Black-bellied husband, don't be too bad

Chapter 294 Wipe Your Tears

The car drove smoothly ahead.

After driving for a while, Chu Ci realized that something was wrong, and she subconsciously asked, "Aren't you going home?"

Fu Heng looked down at the document: "Go back to my house."

He didn't look up when he was talking, looking at the document in his hand.

At the end, he added: "The children are all at my house."

Chu Ci, "..."

Fu Heng is simply threatening her with a child.

The car drove to Yujingyuan, where Fu Heng had always lived and never moved.

In the past four years, Yicheng has developed a lot of new villas, and Fu Heng's own company has developed a lot, but it is probably out of nostalgia, he has been living here.

Chu Ci's heart sank, with an indescribable feeling.

For Fu Heng, she could no longer be as indifferent as she said before.

Even if she wanted to escape, Fu Heng invaded her life all the time.

Like a dense net, she couldn't break free.

When the door opened, two children were sitting in the huge living room on the first floor playing a game.

Chu Ci found that the home seemed to have been redecorated again, and the furniture had been replaced with a warm pastoral style from the original European-style cool tones.

She couldn't help looking at Fu Heng.

Fu Heng pursed his lips lightly, "Go in!"

When the two children playing in the living room saw them coming back, Mianmian immediately said, "Mom, are you here too?"

Chu Ci hummed, walked over gently, and touched her head: "When did you come here?"

Mianmian glanced at Fu Heng, then at Chu Ci, and said in a low voice, "In the afternoon, my uncle said that my mother was going to his house, so he took my younger brother and me first."

She remembered that she asked at the time: "Why did Mom go to your house!"

Fu Heng replied solemnly at the time: "Because my mother is sick."

It's about six o'clock in the evening, and the weather outside is gloomy. Fu Heng unbuttoned his cuff buttons and rolled up his sleeves: "Chu Ci, play with the child for a while, and I'll cook."

Chu Ci thought her ears were hallucinating, right? Fu Heng said he was going to cook?
She didn't feel much about Fu Heng's cooking skills before. After all, the president has a lot of things to do every day and doesn't cook often, but it seems that his skills are better than hers.

Fu Heng glanced at her immediately: "What do you want to eat tonight, there are fresh ingredients in the refrigerator."

Chu Ci thought for a while, "Just cook a few simple dishes. I want to eat scrambled eggs with onions."

"Okay, where are the children!"

Chu Ci turned her face and asked, "Baby, what do you want to eat?"

Mianmian immediately said, "I want some soup."

"Small cabbage and meatball soup."

There was always a gentle smile on Fu Heng's face, he nodded: "Okay, I'm going to the kitchen."

Chu Ci also hurriedly stood up: "I'll go wash the rice and cook!"

In fact, she had fantasized about such a life, having a complete and warm home.

It is best to have two lovely children, a boy and a girl.

Now she felt that she was getting closer to her requirements and expectations, but for some reason, she felt a little far away and elusive.

Chu Ci shook her head, threw away the complicated years in her mind, and followed Fu Heng into the kitchen.

There are all pots and pans in the kitchen, and it seems that no one has used them.

She couldn't help asking, "do you cook at home?"

"Well, I will cook by myself on weekends."

Fu Heng took two eggs out of the refrigerator, and ordered: "The rice is in the cabinet over there."

Chu Ci scooped up two and a half tubes of rice and put them in the rice cooker, where Fu Heng had already beaten eggs.

While washing the rice, Chu Ci couldn't help but look over at him, but saw that he was focused and serious.

No matter what he does, Fu Heng always treats it with an extremely serious attitude.

She once met such a man when she was in love and was ignorant of love and marriage. For her, she didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune.

Fortunately, once had.

Unfortunately, you will never love anyone again after letting go.

Chu Ci finished her meal and was about to wash her hands and go out, but seeing Fu Heng busy there alone, she felt embarrassed to just let go.

Anyway, sitting there would be thinking wildly, so Chu Ci simply said: "Let me help you, I will help you, let me chop onions!"

Fu Heng nodded: "Well, I'll go to the refrigerator to see if there is any meat left."

When peeling the onion, Chu Ci endured it all the time, not to smell the pungent smell.

When Fu Heng walked in, he saw her struggling with Onion, her eyes were tightly closed, and she looked in pain.

He shook his head and hooked the corner of his lips: "I'll come!"

Chu Ci hastily put down the onion, blinked her eyes, and forced two tears out of her eyes: "It's so exciting."

Fu Heng smiled lightly, but did not speak.

Chu Ci felt that his expression was full of disgust, so she twitched the corner of her mouth: "Then I will turn on the range hood and drain the oil."

"No, you go out to accompany the child!"

Chu Ci withdrew her hand resentfully, and seeing that a thin layer of sweat had already appeared on Fu Heng's forehead, she hurriedly said, "Let me wipe your sweat off!"

Fu Heng bent down.

Chu Ci took out a tissue, raised her hand, and went to wipe the thin layer of sweat on his forehead, but before he finished wiping, the man's face changed instantly.

Fu Heng's eyes were slightly red.

"Did you peel the onion without washing your hands?"

Chu Ci immediately withdrew her hand, "Oh, it's true."

Fu Heng, "..."

Wiping his sweat without washing his hands, now his eyes are so irritated that he almost shed tears.

Seeing Fu Heng's painful look about to shed tears, Chu Ci couldn't help but burst out laughing.

It's not that she has no conscience, but that she feels that she is really a fool.

Fu Heng's face changed several times, and he almost gritted his teeth and said, "Are you still laughing?"

Chu Ci immediately stopped smiling, "I didn't laugh, I didn't laugh, you heard me wrong."

She stretched out her hand and said, "Wipe your tears!"

Fu Heng hurriedly took a step back, "No, I will do it myself."

Chu Ci felt that she was rejected again, so she left the kitchen disheartened.

Baozi was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons, and seeing his mother's disheveled expression, he asked, "Mom, didn't you say you were going to help?"

Chu Ci smiled embarrassedly: "He can do it alone."

"Oh!" Baozi nodded, "Is it too stupid to be dismissed?"

Chu Ci, "..."

She stretched out her hand to pinch Baozi's face: "How could I be rejected?"

Just as soon as he touched Baozi's face, he rolled and dodged away.

Baozi wrinkled his small face and looked disgusted, "You have poison on your hands, don't touch me."

Chu Ci, "..."

Is this considered to be rejected by his own son again?

There was no other way, Chu Ci had no choice but to wash her hands and came back, only to see Baozi's disgusted eyes slightly improved.
This kid is really annoying. His disgusting little eyes are exactly the same as his father's.

Baozi climbed onto her lap, looked at the busy men in the kitchen and asked, "Mom, shall we have dinner here tonight and then go home?"

Chu Ci also glanced at the kitchen, then turned her gaze away and said, "How about staying here tonight?"

Of course Baozi agreed.

He leaned close to Chu Ci's ear and whispered, "Mom, I just saw your photo in the upstairs room."

Chu Ci's heart trembled.

Baozi held her face; "Mom, is uncle going to be a father?"

Chu Ci was taken aback for a moment, she really couldn't give a clear answer to the question of buns.

The child is still young now, maybe he doesn't understand the grievances and grievances of adults, he just simply likes Fu Heng very much.

Chu Ci touched his face, "I don't know, does Baozi like him?"

Baozi nodded, "I like it very much."

In just a few days, I went from liking it to liking it a lot.

Half an hour later, Fu Heng came out of the kitchen.

Dinner is almost ready, too.

Fu Heng made a scrambled egg with onion and a small cabbage meatball soup.There is also a boiled fish.

I have to say that Fu Heng's cooking skills are really good, especially the boiled fish fillets.

Spicy and fragrant.

Originally, Chu Ci didn't eat much in order to keep in shape at night, but today when her hand reached into the bowl of rice, she found that something was wrong.

So she immediately took her hand back.

Fu Heng glanced at her in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Chu Ci was a little embarrassed: "I seem to have eaten a little too much."

Fu Heng didn't take it seriously: "You only eat half a bowl of rice, how can you call it too much?"

He saw Chu Ci's thoughts and said: "Are you afraid of gaining weight? You are so thin and you don't have much meat. You should eat more."

Then he naturally took Chu Ci's bowl and filled her with another bowl of rice.

If Chu Ci thinks about it, eat as much as possible!
She put a piece of boiled fish into a bowl and asked, "How do you cook this boiled fish? It's delicious." Fu Heng's face was very calm, as if it was no big deal.He raised his eyebrows and said, "The process is quite complicated, I can teach you next time."

Chu Ci suddenly got excited and asked, "Should I heat the oil first, then add the seasoning, and then put the fish fillets in?"

Fu Heng hummed: "The process is very complicated, and I can't explain it for a while. Next time you want to eat, I will make it for you."

After hearing this, Baozi, who was eating silently, raised his face and looked at Fu Heng meaningfully.

Fu Heng didn't shy away from looking at his son.Speaking of Zhiyan, your mother said you are very good at chess, right?
Baozi lowered his head in fear
I always feel that Fu Heng has no good intentions.

Sure enough, the next sentence Fu Heng said: "You can teach me after dinner later."

Baozi didn't know that this was a trap, and thought that Fu Heng really wanted to teach him, so he couldn't wait to pull Fu Heng to show him how to play Go after eating.

Chu Ci waved his hand: "Go ahead and I'll clean it up.

There are a lot of dishes today, Chu Ci threw it into the dishwasher, and wiped the kitchen counter by the way

Then her eyes fell on a packet of seasoning packets.

pick it up

It says.

Just a small packet, you can cook authentic boiled fish with excellent aroma and flavor.

(End of this chapter)