Catch You! My Dear Wife

Zhang's mother didn't say anything more, but Zhang's mother didn't say anything, which doesn't mean that other servants have no other ideas. Everyone looked at each other.

I know the young master is special about this Xiang Nuan, but

This is too special!

after meal.

Xiang Nuan went to clean up the three floors that he should have cleaned up. At the corner of the stairs, someone whispered, "Alas, there is no comparison. After all, people used to have a good family. Alas, you say, does the young master like her? Maybe he likes her. Who do you think the young master has solved the siege for?"

"Also, when does the young master drink soup in the morning? Besides, the young master always pays attention to that kind of soup. Don't say how it tastes. It's not enough to bring it to the table just because of its appearance. Who would have expected that the young master actually drank it..."

"Don't think about it. Maybe it's just that the young master wants to drink today. After all, Miss Song is such an excellent person around the young master. How can the young master like her..."

"Yes, maybe the young master just took a few drinks on a whim. After all, it's bone soup. It's good for your health..."

The two voices faded away.

Xiang Nuan stopped his wiping hand slightly, his lips pursed unconsciously, and then continued to do his own work.

Indeed, such soup can't be on the table in the Fu family

Even if this is the truth, Xiang Nuan still has some loss and frustration in his heart.

Still, she won't stop making soup.

Unless one day Fu Yehan told himself not to drink, he would stop, or let him drink until he recovered.

……

A week goes by in a flash.

Xiang Nuan has been living in Fu's house. He only occasionally goes home to see his son and immediately returns.

After all, if you don't see your son for a week, you still miss him very much. Their mother and son have been living together for five years, and she has only one family member.

today.

Fu Yehan didn't go out. He sat in the restaurant for breakfast. Xiao Yan reported the schedule of the day.

Xiang Nuan brought a bowl of bone soup as usual, "young master, it's time to drink soup."

"Put it down."

When the man finished, he turned his eyes and told Xiao Yan something about the company. Xiang Nuan knew that Fu Yehan was busy, put down the soup and turned away without disturbing him.

At this time, the roar of the car sounded outside the door.

After listening to this, mother Zhang hurried to the door and opened the door. After a while, she saw a woman coming in. She was still noble and stepped on her high heels with great elegance.

Zhang Ma came over and said, "young master, it's Miss Song who came to see the young master."

At this time, Xiang Nuan is tidying up in the kitchen.

Hearing Zhang's mother say that Miss Song came, she couldn't help having a meal with something in her hand. She turned her head and saw a woman standing gracefully at the door.

It's song man.

"Yes." Fu Yehan answered faintly. He didn't look up and still bowed his head to deal with the documents in his hand.

Seeing many servants walking outside, Xiang Nuan turned and walked deep into the kitchen and hid himself.

On the day of shopping, she naturally saw Miss Song's mind.

Looking at her eyes, Xiang Nuan can feel some exploration and hostility. Therefore, in order not to cause unnecessary misunderstanding and cause trouble to the young master, she'd better hide.

Song man carried something in his hand. When he came in, he immediately looked at the whole room, looked at the living room, changed his eyes and looked at the restaurant. He found that the man was having breakfast in the restaurant, so he walked to the restaurant step by step.

Seeing Fu Yehan's leg in plaster, his face immediately changed: "it's really so serious. How about you? Are you okay?"

"Nothing."

"Are you still having breakfast..."

Speaking of this, song man opened the gift in his hand, which was a beautiful baking.

"I heard you hurt yourself. I baked cookies for you myself. Have a try?"

Fu Yehan didn't speak.

Mrs. Zhang asked, "Miss Song, the young master doesn't eat sweet in the morning. In this way, give it to me and I'll make afternoon tea for the young master."

Hearing this, song man also understood Fu Yehan's picky nature and reluctantly handed over the things in his hand to Zhang ma.

……

Xiang Nuan knew that after the woman came in, he looked around and couldn't help but secretly rejoice that he avoided suspicion and hid. Otherwise, he was afraid of misunderstanding

Looking at song man not far away, Xiang Nuan really feels that song man is beautiful, generous and has a good family background. Such a girl is really worthy of Fu Yehan.

Zhang's mother was walking into the kitchen with her just baked bread. At a glance, she saw the warmth in the depths of the kitchen.

She couldn't help but be stunned, "Xiang Nuan, why in the kitchen."

"Because miss song came, I......"

Xiang Nuan said awkwardly.

Hearing the speech, Zhang Ma was stunned, hesitated and said, "Miss Song... Because many people saw the young master's legs when the young master attended the reception recently. Miss Song probably heard about it, so she came by herself."

"Well..."

Xiang Nuan was embarrassed by Zhang's mother's special explanation. In fact, Miss Song should have come here. After all, the two people are married, and it's normal to take care of them

Zhang's mother took a warm look, and her eyes inexplicably took some deep meaning: "right."

……

restaurant.

Song man didn't mean to sit next to Fu Yehan, but sat opposite him.

She looked at his legs and frowned: "why didn't you tell me earlier when you were injured? I still heard that you were injured. I wanted to come last night, but it was too late, so I came early this morning. Grandma was worried when she heard that you were injured..."

Referring to the Song family's grandmother, Fu Yehan looked stunned, and then whispered, "tell Grandma I'm fine."

"Well..."

Song man responded and then said, "my grandmother really hurts you, more than my own granddaughter. Try this dessert. My grandmother helped me make it together. It's delicious and nutritious."

Then he lifted his eyes and saw the soup next to Fu Yehan. He couldn't help asking, "what's this?"

"Bone soup."

Fu Yehan took a look and looked faint.

After drinking this soup for a week, Xiang Nuan's craft has improved a lot than at the beginning, and his appearance is also much better.

This woman is always duplicity. She obviously wants to drink it, but she always says that she can't drink it. However, she secretly watches her finish the soup every time she brings it up.

"Isn't it greasy? It looks greasy."

Song man glanced at the bone soup and frowned: "have you changed the cook at home? Why don't you even know you don't like greasy things?"