Song Qingyou had to admit that she often found herself unable to resist Fu Wenzhou's enthusiasm.
For example, at this moment.
He spouts nonsense without batting an eye. Song Qingyou is used to sticking to the rules and regulations; he's never been so unconventional.
Spending every day with Fu Wenzhou like this, Song Qingyou felt herself becoming more outgoing.
She pursed her lips, too embarrassed to engage with Fu Wenzhou's words, so she simply pretended not to hear and avoided his intense gaze.
Fu Wenzhou noticed that her ears were slightly red and the corners of her lips were slightly upturned. He reached out and picked up the bowl and chopsticks from the table.
"This is your favorite fish congee. Try it and see if you like it."
Song Qingyou's eyebrows twitched slightly, and her nose tingled with a soreness. This person always seemed to remember what she liked to eat, what she didn't like to eat, and all her little habits.
Fu Wenzhou gently and tenderly scooped a spoonful and fed it to her mouth.
She doesn't like ginger, so he always cuts the ginger into very small pieces and puts it in to cook together, then picks the ginger out one by one after it's cooked.
To prevent her from tasting the ginger flavor, he stirred it constantly while cooking, using the sweetness of the fish to mask the smell.
The process was very complicated, but Fu Wenzhou enjoyed it.
Song Qingyou's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the millet melted in her mouth, its sweetness seeping into her heart.
Fu Wenzhou replied in a hoarse voice, "Is it good?"
Song Qingyou nodded and said sincerely, "It's delicious."
Fu Wenzhou chuckled softly, "If it's delicious, I'll make it for you every day from now on, okay?"
Song Qingyou looked down at the fragrant porridge in the bowl, her fingers gripping the chopsticks tightly. "I'll learn to cook for you in the future."
Fu Wenzhou paused slightly, then remained silent.
Song Qingyou thought he was unwilling, so she lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, and a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.
Just as she was lost in thought.
"No need," Fu Wenzhou said in a low, hoarse voice. "I can't bear to part with it."
I can't bear to see her do housework, cook, or work hard, and I especially can't bear to see her being bullied.
Song Qingyou was stunned, seemingly not expecting Fu Wenzhou to give this answer.
She reached out and touched his face, a smile playing on her lips: "How can a puppy be so well-behaved?"
Fu Wenzhou continued feeding her, letting her touch him like a child: "Haven't you always been this good?"
Song Qingyou raised an eyebrow, removed her hand from his face, took the bowl and chopsticks from his hand and ate herself, decisively saying two words: "No."
Fu Wenzhou, who was just about to enjoy his master's touch and praise, asked, "?"
Things didn't go as he expected.
After finishing their meal, Song Qingyou went to the backyard with Fu Wenzhou. It was early summer, and the flowers and plants they had planted earlier hadn't sprouted yet, so the yard looked empty.
Fu Wenzhou put his arm around Song Qingyou's waist and walked along the secluded path in the backyard, asking, "Shall we go to Yun Nian's place?"
Song Qingyou nodded: "Mm."
He paused, glanced at the flowerbed again, and said, "When will they bloom?"
Fu Wenzhou said, "Autumn."
Song Qingyou propped her head up and thought for a moment before asking, "Will we have one when we get married?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Wenzhou smiled and said, "Of course."
He timed it perfectly; how could it not open?
Song Qingyou smiled, and just as she was about to speak, her phone rang.
She glanced at it; it was Jiang Xun.
Song Qingyou gestured to Fu Wenzhou before answering the phone.
"Jiang Xun?"
Jiang Xun's voice came quickly from the other end, her tone serious:
"The project in the eastern suburbs has run into problems."
"What?" Song Qingyou didn't react for a moment.
Jiang Xun took a deep breath and said, "I'm at the construction site right now. I'll send you the location later, and you can come over."
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