Cold Wife, Never Try to Escape

"What are you doing here?" Aini, who was just about to take the child upstairs, looked at Qin Yong who came in and looked upset. "Qin Yong, haven't you tired of the old routine? I've made it very clear that you can't understand people's words when we divorce? "

"... wife, don't divorce easily. The children are here!" Qin Yong came over, picked up Qin Zhe and kissed his little face. "Look, you scared your son. Stop it. You'll get a divorce as soon as Fu Jingang came back. You don't know that she pushed you. You can't blame others for this crime!"

"..." Fu Jin, who had already reached a step, looked at Qin Yong and said nothing. What are you doing to me when you two quarrel! What do you mean by talking about me for no reason?

"If you want to make trouble at home, don't talk nonsense at my house!" Su Tinghe, who had entered the kitchen, heard the news coming out from inside. The tall and stylish man took a broken flower apron. Fu Jinfeng opened her eyes and couldn't react. What image does Su Tinghe have? There is no such painting style in my memory. When did the chief change to the home style? What is this and what! It seems all messed up!

"... Tinghe, are you cooking?" Qin Yong looked at his friend standing at the kitchen door in surprise and was stunned for a moment.

"What do you care?" Su Tinghe said disgustingly and turned back into the kitchen.

"... cough, cough, cough," Fu Jin came back and looked at Aini. "Sister Aini, you'd better talk to Qin Yong. Don't say anything in front of the child, Qin Yong... What he said is also reasonable. I don't want to be a villain. I'm a little tired. I went upstairs first." Then he glanced at the kitchen door and turned upstairs

When Fu Jin returned to the room, she really felt a little tired. This morning, she was dealing with the political trial and running to the hospital to worry and be afraid, and the couple were tossing around blindly. She felt that her messy head was also in pain. She lay in bed and wanted to keep her mind for a while, but she unknowingly fell asleep.

About half an hour later, as soon as the door opened, Su Tinghe came in with a tray, looked at the motionless little woman on the bed, gently put down the tray, walked over and sat by the bed.

Fu Jin was sleeping in front of him. His small face was a little tired. Dai Mei, who was like a mountain, occasionally frowned in her sleep. Her long eyelashes trembled from time to time, indicating that she didn't sleep well.

Looking at the little thing in her sleep, Su Tinghe stretched out his big hand with a thin cocoon and gently rubbed her white and delicate cheek. Fu Jin is more beautiful and moving than a few years ago. She has faded the childishness of the original girl. In addition to the cold that still remains, she is more gentle and quiet of a little woman. A young woman of 21 or 12 years old has a charming and charming temperament that makes people yearn for infinitely. In this way, she is a man who will fall in love at first sight, obsessed and crazy

Thinking about the survey results she received, she and sresho Vince have been going out and in together like a family in recent years. Her son also called them daddy, which raised an unspeakable depression in her heart. His wife is his own, but he has lived with others for several years. His son is his own. He knows nothing for so many years and listens to him calling others' father for no reason. What's this called! Anyway, he wants to save Xiaojin's heart. His wife and children can only be his own!

"... Xiao Jin, get up and have something to eat. I know you're tired. I brought it up. How much to eat, huh?" He collected his mind, and Su Tinghe shook Fu Jin's shoulder.

"... well, what's the matter?" Confused Fu Jin opened his eyes and saw Su Tinghe's enlarged handsome face. Before he reacted, he was pressed on his lips by the slightly cool lip petals. However, Su Tinghe didn't kiss her deeply this time. He just kissed her like a dragonfly and helped her sit up.

"Eat something and sleep again. Don't be hungry. Come on, I've made egg noodles. I've just filled some of the dishes sent by Qin Yong. Come and eat them. They'll be cold in a while. " Then he squatted down and put on slippers for Fu Jin.

"..." what is the situation? After sleeping for a while, how did Su Tinghe fix Vince's body! So gentle, what stimulation!

"Why are you staring at me? Not hungry? " Seeing Fu Jinzhi staring at himself, Su Tinghe was a little nervous. Now he was so afraid that the girl showed a slightest disgust and rejection to herself.

"..." Fu Jin wanted to say that he was not hungry, but a very disappointing coo came from his stomach.

"... hehe, you're hungry. Go to dinner." Su tinghejun relaxed his face, bent over and picked up Fu Jin, strode to the sofa and gently sat her down. He also sat next to her, stretched out his hand and took chopsticks and stuffed them into Fu Jin's hand. "Eat quickly. How's the taste of my noodles?"

"..." Fu Jin was hugged by him and his face was hot. He didn't adapt to his sudden change. He hung his eyes and didn't dare to look up. However, he was really hungry and didn't say anything. He ate one mouthful at a time.

Looking at Fu Jin eating slowly, Su Tinghe's heart is soft at the moment. The girl is not as tough as before. She still eats what she makes. Does that mean she is forgiving herself a little?

"Girl, is it delicious?"

"... well." Fu Jin made a movement, and then gently answered.

"I haven't cooked it myself these years. I don't know how it tastes., But I remember your taste. You don't like salty ones. I only put a little soy sauce and salty salt, and I didn't put coriander and scallion. "

"... well." Fu Jin stuttered and felt that his eyes were getting hotter and hotter, and his sight became blurred a little bit. He endured the bitterness in his heart and ate half a bowl of noodles. The other dishes didn't move. He put down his chopsticks silently.

"Full?"

"... well." Fu Jin nodded. Before raising his eyes to see the bowl on his table, Su Tinghe picked up Fu Jin's chopsticks and ate the rest of the noodles in a snoring breath.

"... you, you didn't eat?" Watching him wolf down his noodles, Fu Jin swallowed his saliva and couldn't help blurting out.

"Hehe, I'll wait for you to finish eating Fugen." Su Tinghe put down his bowl, took out a paper towel and looked at Fu Jin. He carefully wiped her mouth, and then wiped his own mouth.

"... you, you are economical enough!" Fu Jin turned his eyes and wiped away the dirt with a piece of paper!

"Huh? Ha ha, ha ha...... "Su Tinghe, who was stunned at first, then understood what she meant, laughed happily. For the first time in so many years, he wanted to laugh from his heart.

"What are you laughing at! Is it so funny? " Fu Jinheng looked at him and was about to get up. He was hugged into his arms by Su Tinghe.

"Hehe, don't laugh, baby, I'm so happy. You just looked as lovely as in the past!" The resolute chin was against the top of the woman's hair, smelling the faint fragrance from her, and the millet Tinghe could not restrain his emotions.

"..." being held tightly by this generous embrace, Fu Jin also shook her mind. For several years, she missed this embrace like crazy on many sleepless nights. This strong chest gave her unprecedented stability. Just day by day, year by year, the more miss, the more heartache, the more resentment. Superimposed together, the bitterness and bitterness of unclear Tao tortured one's heart into holes and closed tightly.

"Xiaojin, girl, let's make up. Forget the past and start over. Now we have a son. We'll have another daughter in a year or two. You're a mother and I'm a father. Our family is happy. Baby, OK, huh?" Turning around Fu Jin's body, Su Tinghe's low voice sounded like a cello, with deep affection and infinite longing for the future.

You are my mother and I am my father... Fu Jin's heart trembled uncontrollably after su Tinghe's words. What a beautiful vision, son, daughter, husband... Can she accept it? Can they go back?

"Xiao Jin, why don't you talk? We're done. I'm like living in hell without you. Save me! Wife, please. " Holding Fu Jin's chin, she raised her little face. Su Tinghe's black eyes like the sea were gathering more and more enthusiasm. Jun's face approached a little, and thin lips kissed Fu Jin's lips carefully