Lucky to Have You Till the End

Tang Xinyan entered the kitchen with a heavy heart.

Aunt Wang took out the ingredients from the refrigerator. She wanted to help Tang Xinyan chop vegetables. Tang Xinyan shook her head, "Aunt Wang, you have a vacation tonight!"

Aunt Wang is a wise man, and she immediately understood what Tang Xinyan meant. She let out a cry, and left without asking much.

Although it didn't take long to marry Mo Chi, she didn't formally cook him a good meal.

As a wife, this is her dereliction of duty.

Wearing an apron, she twisted her long hair into a ball head, washed her hands, and began to chop vegetables.

He doesn't like spicy food, and she cooks very light dishes.

Looking at the seven big dishes and one soup on the table, she suddenly realized that although there were no peppers in these dishes, she was not sure if they were his favorite.

Every time the two eat together, it is basically her favorite on the table.

She always thought she liked to eat, and he also liked to eat.

But thinking about it now, it doesn't seem to be the case, but he has been accommodating her.

And she never asked what he liked or disliked.

She took out her mobile phone, looked at the dishes on the table, and couldn't help but call him.

Seeing the words "Kiss Husband" flashing on the screen, a bitter smile appeared on the corners of her lips.

He answered the phone after a few rings.

"When will you... come back?" She tried to restrain her inner emotions and asked with red eyes.

After Mo Chiwei left the mall, he arrived at the company. He was discussing a project with a major client. After saying sorry to the other party, he took his cell phone and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, "It may be late."

"About when is it late?"

Seeing that there was a sense of urgency in her voice to want him to go back, Mo Chiwei smiled lowly, "Isn't it disgusting with my kiss?"

"That's..." She bit her lip. "When on earth are you coming back?"

"About ten o'clock, I will go to dinner with the client later."

An indescribable sense of loss spread across Tang Xinyan's chest, and she hummed unidentifiedly, "Then you are busy!"

After hanging up the phone, she sat at the dining table alone, picked up the tableware, and ate without eating.

Her cooking skills are not too good, but not too bad.

It may be because of her mood, she actually felt that the meal was extremely unpalatable.

After sitting quietly in the restaurant for a long time, she poured all the food into the trash can, and after clearing the dishes and chopsticks, she went to the bathroom to take a shower.

...

Mo Chiwei came back about eleven in the evening.

He drank a lot of alcohol, his steps were a little vain, he went to the bedroom, looked at the woman lying on the side of the bed, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Asleep?"

The little woman on the bed didn't answer him.

He stood by the bed and stared at the back of her head for a while, then turned and went into the bathroom.

Tang Xinyan was not asleep, her mind was tumbling, she didn't know how to face him.

About ten minutes later, she felt the position of her body sunk slightly, and the man who had taken a shower fell asleep next to her, followed by a faint fragrance of shower gel.

He was naked, wearing only bullet trousers, and his cool chest was close to her slender back.

He turned off the wall lamp, and the bedroom sank into darkness.

From her breathing and stiff body, he could feel that she was not asleep.

At the same time, he could also feel that she didn't want to bother him.

She is not wearing her usual nightdress tonight, but conservative pajamas and pajamas.

His big palm went up along the lay of her pajamas, and his fingertips touched her soft and round, he wrinkled his eyebrows, and his face instantly sank.