Hundreds of millions of heirs force marriage step by step: I don't want you to capture me

Chapter 49 The charming "cook" husband
"In short, come back with me. You haven't eaten all day, so go back and have some food and sleep, okay?...Look, it's getting dark and the temperature has dropped. If you stay here, you'll catch a cold. Ms. Qin's lawsuit is about to start, what if you are sick?"

"Well, it's time to go back, I have to work tomorrow."

Song Dezhi stood up, his legs were weak, Xue Zhongyang hugged her, held her face, and kissed her madly, Song Dezhi was weak and dizzy, and let him do whatever he wanted.

……

Song Dezhi was ill.

I had a fever, took antipyretics, and fell asleep.

When I woke up, I found that I was sweating all over my body, and the heat had subsided a lot, and I felt much better, but my head was still a little groggy, and my stomach was twisted and uncomfortable.

The breeze brought a little warmth, lifted a corner of the window screen, and the sunlight that came in showed that it was already afternoon.

She has been asleep for so long.

The surroundings were very quiet, and a familiar fragrance wafted from the bedroom door that was concealed here.

What is it like?
Song Dezhi closed his eyes, and carefully identified the smell in the air: it seemed to be...preserved egg and lean meat porridge.

She was in a trance for a moment, as if she had returned to her childhood home.

At that time, her parents were not yet divorced, and she was a happy and joyful child.She is greedy for food, and her father would bring her delicious food every time he went on a business trip.Sometimes, as soon as she woke up, her father came back and secretly stuffed her with delicious food.

At that time, she liked to eat chocolate, and her mother was afraid of eating too much and her teeth would be damaged, so she wouldn’t let him eat it. Every time my father came back from a business trip, he would bring it back and secretly stuff it for her, telling her: don’t let my mother know, and let her finish eating. Be sure to brush your teeth.

The tears that had dried up poured out again.

She covered her eyes with the back of her hand. What about those happy days?How could it all be gone by accident.

Song Dezhi's eyes were already swollen, and she didn't dare to cry anymore.

Open your eyes, this is her and Xue Zhongyang's home.

When I got up and got out of bed, my legs were still a little weak, and there was a pair of neatly placed slippers beside the bed, which looked like they were placed by Xue Zhongyang.

Compared with her laziness and disorderly life, Xue Zhongyang is very rigorous, and the clothes are sorted and stacked according to different seasons and styles.Even the slippers are neatly arranged before going to bed.

She didn't wear slippers, and walked a few steps, as if she was stepping on cotton, but when the coolness of the soles of her feet quickly cleared her mind, she opened the bedroom door, walked through the living room, and walked to the kitchen door.

I saw a casserole on the stove, steaming hot.Xue Zhongyang was stirring the pot with a long-handled spoon, when he saw her coming, he smiled,

"wake up?"

He came over, touched her forehead, and found that the fever had subsided, and let out a long breath.Looking closer, he found that his eyes were blue, as if he hadn't rested well.

Song Dezhi vaguely remembered that last night there was a person who had been taking care of himself, feeding her water and applying cold compresses. It should have been Xue Zhongyang.

Fortunately, she still has him, doesn't she?

"Is there any ice? My eyes are a little swollen and I want a cold compress."

"Wait a while, all the ice cubes from last night are for you."

"You took care of me all night yesterday?"

Xue Zhongyang glanced at her, smiled and said, "Isn't it me? Is there someone else?"

"Thank you, Zhong Yang."

"If you really want to thank me, don't make trouble with me. When I washed up this morning, I found that I had a white hair."

"Is that an exaggeration?" Song Dezhi was definitely amused.

"It's not an exaggeration at all!"

"..."

Xue Zhongyang glanced at the ground and saw her standing barefoot on the tiles. He frowned, "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

As soon as the words fell, he hugged her by the waist, put her on the sofa in the living room, took slippers from the bedroom, and covered her with a blanket.

"I asked you for leave, you rest at home today."

Song Dezhi didn't blame him for making good claims, but she couldn't work in this state today.Those lawyers were all eloquent. As long as she was a little careless and the other party caught the loopholes in her words, she might lose the lawsuit.

Xue Zhongyang turned on the TV, put the remote control in her arms, and said, "The meal is almost ready, first drink the porridge and then take the medicine." Then he picked up the ipad from the side and showed it to her, "I checked it online, It’s the first time I’ve made it, but it smells pretty good, I don’t know if you like it or not.”

Song Dezhi is greedy, but his cooking skills are in a mess.

Xue Zhongyang is obsessed with cleanliness and always feels that things outside are not clean. After three months of marriage, Xue Zhongyang practiced his cooking skills hard, and now he is able to cook very well.

Apart from being married and having a child, this man is in a mess.

The pink McDull pig apron Xue Zhongyang wore was chosen by Song Dezhi when he went to the supermarket.

Her mind was in the kitchen, on that man, and she didn't know what was on the TV. She got up, put on her slippers, and came to the door of the kitchen.

"hungry?"

Xue Zhongyang smiled and looked at the woman leaning on the door frame.

"Well, I'm hungry."

"Waiting for 5 minutes."

Song Dezhi watched him throw the chopped green onion and coriander into the pot, stirred it, turned off the low heat, scooped up a spoonful and held it to his lips and blew it. He wanted to taste it but was afraid of burning his mouth. There is a trace of messy beauty in her hair, and under the bright light, she is indescribably handsome and elegant.

She walked over, "Taste the taste." He tasted it too hot, so he fed it to her. Song Dezhi tasted it, and it tasted very good, similar to the one sold at Vegetarian Food.

"tastes good."

She pursed her lips, savoring the taste.He drank the rest with her, tasted it, and was very satisfied.

There seemed to be a warm thing spreading in his heart, overflowing his chest, Song Dezhi couldn't help but opened his arms, encircled her from behind, pressed his cheek against his back, and said in a low voice: " Honey, I love you!"

Xue Zhongyang's heart trembled, and the hand holding the spoon froze. Xue Zhongyang's high body temperature passed through his thin clothes, as if a red-hot iron was scorching her.

"I love you more, please!" He confessed to her in an excited and affectionate voice.

Song Dezhi smiled, sweetly, thankfully, and melancholy.

"Zhongyang, you have to love me very much, more than anyone else in this world."

"I love you more than I love myself!"

It's a beautiful moment, if it's a romantic drama, the two people will definitely have a thunderous lingering fire, but...

"What's wrong?"

"My porridge!"

Xue Zhongyang turned off the fire and looked at his pot of porridge regretfully, "What should I do? It's burnt."

Song Dezhi gathered enough to have a look, and found that the top was good, but the bottom might be a bit mushy, but it was still drinkable.

"It's okay, I can still drink it. I actually like porridge with a bit of a paste flavor."

"Your quirk is strange."

(End of this chapter)