Luxury family honey darling

Yinian didn't answer his question immediately, but continued to look at him like an alien.

Until Shen Zhizhuo's scalp was numb when she saw it, she shook her head and said, "have you been lost? Otherwise, how can you say such greasy sweet words, huh?"

When Shen Zhihuo heard Yi Nian's words, he reflected for a long time before he showed it. He looked at the sky speechless. What was in her cerebellar bag of melon seeds?

Then, he raised his hand, bent his fingers and bounced on Yi Nian's forehead, "have you read too many fantasy novels? Why, don't you like me?"

Yi Nian pretended that he hurt his forehead, pretended to rub his hand, grinned and said in a voice: "like, like, if you can hear your sweet words every day, it's worth dying, (* ^ ^ *) hee..."

Shen Zhijiao scraped her nose, and then suddenly looked at her seriously, "remember, you are already my man now. You can't say anything about being immortal without my permission. Do you hear me, or I'll punish you carefully."

"Ha?" Yinian, who was taught by his serious "lesson", blurted out subconsciously, "great, my brother, where did you learn such low lines..."

Before she finished her words, Yi Nian was stared back by Shen Zhihuo. Then she started to fight ha ha. The conversation turned and flattered: "but I like it. Hey hey, domineering President fan'er, it's too man, ha ha..."

Yi Nian came forward with a dry smile, kissed Shen Zhi's smooth white cheek, then took his arm and took him downstairs.

While walking, he said that he was too hungry to walk, so the whole person almost leaned on Shen Zhijiao.

At the restaurant, Yi Nian sat at the table and watched Shen Zhihuo busy in and out of the kitchen.

At this moment, Yinian has burst out of happiness. She must have saved the whole universe in her previous life, otherwise how could she have Shen Zhijiao, such an invincible first boyfriend in the universe? Right? She can go to the hall, go to the kitchen, fight the robbers and warm the bed. Simplicity is everything.

Just as Yi Nian was YY facing the busy Shen Zhijiao's back, the food came up.

Looking at the simple and light four dishes and one soup, the dishes have no gorgeous ornaments. They are very simple domestic dishes, but they exude an attractive aroma.

It looks full of color, smell and taste. Yinian couldn't wait to start.

Shen Zhihuo watched her eat happily. Unconsciously, she had completely relaxed herself in front of herself. Such cognition filled his heart with a sense of achievement.

Because of love, because of trust, so she will behave so recklessly in front of herself.

"Eat slowly, and no one grabs you?"

Yi Nian put a big mouthful of green vegetables into his mouth, and nodded on both sides of his cheeks. He looked like a lovely little hamster. Shen Zhizhuo waved a handsome smile again.

It's good. While enjoying the beautiful man and eating the delicious food made by the beautiful man, is there a happier life than this? Yi Nian thought happily in her heart.

Compared with her slightly free and easy eating, Shen Zhihuo's eating is much more reserved and noble than her. It is a beautiful man's dining picture with fine chewing and slow swallowing, elegant action and vivid, which is not only pleasing to the eyes, but also full of noble spirit.

"How did you manage to cook? I thought you were already very good at cooking." Shen Zhizhuo cooked noodles for her several times in the evening before, and the taste was quite good, but she didn't think about it at that time. He cooked so well except before the meeting.

Shen Zhizhuo paused for a while when he was reading vegetables for Yi. At the same time, his eyes flashed quickly and said perfunctorily, "when you're bored, learn to play."

Yinian didn't think much. She nodded gently and ate half a bowl of rice. She couldn't eat any more. Yinian reluctantly put down her chopsticks. The whole person leaned lazily on the back of the chair and sighed with satisfaction, "I haven't eaten so much for a long time. It's really comfortable."

Shen Zhi looked at her and smiled, then got up to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Yi Nian noticed that his left hand was slightly unnatural. Thinking that he still had a wound on his shoulder, he stood up with the table, stretched out his hand, took the dishes and chopsticks from his hands, smiled and said, "don't move, there's still a wound on his shoulder. You're responsible for cooking, I'm responsible for washing dishes and rational division of labor."

Shen Zhizhuo saw that she was full of energy, so he didn't force it. He also sent their chopsticks to her, then sat down and watched her clumsily and unfamiliar clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Just as Yinian turned to the kitchen and put the dishes and chopsticks into the sink, a word suddenly popped out of her mind - home

Yes, home. Isn't this the feeling of home he has been looking for but can't?

A plain and simple home, wife, children, laughter and fighting... These most ordinary things in the world are luxury for him.

He has never had such a simple and happy family, no parents who love him and spoil him, and even a family of three can only appear in his dream.

When I wake up, everything is illusory, leaving no trace except deep regret in my heart.

Suddenly, he hoped that the time would freeze at this moment, thinking nothing and taking care of nothing. Only he and Yinian, perhaps in the near future, there would be his and her children, a playful, lovely and flexible daughter like her, and a calm and introverted son like him. Just thinking, his chest would be filled with unprecedented happiness.

"Ah!" suddenly, Yinian, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, made a painful cry of grievance with a clear voice.

Instantly pulled back Shen's burning thoughts.

He immediately ran over, nervously held her hand and looked at the injured wound.

When I saw that her index finger had a wound less than half a centimeter in diameter, covered with blood beads, I was secretly relieved.

Then he couldn't help feeling interesting. It seems that it's OK to think about it, but... He looked at Yi Nian and shook his head. It seems that he should be ready for his omnipotent husband first.

Because Yinian broke the bowl and cut her finger, Shen zhishao kicked her out of the kitchen and began to clean up the mess.

Yi Nian apologized and stuck out his tongue, so he had to step aside and stop making trouble.

After Shen Zhihuo cleaned up, he looked up and saw Yi Nian leaning against the door of the kitchen. His eyes were like water. When he looked at himself without blinking, his ears turned red.

So he pretended to be calm and coughed, dried his hands, walked over, and took her weak and boneless hand to the sofa.

Yinian quietly followed him and let him lead him. When he came to the sofa, Yinian suddenly took a step forward and hugged Shen Zhi's burning waist from behind.

Shen Zhizhuo stopped, but didn't release her hand. He turned to look behind him and asked suspiciously, "what's the matter?"

Yi Nian's face was on his back. When he heard him ask, he just shook his head, but didn't speak.

She doesn't know what's wrong. She just wants to hold him like this and don't let go. It's like once she let go, she won't have a chance to hold him like this and feel that it's really him.

This feeling is very sudden and strange, which makes Yi Nian feel unprovoked panic. It seems that only holding him in this way and feeling his real temperature can slightly alleviate the inexplicable fear in his heart.

Obviously, the relationship between them has been so close, but her heart is still worried about gain and loss, without a sense of security.

But she couldn't tell what was going on. She had to hold him tightly in order to find a sense of security in fear.

Shen Zhizhuo seemed to feel the uneasiness from the bottom of her heart, turned around, faced her face to face, held her in his arms, and his smooth jaw gently rubbed the top of her soft hair.

When he spoke, his chest slightly shook the ears of Yinian who fell in front of his chest, "Yinian, I love you, really love you, so don't leave me, don't abandon me like them, OK, promise me."

Hearing the sadness and hesitation in his tone, Yi Nian's heart pumping out. His voice seemed to be blocked with cotton. He just nodded repeatedly for a long time before he found his voice. He looked up at him and asked, "Shen Zhijiao, can you promise me something?"