Cold marriage and warm love: be your heart's darling

Leng Fei still didn't say a word. In fact, she wanted to smash everything around him. She was so drunk last night. He just didn't come to see her. In the past, Mu Chenyi was on call no matter what she was doing. Now she doesn't even listen to her words. She's really angry.

But she is such a proud person. She is so proud that no one, including herself, is allowed to do anything ugly, so she can only vent by half drunk.

Mu Chenyi looked at her in wonder, and then got up reluctantly. A few seconds later, he came back with a cup of warm water. His generous and warm palm then helped her on the back of her head and gently fed her water.

Lengfei obediently fed him, but there was no response.

"Why don't you answer the phone? When I called your office, my colleague said you asked for leave, which made me think..."

"What time is it?" She was hoarse.

"It's almost twelve o'clock. Are you hungry? Is there any food in the fridge? I'll cook."

She nodded.

He patted her on the face and walked to the kitchen.

Lengfei gets out of bed and leans against the door to watch his series of actions, such as washing rice, cooking, cutting and frying vegetables, and cleaning dishes and chopsticks, just like in his own home. Yes, this should be their state. Their feelings for more than ten years may have been dissipated, but they are more natural and friendly. They are inseparable like family.

Lengfei smiled and calmed down. He was cruel to her.

Mu Chenyi's cooking is quite good, but he usually seldom cooks. At present, only lengfei can enjoy this treatment.

At noon, Jiang Xiaoye was invited with a bag on his head. Lengfei apologized and laughed at the festival. Mu Chenyi laughed and hurt his stomach.

Thinking about yesterday's depression, he was still very unhappy. Jiang Xiaoye resisted the impulse to lift the table and buried himself in eating.

While lengfei went to wash his hands, he asked, "how's your head?"

Jiang Xiaoye looked at him from the corner of his eye, "very good, very strong, and the swollen bag has a growing tendency, growing gratifying."

Mu Chenyi laughed and patted him: "life needs setbacks. This is an organizational test of your own perseverance."

After dinner, Jiang Xiaoye went back to his house to rest. Lengfei sat on the sofa and peeled oranges. Mu Chenyi packed up the dishes and chopsticks and came out. She was used to taking the things in her hand.

"Phil, your stomach is cold. Didn't the doctor tell you to eat less raw cold?" He put the orange back in the fruit tray and peeled the apple for her instead.

He glanced at him obliquely: "you care about me? I just want to have a stomachache. It's better than heartache. I've been ignoring people for almost a month."

He raised his eyebrows and pretended to be silly. He stretched out his hand behind her to circle her. She immediately habitually tilted back, put all her weight on him, and found a comfortable and relaxed position to be held by him.

"What else is wrong? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"Have you ever seen people who escape from work recover quickly after they sleep? There must be a buffer period. You are not allowed to leave until I wake up." With her eyelids on, she continued to sleep and was a little dizzy by his hot breath.

"Sleep, I'll watch you.

"A bedtime kiss."

He brushed her hair away and obediently dropped a kiss on her cheek.

Lengfei curled up in his arms and pulled out a smile from the corners of her mouth.