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

Chapter 50

"Because my dad cooks porridge for me, even if he is watching by the side, he will still boil the pot. You don't know how good I was in front of my dad when I was a child. Obviously I can't be picky, but if my mother cooks bad food If I dare to put the bowl directly on the table, my mother will shake her head. Although she will reprimand me a few words, she will go back to the kitchen and make a new one for me.

However, my father's porridge is too thick, and I still drink it, and I get used to the taste after drinking it. "

"No wonder you have such a picky mouth. It turns out that your mother is used to it."

"kindness."

"..."

"Wang Cuihua, raised me up like this, don't care about me now!" Thinking of his mother's remarriage, Song Dezhi said half jokingly, half seriously.

Xue Zhongyang looked at Song Dezhi, hesitated again and again, and still couldn't help asking, "Why do you feel so disgusted with your mother's remarriage?"

"My mother remarried and I no longer had a home."

There is another strange man in the family, and Song Dezhi returns to his mother's house, and he will no longer be at ease, what do he want to do?
In the future, the home where she has lived for more than ten years will be the home of her mother and that man, as well as the children of her mother and that man.

Xue Zhongyang shook his head and chuckled, "What kind of logic are you talking about? Even if your mother remarried, she is still your mother."

"..."

"In short, you can't stop your mother from seeking her own happiness." Seeing that her mood had stabilized, Xue Zhongyang took the opportunity to persuade her.

A trace of gloom passed through Song Dezhi's eyes, "I know you would say that too. That's my mother, the mother I depend on for life. If it was your mother, would you agree?"

"Yes! Everyone has the right to pursue their own happiness. Even if you are a child, you can't rely on love to stop it."

"If I have your child and you are gone, I will never remarry!"

Xue Zhongyang fumbled for her fingers with his thumb, but didn't answer immediately. After thinking for a while, he said with difficulty, "If I die and a man treats you well, you... just remarry!"

"is it?"

Seeing his reluctant appearance, Song Dezhi didn't believe it.

Xue Zhongyang suddenly raised his head, "The premise is that I am dead. If I am alive, don't even think about it!"

Song Dezhi laughed, "The words are insincere!"

"I love you, I hope you belong to me only in this life!"

"..."

"In short, don't divorce me, okay?"

"it is good!"

She agreed simply, but Xue Zhongyang's heart skipped a beat, "Really?" He couldn't believe it.

"real."

Song Dezhi's stomach growled inappropriately, and then he drew Xue Zhongyang's attention away, "I knew you were hungry."

……

breakfast and lunch,
Xue Zhongyang made all the porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, siu mai, and small cold dishes.Shaomai, from making meat stuffing to making finished products with bread, the layout is cumbersome and the process is complicated. What Song Dezhi eats is not siu mai, but Xue Zhongyang's heart.

"Is it tasty?"

Song Dezhi gave Xue Zhongyang a thumbs up, "Excellent!"

"I'll make soup dumplings for you next time. I haven't made them before, so I don't know if they are good or not?"

"What you make is so unpalatable, I will eat it too!"

Xue Zhongyang's face was stained with a strange blush, as if shy, "What do you want for dinner? Shall I make it for you?"

After taking a bite of the delicious siu mai, Song Dezhi asked, "So attentive? What's your purpose?"

"My friend said that if you want to conquer a man's heart, you must conquer a man's stomach. I thought about it, you are so greedy, if I conquer your stomach, will your heart be with me forever gone."

Song Dezhi pursed his lips slightly, his heart softened in a mess.

Her heart has been subdued by him long ago, otherwise she wouldn't be angry, angry and sad when she knew he was cheating on her.

"I want to have fried noodles for dinner."

"Okay, let's make fried noodles for dinner!"

……

After eating and resting for a while, Xue Zhongyang asked Song Dezhi to go to bed.Song Dezhi slept for so long, he was still sleepy, he refused to take medicine and refused to sleep, so Xue Zhongyang had to compromise,

"Okay, you take your medicine first, then watch a DVD, and then go to bed."

"Obey, husband!"

……

The two of them sat down on the sofa. Song Dezhi leaned back and sighed, "...it's better to be sick. Someone can cook porridge, someone can accompany you, and you can watch the dishes. It feels like I haven't been so leisurely in a long time."

Back from their honeymoon, Song Dezhi was busy, and Xue Zhongyang was also busy. It seemed that the two of them hadn't been so free for a long time.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Being sick is no fun." Xue Zhongyang said seriously.

"In China, there is a saying: minor illness is a blessing."

"A minor illness is not a blessing!"

"I can't communicate with you foreign devil."

"I am Chinese!"

"A person who was born in Hong Kong, received American imperial education since he was a child, and went to the United States after he was 10 years old, how dare you say you are Chinese?"

"My grandfather hired a tutor to teach my country."

Song Dezhi smiled, "Who are you lying to? The handwriting you write is not as good as that of a first-grade child? Is that called calligraphy? It is better than you to grab an earthworm and put it on paper. Besides, you don't have many words. Write."

"I know all the characters, but I can't write some complicated ones. Moreover, I can't recognize all the simplified characters. I grew up with traditional characters in elementary school." Xue Zhongyang complained, "If I learn simplified characters at the beginning, I may learn Better yet, traditional Chinese characters are really...too difficult."

Song Dezhi nestled in his arms, and said seriously, "From tomorrow, we will start practicing calligraphy! I can't let others know that I have found an illiterate husband."

Xue Zhongyang made a bitter face, "Can I not learn?"

"Huh?" Song Dezhi's eyebrows were condensed, and he stared straight at him with a sense of oppression in his eyes.

"Okay. But let me tell you, I really have no talent for learning Chinese characters. Don't be angry when the time comes."

There was no response for a long time, Xue Zhongyang lowered his head and saw Song Deshang's eyelids fighting, "Go to sleep!" Xue Zhongyang carried her back to the bed.

The diazepam in the medicine had an effect, Song Dezhi fell asleep, and it was already evening when he woke up.

"Zhongyang..."

The room was quiet and there was no movement. Song Dezhi got up, went out of the bedroom, and heard Xue Zhongyang talking on the phone in a low voice, "...I see. I can't go back now!...I'm fine here .OK."

When Xue Zhongyang hung up the phone, there was only a little afterglow left in the sun. Xue Zhongyang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring outside, his eyes seemed to be out of focus.

"What are you thinking about? So preoccupied?" Song Dezhi couldn't help walking over and asked.

"Awake?" He was a little surprised, she was behind him, "What's wrong with you?"

"No! There is something at home, some headaches."

"Family?"

"kindness."

"Your relatives."

"kindness."

(End of this chapter)