Contentment grows joy

Chapter 52 predecessor
"Honey, it's not easy to see you!"

Shen Ziqiang appeared at the door of the house in a hurry, and when he saw Millet, he hugged her tightly and kissed her hard.

He is rushing to another city for a project, and he will come back one day halfway.

"Oh, it hurts!" Milia pushed him away.

Always so blunt!

It's been so long, and Shen Ziqiang hasn't learned how to love her tenderly.

"I'm sorry, wife!" Shen Ziqiang smiled and stepped into the room.

"Huh? Where are your parents? It's already noon, haven't you eaten yet?" Shen Ziqiang looked around, but he didn't see Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan.

"Oh, I told my parents, so I don't need to come here, just take a good rest, I'm tired from running around every day!" Millet smiled.

In fact, she wanted to be quiet and live her life freely.

"What a beautiful kitchen!" Shen Ziqiang glanced at the kitchen.

Well-behaved, neat and spotless!
"That's it!" Millet shook the rag in her hand triumphantly.

Only then did Shen Ziqiang notice that Miu Li was wearing an apron, gloves, and a rag in his hand.

"Honey, what are you doing?"

"Clean up the kitchen! How else would you see such a beautiful kitchen?" Millet tried her best to pout.

"Oh, what can I do? Are you pregnant? How can I bother you? Tell me, I'll come!" Shen Ziqiang said, and he tied the rag in Mili's hand and packed it up.

"No need, just finished!" Millet took off her apron, took off her hands, and sat comfortably on the sofa.

It feels like there is no one else in the room, just one word, cool!

Wen Cuizhi usually takes care of the kitchen in Mili, so you can imagine how messy the kitchen is.

It's not that Wen Cuizhi doesn't know how to clean up, but that she doesn't know how to clean up, or messy.

Millet originally designed the kitchen to be open for petty bourgeoisie and aesthetics.

When there were only Millet and Shen Ziqiang, it was good for the young couple to occasionally cook meals with less oily smoke.

However, after Wen Cuizhi took over, the oil fume inevitably became heavier, and the number and frequency of use of pots and pans also increased.

A small kitchen meets messy pots and pans, plus countertops and cabinets that haven't been wiped down...

The unsightly scene can be imagined.

Millet once touched the countertop covered with lard ideas and food scraps, and cried alone.

How could this be?
How did the original fresh and elegant kitchen become so messy and messy in an instant?

……

Later, Mili let Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan stay in Xinyang Garden to rest on weekends.

She tidied up the kitchen, tidied up the sofa, and enjoyed the weekend beautifully.

If she faces Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan every day, Miu Li feels that she will be depressed if she can't hold on for long!
"My wife, I'm sorry!" Shen Ziqiang put down the rag, squatted in front of Mili, buried his head in Mili's arms, and rubbed against him like a child.

"It's okay!" Mili said softly, touching Shen Ziqiang's head.

Shen Ziqiang's hair is very thick, much better than that of millet.

"If your parents do something that you don't like, you can tell them directly, and they will be happy to accept it, especially my mother, she is very willing to listen to other people's opinions, and she is very easy to accept new things." Shen Ziqiang Holding the hands of millet, gently squeezed.

Millet's hands are beautiful, white and tender, slender and soft, with slender fingertips, one can't help but want to hold and rub them when one sees them.

"No, they're pretty good!" Millet laughed.

"Tough mouth!" Shen Ziqiang stood up, squatted down, and scratched her nose.

"Okay, I'm not used to it a little bit, but they didn't do it on purpose, take your time and it will be fine." Millet bowed her head shyly and smiled.

"Well! It will be fine, we are all good people!" Shen Ziqiang gently hugged Mili into his arms, bowed his head and kissed her forehead lightly.

"Ouch!" Suddenly, Mili covered her stomach and cried out in pain.

"What's the matter, wife!" Shen Ziqiang looked extremely nervous.

"my stomach hurts!"

"Ah?! Then, let's go to the hospital!" Shen Ziqiang hurried to get the car keys.

"No, you don't need to go to the hospital, just go to a restaurant!"

"Restaurant? Okay, we'll go right away!" Before Shen Ziqiang could react, he hurried over to help Mili.

"Ouch! Ouch!" Millet looked at Shen Ziqiang's serious face, and yelled twice again.

"Wife, bear with it, we'll be there soon, restaurant, restaurant...haha, wife, you're so naughty!" Shen Ziqiang finally came to his senses, and kissed Mili's pink cheek hard.

Hahahahahahaha...

Millet hugged her belly, out of breath from laughing.

"However, I'm really hungry, let's go eat." Millet stopped laughing and looked at Shen Ziqiang pitifully.

"Okay, okay, who told you to be my wife? Even if you tease me a hundred times, a thousand times, and ten thousand times, I will not change my original intention, and I will be happy with it." Shen Ziqiang immediately came over with a smile and hugged Mili.

The two went downstairs tiredly.

Millet wants to eat spicy beef noodles, maybe Shen Ziqiang will.

Later, I picked a clean and tidy shop and ordered a few dishes.

As the saying goes, a little farewell is better than a newlywed.

The two chatted sentence by sentence, poking me and poking you from time to time, laughing and playing, and had a very happy meal.

The two looked at each other's phones.

Suddenly, Shen Ziqiang's cell phone received a WeChat message.

Mili looked in curiously.

There are no secrets between two people. As long as they can be shared, they are basically shared, and mobile phones are just one of them.

At that time, Shen Ziqiang very proactively told Mili the password of his mobile phone, and recorded Mili's fingerprints.

"Hehe. Unexpectedly, you really found someone who can tolerate you. She is quite beautiful. I wish you happiness!"

The profile picture of the person who sent the WeChat message was a selfie of a girl.

Millet's throat was blocked suddenly.

"Ahem, you have a message, I'm sorry, I accidentally read it." Millet quickly lowered her head, handed over the phone, and by the way, took her own phone back in a way that was almost snatched.

She was afraid of crying.

He secretly took a few deep breaths, and finally held back.

"Mili, you must hold back, you must hold on!" She kept saying to herself in her heart.

"Information?!" Shen Ziqiang discovered the change in the millet, and opened the information suspiciously.

"Oh, it's this." Shen Ziqiang silently put down the phone, looked at the millet, opened his mouth a few times, and then stopped.

Both of them lowered their heads, neither of them spoke.

"This is my former colleague when she just graduated. Later, after she went to study for a Ph.D., we seldom contacted each other. Wechat was just added two days ago. I didn't chat with her much."

Shen Ziqiang's mosquito-like voice came clearly to Mioli's ears.

Miu Li thinks of when she and Shen Ziqiang first started dating, she asked him if he was in love, and he asked her if she was in love if she plotted against someone.

Could this be his former crush?
At that time, Miu Li thought that a secret love could not be considered love, but now, she naturally classifies her secret love as her ex.

There is an indescribable taste in the heart of millet, and I feel so uncomfortable!
(End of this chapter)