Lovesick: The President's Destined Sweet Wife

Ran Ruo spoke less and Lu Dingcheng more.

After a few bites, ran Ruoyu laughed happily.

"It's filled with pork and celery. It's delicious."

"Eat more if you like." Lu Dingcheng looks at ran Ruoyu gently.

I don't know when he only ate pork and celery stuffing when he ate dumplings. As time goes by, his mother always liked this stuffing when she made dumplings. Every time he sent dumplings, it was this stuffing.

"Husband, you should eat more." Ran Ruoyu took a dumpling and handed it to Lu Dingcheng.

Lu Dingcheng took a bite, and half of ran Ruoyu ate it.

After eating, ran Ruoyu goes to wash the bowl. Lu Dingcheng goes to help.

"Just two bowls. I'll do it."

Ran Ruoyu didn't let Lu Dingcheng get involved.

Lu did not listen.

"As the saying goes, men and women are not tired to work together."

Lu Dingcheng took ran Ruoyu's bowl, dried it with a clean towel and put it back in the cupboard.

Listening to Lu Dingcheng's words, ran Ruoyu smiles sweetly.

That's true.

Two people washing dishes together is not stuffy, the mood is also particularly good.

The life between husband and wife should be like this, warm, sweet, even if it's housework, it's interesting to do it together.

Tidy up the things in the kitchen, ran Ruoyu and Lu Dingcheng go back to the bedroom.

Pushing open the bedroom door, ran Ruoyu felt that he didn't know her anymore.

The bedroom, which used to be cool, has changed a lot.

"Do you like it?" Lu Dingcheng's voice is a little uncertain and worried.

The style of the bedroom was changed according to the style of ran Ruoyu's boudoir after Lu Dingcheng had been there.

The light in the room was changed to a softer light.

The curtains, the sofa and the quilt cover have all been changed.

It's all changed to her favorite color.

It's a lot warmer in this way.

That's what it's like to be at home.

The style before Lu Dingcheng is mainly black and white and gray, which makes people feel a bit like a hotel.

Lu Dingcheng looks at ran Ruoyu.

There was no expression on her face.

There is no imaginary surprise, no imaginary pleasure.

"Don't you like it?" After a while, Lu Dingcheng asked.

Ran Ruoyu looks up at Lu Dingcheng and looks at him.

"No, I like it very much."

Ran Ruoyu came to the room and glanced around. Then she fixed her eyes on the dressing table.

The skin care products on the dressing table are arranged in a row. They are all unopened. On the left is a lipstick shelf, on which are some of the most popular lipstick brands on the market.

"I asked Siyu to help me buy those. She said you would like them."

Lu Dingcheng's voice sounded after his death.

He didn't know many girls, and Lu Dingcheng, who had a little taste in cosmetics, first thought of Chen Siyu.

When Chen Siyu heard that it was sold to ran Ruoyu, she readily agreed, and still spent her own money. After last meeting with ran Ruoyu, she was very fond of this sister-in-law.

Ran Ruoyu walked over and sat in front of the white European dresser.

"Siyu's eyes must be right."

After sitting down, ran Ruoyu took a look at one of the bottles. The price of this brand is very expensive. Before, ran Ruoyu was reluctant to start.

"It's from Siyu."

Lu Dingcheng came over and put his hand on ran Ruoyu's shoulder.

Listening to what Lu Dingcheng said, ran Ruoyu was a little surprised. After all, she and Chen Siyu are not close friends.