Mr. Shen, your wife is going to be snatched away!

Fu Zhiheng let out a long sigh, and said calmly while fiddling with the bandage on his hand.

"In this situation, besides providing comfort and companionship, what else can we do?"

"Yao Yao has been really miserable these days."

"What do you say we should do?"

Cheng Anan crossed his arms and watched TV while thinking.

Fu Zhiheng is right.

Shi Yao's current situation is not very ideal. It might be a good thing to forget Shen Chenyuan, but the damage to the brain is permanent.

What seems like a good thing is actually a bad thing.

Brain damage is not an easy thing to deal with.

He sighed silently.

"You're right, and you're right."

"But... I don't know how to put it."

Fu Zhiheng was a little confused.

"What do you mean? I don't know what to say?"

"It's just comfort. Yaoyao has completely forgotten about Shen Chenyuan, but her brain has been damaged."

"How do you think we can comfort you?"

The two people were silent at the same time.

I don’t know how to consider the price now.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

Cheng Anan ran out immediately, opened the door and saw several strange men standing outside.

However, the clothes they were wearing meant that they should be from a certain factory.

"Hello, we are here to deliver goods. Has Mr. Shen explained the situation to you?"

Seeing that it was a stranger, the men asked with some confusion.

Cheng Anan frowned.

Don't understand what they are talking about.

What delivery?

Mr. Shen? Are you talking about Shen Chenyuan?
  So I asked in confusion?

"Shen Chenyuan? What did he ask you to give?"

The men opposite didn't feel anything was wrong. After all, it was better to explain to different people.

They have experienced more and don’t care much.

"It seems you don't know."

"Then let me briefly explain the situation."

The man took the list in his hand.

"There is a lady named Shi Yao here. Because she is pregnant, she cannot eat food with additives, so Mr. Shen specially ordered a batch of handmade snacks from our factory. Today is delivery time, so I came here specially. I hope there are no Night."

Cheng Anan was stunned for a moment.

At first, I thought Shen Chenyuan didn't love Shi Yao at all.

Not at all.

I didn't expect that for Yaoyao, the factory could be made to make such a thing.

I opened the door and walked out, seeing several large trucks parked outside.

“Oh my God, is that all?”

The men nod.

"And Mr. Shen always looks at the products one by one. Only those who are qualified can come in. Those who are unqualified will be withdrawn and reprocessed."

"Madam, do you want to do the same?" Cheng An'an was indeed moved.

Loving someone is easy, but loving someone over time and using actions is difficult.

Looking back, Fu Zhiheng, who was lying on the sofa, rolled his eyes coldly.

What a huge difference.

really.

The behavior of loving someone is different.

I just hope that the other person won’t be angry with me every day.

"Okay, then you teach me how to see it."

So I went out and started studying them one by one.

I was too tired, so I moved a small stool.

Several people study together.

We worked on it from morning to afternoon. It was too slow for one person, so Cheng Anan asked the servants to come in and work together.

Basically, it was not until nine o'clock in the evening that all the goods were viewed.

Cheng Anan collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.

Looking at the dazzling array of snacks, I realized how much you love Shi Yao, Shen Chenyuan.

It felt like what those men said was that Shen Chenyuan could finish reading these several carts of snacks by himself, but he needed the help of a servant to finish them.

You can really tell whether you love it or not.

Fu Zhiheng casually took some snacks and started eating them.

But he was slapped hard by Cheng Anan.

"This is not for you, you are not allowed to eat it."

Fu Zhiheng became aggrieved in an instant.

"What? You are so stingy!"

"You're almost going to die!"

Cheng Anan stuck out his tongue at him.

"These things are for pregnant women. Are you pregnant?"

After getting this clue, Fu Zhiheng hurriedly put down the things.

"Then send it up quickly."

Cheng Anan nodded and took a cart of snacks upstairs.

Shi Yao is sitting in the room reading a book at the moment.

Touching little fairy tales, all available.

Either you eat a poisoned apple for love, you jump off a building for love, or you atone for love. In short, it is love, love love.

Feeling a little tired of watching, Shi Yao raised her head with red eyes and looked at Cheng Anan who was walking out of the door.

"Is there any little fairy tale without love? I really don't understand what love is."

Cheng Anan pushed a trolley with a snack in it, walked over and looked at her, then took the book over and turned a page.

The love story above is not good at all.

It's all empty talk.

It can't keep up with the snacks from Shen Chenyuan's big trucks.

"Stop reading these love stories, they will make people look stupid and eat snacks."

Small buns, small jelly, and small spicy sticks were all piled in front of her bed.

Shi Yao was a little surprised and surprised.

Why does this scene feel so familiar?