Marry and fall in love with Mr. Zhou

Chapter 70 Madam Let You Rest More

He also gave birth to a man that no one wanted.

Back in the car, I didn't rush to start the car, took out a pack of cigarettes from the hidden compartment of the car, and lit it.

The acrid smoke lingered into the cramped interior, suffocating people.

"Zizi" - the phone vibrates.

After two seconds, Zhou Hao picked up the phone, and it was Song Yanchu's WeChat voice, "If it's convenient for you, can you bring me two durian layers?"

The voice was bright and lively. Zhou Hao held the phone and played it back and forth several times.

Listening to her voice, the haze in my heart seemed to be expelled.

He replied "yes".

Open the windows, let out the choking smoke, start the car and go home.

Passing by a bakery on the way, he bought four durian mille-feuilles.

When he got home, as soon as the key touched the door, he heard footsteps in the room. He put the key back in his pocket, and the door opened.

Song Yanchu raised his head, his brows and eyes were joyful, which made people feel warm.

"Why did you come back so late? Didn't you ask you to buy two? Why did you buy four? You don't like to eat, and you bought it and wasted it..."

Song Yanchu took the bag from his hand, and walked towards the living room while thinking.

Zhou Hao walked behind her, changed his shoes silently, and followed her to the restaurant.

The few dishes she mentioned were placed on the table, and the aroma was tangy.

Song Yanchu filled a bowl of rice and handed it to him, with doubts in his eyes, "Don't you like today's food?"

"No."

"Why do you look so tired?" Song Yanchu said in a caring tone, "Last night I..."

Zhou Hao put a piece of potato in the bowl and started to eat slowly, "No, you are very good."

Very well behaved?
Song Yanchu's cheeks flushed slightly, what kind of adjective is this.

They bowed their heads to eat, neither of them said anything.

After eating, Song Yanchu packed up and went to the kitchen, Zhou Hao got up and went to the study.

He didn't come out until dinner time, Song Yanchu knocked on the door and shouted outside, "Zhou Hao, it's time for dinner."

After waiting for a while without hearing a response, she knocked twice more and turned the doorknob.

The man was sitting on a black leather office chair, his back was silent, Song Yanchu walked in, "Zhou Hao, it's time for dinner."

"Zhou Hao?"

"I'm not hungry, you can eat first." After a long while, Zhou Hao replied deeply.

Song Yanchu was stunned, looked at his silent body, and said softly, "Then I'll save a portion for you, and eat it when you're hungry and warm."

The man didn't answer, Song Yanchu silently withdrew.

Sitting alone in the dining room to eat, and eating two more durian layers in the afternoon, Song Yanchu didn't have much appetite either.

After moving two chopsticks casually, wrap the dishes in plastic wrap and put them in the refrigerator, and wash the dishes.

Sitting on the sofa, with the latest variety show on the TV, Song Yanchu glanced at the study from time to time.

"Hello, ma'am?" Secretary Zhang said cautiously, never expecting to receive a call from the president's wife suddenly.

Song Yanchu glanced at the study again, and whispered, "Did Mr. Zhou go to the company today?"

Ah... Secretary Zhang's heart skipped a beat. How should he answer?

"Today is the weekend, the company doesn't work, and Mr. Zhou didn't call to ask me to work overtime, but I don't know if Mr. Zhou is in the company today."

"Is there anything wrong with the company?"

Secretary Zhang was at a loss as to what Song Yanchu's goal was, so he could only reply truthfully, "Currently, all projects are progressing step by step, and there is no major problem..."

"Understood, I'm sorry to bother you." Song Yanchu hung up the phone without asking anything.

Secretary Zhang felt relieved and hesitated for a long while holding the phone, should he send a message to Mr. Zhou?
It's really hard to be a secretary, because there are no people inside and out.

At around eight o'clock in the evening, Zhou Hao received a WeChat message from Secretary Zhang, [Mr. Zhou, madam wants you to rest more. 】

Zhou Hao frowned and dialed the phone directly.

As soon as the study door opened, Song Yanchu turned her head from the sofa, looked at the man at the door, and said with a smile, "You're done, do you want to eat?"

Zhou Hao was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "I'll just heat it up myself."

"Do you want to eat egg fried rice?"

Zhou Hao leaned against the kitchen door and watched Song Yanchu crack two eggs into the bowl, then mix the rice into the egg liquid, pour oil into the pot, and pour the rice into it.

Taking time out, Song Yanchu looked up at the man's eyes, "See if there are any shallots in the refrigerator, wash them for me and cut them into small pieces."

Zhou Hao took green onions from the refrigerator, washed them and cut them next to her, "The first time I saw egg fried rice was to pour the rice into the egg liquid first."

"In this way, every grain of rice is coated with eggs, and the taste will be even better." Song Yanchu smiled, "It's because you are short-sighted if you haven't seen it before."

Zhou Hao was amused by her, cut the shallots and put them in the bowl.

The atmosphere is very warm, and even feels that as long as she is there, it doesn't matter if the whole world doesn't want him.

Song Yanchu’s method is simple, stir-fry the rice, add some salt and black pepper, and garnish with a small handful of chopped green onion after serving.

Song Yanchu also made a small bowl for himself, heated up the evening dishes, and ate with Zhou Hao.

On the way, Zhou Hao's cell phone rang, and he hung up within a few seconds.

Although Song Yanchu was curious, he didn't ask.

After eating, Song Yanchu cleaned up the dishes and went to wash the dishes, Zhou Hao said, "Xiao Song, you go out with me."

Song Yanchu put the bowl in the sink, washed his hands, "Yes."

"Why don't you ask?"

Song Yanchu shook his head, smiled considerately, "I'll just be with you."

When she encountered difficulties back then, he was able to lend a helping hand to pull her out of the pit. Now that he has difficulties, it is only natural for her to be by his side.

Song Yanchu thought so in his heart, and was a little moved by himself.

Zhou Hao smiled and said, "Since you don't ask, why call Secretary Zhang, just ask me."

Song Yanchu blushed.

Moved to ashes.

After Zhou Hao finished briefly, he looked at Song Yanchu, "If you don't want to go, then don't go."

"During my father's surgery, you were busy helping out. Now that your father is sick, of course I should accompany you to visit." Song Yanchu smiled considerately.

He looked down at the pink pajamas on himself, "Wait for me for 2 minutes, I'll go change."

Zhou Hao watched her trot into the bedroom.

SVIP ward.

Before I walked in, I heard noisy voices inside.

"Xuyang, I told you to stop playing games and have a good talk with your dad."

"Oh, I'll finish the fight soon, don't make noise!"

"Okay, okay, let him play slowly, and wash some fruits."

……

Zhou Hao's face was cold, but he still couldn't hold back and stopped.

Song Yanchu looked up at him, held his hand, and said softly, "Let's go in."

When Zhou Hao opened the door to go in, the nurse just came out, and the nurse turned sideways to let them in first.

There was a family of three in the ward, Zhou Xuyang sat on the sofa and played games wholeheartedly, unrestrained.There are three or four similarities in appearance and Zhou Hao, but the temperament of the two is completely different.

There is a difference of four years, one looks like a rebellious boy who hasn't grown up, and the other is a mature and steady man.

Song Yanchu looked away and walked in with Zhou Hao.

"Dad, this is my wife Song Yanchu."

Song Yanchu handed the fruit to Ren Wan, and said hello politely, "Dad, I'm Xiao Song."

(End of this chapter)