Hidden marriage sweet honey: president, super love

"Fu Bureau, the wife of the director and the old lady have come back together." Follow Fu Yi's secretary to report.

"So fast?" Fu Yi was wearing a housecoat, a scarf, and a kitchen knife in his hand. He looked like a good man at home. The casserole on the magnetic stove was steaming, and the smell of food was wafting in the kitchen.

Secretary greedy sniff, hungry, "the old lady's car parked outside."

Fu Yi lowered his eyelashes, flipped the dishes in the pan with his slender hands, and told him, "take out the prepared food first, and I'll take the rest myself."

The Secretary nodded busily, "OK."

After a while, five dishes and one soup were sent out.

The squirrel mandarin fish in the pot is golden in hot oil, and the fish meat is as white and tender as jade. Fu Yi calmly sprinkles a section of emerald onion on the fish and puts two small tomatoes on the plate.

Jiang Nuan returned to this beautiful villa with a history of 100 years after five years, and he was not used to it.

"Madame! You're back! "

As soon as she stepped in, the servant who had taken care of her before walked towards her with tears in his eyes.

"Wang, Wang ma?"

The excited servant nodded, "it's me."

"Madam, you haven't come back for five years. I thought..."

Old lady Fu coughed unhappily, "cough."

She immediately closed her mouth, stepped aside, and grabbed her hands. "Old lady."

Mrs. Fu managed to coax people back, for fear that she said something she shouldn't have said would remind Jiang Nuan of his unhappy memories. She immediately said, "go and see if the toothbrush has come back. If you haven't come back, go outside to look for it. It's cold recently. Don't let it play crazy."

The servant did not give up a look at ginger warm, dare not disobey her instructions, "yes, old lady."

She looked back three times at a time and walked away reluctantly.

Fu Laofu took Jiang Nuan's hand and brought her in. "Come on, Nuan Nuan, let's go first. What do you want to drink? Grandma will soak it for you."

Jiang Nuan was warmly clenched by her hands, had to enter the living room, she sat on the sofa, "nanny, I can drink white water."

"White water?" Old lady Fu said strangely, "didn't you like to drink sweet juice before?"

"Quit."

She used to like sweet things because she thought it was sweet to marry love. After being beaten by reality, she had given up the habit of loving sweet things, just like forcing herself to give up dependence on someone.

Jiang Nuan sat on the sofa and soon saw someone come out of the kitchen.

Fu Yi is wearing a coffee colored turtleneck sweater. The woolen cloth of coarse wool has a simple pattern. He is wearing it close to his waist, which makes people unconsciously slip to his waist

With a plate in his hand, Jiang wending looked at it and saw his favorite squirrel mandarin fish.

Her eyes became complicated.

Under the sofa as if growing a nail like, stabbing her uncomfortable.

I'm sorry.

She was very upset and instinctively wanted to go. Mrs. Fu had come to her with a glass in her hand. "Warm, come on, your warm water."

"Oh, thank you, grandma." She always felt that Youdao was staring at her. She didn't know how to put her hands and feet. She took the water.

When Mrs. Fu saw her drinking water, she just ran into her grandson chiguoguo's eyes. She coughed and glared. She turned back and said gently, "come on, warm up, drink slowly, and ask grandma to pour it for you."