Contentment grows joy

Chapter 56 Trust
Time has entered August unknowingly. For some reason, August this year is especially hot. The cicadas on the trees in the community are endlessly screaming, always reminding everyone that it is hot!

Millet's stomach finally protruded a little.

Work is still very busy, she is still [-] in the morning and [-] in the evening.

Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan still come to cook from Monday to Friday. Although the quality of the food is not very good, it is slowly improving.

Qian would visit her occasionally, of course, on weekends, at the same time as Wen Cuizhi and Shen Yuehan.

As far as Mili is concerned, although she is very reluctant to admit it, what Wen Cuizhi does is indeed no different from what an ordinary nanny does.

She has always been like that, quietly doing some cooking and mopping the floor.

They seldom have any profound exchanges, and the few intersections between the two of them are passed smoothly with polite nods and smiles. Even if there is occasional discomfort, after taking a deep breath, with one or two drops of tears that may be called grievances excreted.

Between the two, there is nothing superfluous except the respect and understanding between people.

It takes time to establish a relatively intimate relationship with a stranger.

Obviously, just over two months is not enough.

At present, this is very good, much better than jumping around and scolding each other.

Mili is very satisfied with such a relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law!
Two people of the same age who have never met in the north and south of the world have gathered under the same roof because of a man. Thinking about it carefully, it is really incredible.

Therefore, it is best not to embarrass each other.

You don't force me!
I don't force you!
You do yours!

I do mine!

When you have to meet, show mutual understanding and kindness.

This is enough!

Millet is an extremely dedicated person. During work, he never feels drowsy. Even the lunch break at noon is the same as before, without being extended.

But as soon as the weekend came, when her nerves relaxed, thousands of sleepy bugs came to her like a tidal wave.

I got up in the morning and ate two eggs, drank a carton of milk, and then went back to bed and continued to sleep.

"Wife, I'm back."

In a daze, she felt as if someone had gently kissed her face.

She tried hard to open her eyes, but she couldn't because her eyelids were too heavy.

After a rustling sound, she seemed to hear the sound of clanging in the kitchen again.

"Honey, it's time to eat."

Until he felt a warm and powerful hand gently shaking on his shoulder.

Slowly raising his eyelids, the warmth and concern on Shen Ziqiang's face came into his eyes.

"Honey, why are you back?!"

Shen Ziqiang's sudden appearance again made her jump out of bed in surprise.

"Come back and see my beautiful wife!"

Shen Ziqiang stroked Mioli's somewhat round face, squeezed it mischievously, and kissed again.

"Really? It's not for the child in your wife's womb?" Millet tapped Shen Ziqiang's forehead with her index finger, and deliberately turned her face away.

"Nothing can be compared to my wife, nothing is as important as my wife! Not even the little things in my wife's stomach!"

Shen Ziqiang stretched out his hand to touch the tight half-round belly of Mioli, and said seriously with a smile.

"My wife is always the most important thing in my heart!"

Shen Ziqiang gently buried his head on Mioli's chest and rubbed it, looking like a child acting like a spoiled child.

"I know you're poor-mouthed!" Miu Li smiled, and there were waves of ripples in her heart, which are unique to girls who are new to love.

Between her and Shen Ziqiang, there has always been a love-like beauty.

"Okay, okay, wife, let's get up and eat."

Shen Ziqiang raised his head and reached out to scratch the bridge of her nose.

"Don't scratch the bridge of my nose all the time. My nose bridge is already short. If you do this, it will make my nose bridge even shorter. If it is passed on to the baby, it will be bad."

Millet pushed Shen Ziqiang's hand away, and while hiding, smiled and winked mischievously at him.

"Where is it, my wife, the bridge of your nose is high and straight, like that beautiful mountain ridge. I was not scraping your nose bridge just now, but stroking the poetic curve of the distant mountain."

Shen Ziqiang stared at Mioli's nose intently, and said emotionally that even he himself was surprised by his words.

You know, before meeting Millet, if he knew that at some point in the future, he would say some sour words about literati and poets for the sake of pleasing his beloved, he would definitely find it ridiculous.

"Unexpectedly, you still have poems and distant places in your heart, didn't you see it?" Millet poked his chest half seriously and half jokingly.

"Where, where, it's all because the beauty of my wife stimulated my inspiration." Shen Ziqiang's face blushed silently.

"Okay, okay, great poet, let's stop talking, my stomach has been growling for a long time." Millet smiled and rubbed her stomach.

"Okay, obey! Wife, slow down."

Shen Ziqiang reacted quickly to Mili's words, and quickly reached out to support her.

"Go, I'm not that delicate!"

Millet pushed him away, and walked out of the bedroom in a big way.

"Baby, Daddy has come back and cooked us delicious food. Let's see if our poet is a good cook!"

Millet went straight to the table and sat down.

"Oh, not bad, Comrade Shen Ziqiang!"

The dishes on the table made Millet's eyes bright, and his appetite greatly increased.

"Fish-flavored pork shreds, Kung Pao chicken, tiger skin green peppers, stir-fried water spinach, steamed sea bass, stewed pork ribs with yam and carrots, all the flavors are delicious, thank you for your hard work!"

"As long as my wife eats happily, my husband is willing to do anything."

Shen Ziqiang handed over a bowl of fragrant and fluffy white rice, just to please the millet.

"Well, this flattery, it's well shot, it's delicious, and it makes Comrade Shen Ziqiang croak."

"It's fine if my wife says it's good, if my wife says it smells good, it smells good, if my wife says it's croaking, it's croaking"

Shen Ziqiang really croaked twice.

Hahaha.

During this meal, Millet ate very happily.

As long as the millet is eaten freely, Shen Ziqiang naturally also eats it freely.

"Hi, it's delicious, my husband, thank you, you're so kind!" Millet touched her stomach with one hand, and held Shen Ziqiang's hand that was cleaning up the dishes with the other, her eyes were full of emotion.

"My wife, you're welcome, this is what I should do." Shen Ziqiang kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Well, garlic smells bad, hahaha."

Millet shook her head playfully.

"Honey, don't bully me. I'm thin-skinned and I'll be shy." Shen Ziqiang pouted his thick lips, and carried a pile of dishes to the kitchen pretending to be angry.

"Hahaha, husband, I didn't bully you, I was teasing you."

The two joked with each other.

"Oh, why is it getting dark, and I slept for so long?" Millet looked out of the window, only to realize that the lights had just come on.

"Did you know? Little sleepy bug! I called you at ten o'clock in the morning to tell you I was coming back, but you never answered."

"is it?"

Millet quickly picked up the phone, and saw that there were indeed missed calls, all of which were from Shen Ziqiang, 5 around 5:5 am, [-] around [-]:[-] noon, and [-] around [-]:[-] pm.

"It's not me who wants to sleep, it's the baby in my stomach who wants to sleep, and I can't help it!" Mili pointed at her stomach, and then she spread her hands helplessly to Shen Ziqiang.

Shen Ziqiang tidied up the kitchen, took Mili and went for a walk.

"Pregnant women should go out more often, and don't stay in the air-conditioned room all the time."

"understood."

The two, holding hands, slowly turned away in the community.

In the past, she often saw her husband helping his pregnant wife for a walk, doing a series of movements familiarly.

Tie your shoes, wear a scarf in winter, and fan in summer.
Meticulous, considerate and meticulous.

Mili sometimes wonders when she will be able to get married, when she will get pregnant after marriage, and whether her husband will be like these husbands after pregnancy.

Maybe it will be very far away!
Mili came to this conclusion after searching her social circle.

But, who knew, it was so fast!
very good!

Millet rubbed her stomach, enjoying the wind from the fan in Shen Ziqiang's hand.

Suddenly, a slim figure brushed past Shen Ziqiang.

Shen Ziqiang's eyes flickered for an instant.

She turned her head quickly, just in time to bump into the figure's back.

This face is so familiar!
Milia tried hard to search for the same face in her mind.

is her!

Millet remembered.

It's Han Ting, the Han Ting who texted Shen Ziqiang!

Mili's heart was turned upside down in an instant!

But on the surface, she was still walking calmly, and the wind sent by Shen Ziqiang suddenly picked up twice.

She secretly observed Shen Ziqiang.

Apart from the initial twinkle in his eyes and the trembling of his hand shaking the fan, Shen Ziqiang's expression was also calm.

The two stopped talking to each other before.

Still, still, still.

"The one just now seems to be Han Ting." Shen Ziqiang said without any emotion.

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang.

He looked at it, frowned slightly, and then looked at the millet.

Millet turned her face away.

Shen Ziqiang took the mobile phone and picked it up from the side. It was about 5 meters away from Mili, and Mili could still vaguely hear his voice.

He didn't say anything, he just responded humbly.

"Well, I need to talk to my wife first."

Millet heard this sentence very clearly.

Shen Ziqiang quickly hung up the phone and came back to continue fanning the millet.

Millet still walked quietly.

"The call just now was from Han Ting." Shen Ziqiang said plainly and honestly.

"Yeah." Miu Li didn't say anything, she just hummed, she was waiting for his next words.

"She said that her cousin lived in this community, and she came to her cousin's house. She didn't expect us to live here too."

"Ah."

"She said at first that she wanted to invite me to dinner, but I said it was inappropriate and inconvenient."

"Ah."

"Later, she said she wanted to treat the two of us to dinner."

"Ah."

"I said I wanted to ask your opinion first."

"Ah."

Silence, silence, still silence.

"I don't feel like taking a walk, let's go home."

Millet slipped her hand out of Shen Ziqiang's thick palm, and walked back on her own.

"Wife!"

Shen Ziqiang rushed forward in two or three steps, and held Mioli's hand in his palm again.

Millet didn't struggle and let him hold it.

At this moment, she felt like a lump in her throat.

The short way back turned out to be so long that it felt like a long journey.

After walking for a long time, I also thought a lot, and I had all kinds of suspicious thoughts.

Millet is a headache!
What is yours is yours, what is not yours is useless to force!
Huang Tian's mantra, at some point, kept echoing in her mind.

"Why do you have the nerve to ask her to invite her? Let's invite her!" Millet suddenly smiled and said to Shen Ziqiang who was opening the door.

"What?!" Shen Ziqiang's eyes flashed with complicated light.

"I said, you go and book a better place, we invite her, after all, she is your friend." Millet smiled generously, there was still a layer of unsuppressed tears in her eyes.

On the road of marriage, everyone will encounter difficulties, the most important thing is to overcome them.

Mili trusts Shen Ziqiang and even more in herself!
(End of this chapter)