Luxury Marriage: Mr.Fu's Cold Wife

She didn't ask much. She opened the quilt and got out of bed. She changed into a white T-shirt and light blue cowboy shorts, matched with small white shoes, tied her long hair behind her head and tied a ponytail. She looked playful and cute. It was no violation to stand beside him.

She followed him downstairs. There was an electric car at the door. He sat straight up and winked at her. She was stunned and hesitated for a moment before she walked over.

"Take this?" She still can't believe it. I don't know where he got an electric car. He usually goes in and out in a luxury car. She hasn't seen him ride this before.

"Yes." He nodded gently, looked determined, put one leg on the ground and handed her a helmet.

She simply took it over, put it on her head, sat in the back seat, grabbed the clothes behind him with both hands, and after he confirmed that she was seated, he drove out of here.

Electric cars gallop on the road. Although the speed is far less than that of four-wheel cars, it's good for freedom. It's hot here. Even in the evening, it's very hot outside. But now bursts of cool wind blow on the body, dispelling this uncomfortable dry heat. Many small vendors on the roadside are setting up stalls to sell tropical fruits, and the air is filled with sweet taste, Smell the warmth in my heart.

He drove the car to a market, where she was overwhelmed by all kinds of small shops. His speed gradually slowed down, parked the car in a corner and got out of the car with her.

When she took off her helmet, she found that it was really special here. Although it was lively, it was not dirty at all. The sanitation of the road was very good. Although there were many fruit vendors, there was no peel on the ground. A slight smell made the air sweet.

"Let's go." He took her hand and walked with her in the crowd. She looked around and her eyes fell on a barbecue stand. Among the sweet fruit flavor, the fragrant cumin flavor was particularly attractive. She couldn't help swallowing her saliva and took him to walk past.

As soon as the boss saw a guest coming, she immediately came to greet him, spoke aboriginal language and kept gesturing in her hand. After reading for a long time, she didn't understand the meaning at all, so she had to look at him helplessly.

He picked up the menu on the table and pointed it with his slender index finger. The boss immediately understood it, nodded and left excitedly.

She was a little surprised, looked at the boss's back, looked at him again, and asked suspiciously, "did you understand what he said just now?"

"I didn't understand, but I guessed." He looked relaxed. Anyway, where he ate, whatever he said was the steps. Even if he didn't understand it at all, it was no problem to follow the routine. Only she would be so serious.

She knew that he was always smart. This kind of thing was not a problem for him. She only blamed her IQ for not keeping up. She looked out through the side door and found that there was a fruit shop opposite, which seemed to have freshly squeezed juice. She couldn't help licking her lower lip.

"I'll go out and be right back." She then stood up and ran out without waiting for him to speak.

She went to the store and bought two cups of freshly squeezed mango juice. In fact, she has long coveted the mangoes here. Even if she eats them every day, she still can't stand it.

She returned to the barbecue shop and put the juice in front of him. The golden juice filled the whole plastic cup. He never liked this sweet thing, but seeing that she liked it so much didn't spoil her.

On one side of the table sat four white people, chatting loudly in English and laughing from time to time. She couldn't understand it. She just felt a little noisy and moved her chair aside.

Soon the boss brought the food. The roasted golden, fragrant chicken legs and red oil lamb chops exuded the fragrance of various spices, which was really greedy.

At this time, she didn't care about the English she didn't understand. She picked up a chicken leg and took a big bite. A layer of golden oil came out of the meat. It was fragrant and tender outside. She didn't want to put it down after one bite.

His eating appearance has never been as bold and unrestrained as her. Perhaps it is a habit formed since childhood. No matter what occasion he eats, he is particularly gentleman, as if he is never too hungry, so people can't see his desire.

"You eat slowly. We're not in a hurry." He took out a paper towel and wiped the oil stains on her mouth. His eyes were warm and soft and spoiled. Only she could enjoy the expression of love.

She took a sip of mango juice, the sweetness diluted the spicy in her mouth, she licked her lower lip, and her narrow apricot eyes bent into a crescent moon.

After eating and drinking, she leaned against the back of the chair and touched her slightly swollen stomach. Most of the bones were loaded in the plate in front of her. She didn't expect that any barbecue stall here was so delicious, so she confiscated it for a moment. It is estimated that she will grow a few kilograms of meat after going back.

He took out a paper towel and wiped the oil on his fingers. In fact, he had never been to such a roadside barbecue shop in China. At first, he wanted to take her to the high-end restaurant here, but he thought it was no obvious difference from that in China. This trip here was to give her a different feeling, so he specially got an electric car. She liked the life of ordinary couples, Then he will help her.

After paying the money, he took her out. There was a local dance performance not far from the street. People gathered around. Fireworks flickered and cheered one after another. She used to like to join in the fun. Although it's a little better now, now she also wants to go and have a look.

He took her away from the crowd in front and pushed her to the front. In fact, he hated the feeling of being squeezed in the crowd. There were all kinds of body smells around. It smelled really bad and extremely unsanitary. He held her hand tightly for fear that she would be rushed away by the crowd. He asked her to be close to him and be in front of him all the time.

The local people were hospitable and danced. An uncle came to her with hands and feet, hung a necklace made of leaves hanging around her neck, and stuffed a rose into her hand. She felt novel and excited.

She put the rose in the hair beside her ears. The dark hair made the rose more and more beautiful. Her face was beautiful and white, and it was usually light and pleasant. Now with the charming red on the temples, the whole person looked charming and added a bit of style to her smile.

"Does it look good?" She tugged at his sleeve and shook a few times in front of him, with a pair of apricot eyes.