideal type: no children, a three-bedroom, two-living-room house, and a pretty good job. This kind of husband is not only the ideal type that Cuihua wants, but should be the ideal type of husband that most middle-aged single women want.

Thinking of this, Cuihua felt that marrying Feng Jianjun wasn't such a bad idea. There was another key point: To be honest, she had enjoyed that terrifying hour at noon. She kept saying no, but the urine marks on the sheets were the best proof.

At this time, Feng Jianjun brought out the prepared meal, three dishes and a soup, and the meal was very good. Cuihua, who was greedy, was even more satisfied with the meal. If Feng Jianjun didn't beat her and continued to feed her like this every day, she would still be able to accept this marriage.

"Are you hungry? Eat first, I'll go get the rice." Feng Jianjun said to Cuihua with a smile.

Cuihua still didn't say anything, but quickly picked up the chopsticks and reached for the scrambled eggs on the plate.

Feng Jianjun knew that Cuihua must be hungry since she had eaten some pad ba pad ba in the morning and had not eaten anything all day, so he did not care that she ate eggs and watched her eat with a smile. Cuihua saw Feng Jianjun looking at her eagerly while she ate and felt that what she thought was right.