Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Fu zhengci frowned slightly. He leaned over, put his ear close to her red lips, listened carefully, and heard her talking, "baby... Old fu... Baby..."

He felt a great pain in his heart. The loss of the child was a great blow to her. It was precisely because of the child that she took back her dependence and feelings for him.

Fu zhengci slowly raised his head, reached out and took her little hand, and said in a dumb voice, "little sister, as long as you are willing to give me another chance, we will have children. Don't cry, be good!"

Lu Xiaomei talked nonsense for a while, gradually calmed down, and no longer cried and talked nonsense.

Fu zhengci was extremely distressed. He hated himself. Why did he have to wait until he lost it to know how to cherish it, and that person had already been waiting for him.

He bent down, picked her up, walked slowly into the master bedroom, put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt. He sat by the bed for a while before turning out.

Lu Xiaomei woke up again. It was dark outside the window. She rubbed her eyes, sat up from the bed, looked around the room, and found herself in Fu zhengci's bedroom.

She looked down and saw that she was still wearing the same suit as getting off the plane. She lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

She clearly remembers that she fell asleep crying on the sofa. When did she enter the master bedroom? Did she still have the habit of sleepwalking and come to the bedroom by herself?

She couldn't understand it, so she had to put on her slippers and go out of the bedroom. A soft wall lamp was on in the living room. She smelled the smell of food and felt hungry for a time. She rubbed her stomach.

When she heard something moving in the kitchen, she walked slowly over. There were two plates of steaming dishes on the table. She came to the kitchen door and saw a man walking around the stove with an apron. She looked focused on cooking and tasted the taste.

She was stunned for a moment.

She had almost never seen Fu zhengci cook. In her memory, he basically never cooked except brown sugar and ginger water for her. If he was hungry, he would rather order takeout.

At that time, she knew that he was impatient and paid for her.

She disliked that the takeout was not nutritious and the oil content was still high. Later, she learned to cook her hometown dishes. From the initial failure to her later proficiency, Fu zhengci's picky students forced her to be a first-class cook.

Now thinking about the past, she only felt that her mind at that time was really worthless, because he had never paid attention to it.

About feeling her overly focused eyes, Fu zhengci looked back and saw that she had woken up. There were pleats on half of her face. He slightly raised his eyebrows. "Wake up, I really want to wake you up and eat when the soup starts."

Lu Xiaomei didn't speak and looked at him very quietly.

Fu zhengci was embarrassed by her. He scratched his head and said, "I haven't cooked by myself for a long time. I'm unfamiliar with cooking. Maybe it won't suit my appetite. If it's not delicious, we'll order takeout."

Seeing that she still didn't speak, Fu zhengci said, "go out and wait. The oil smoke in the kitchen is heavy."

Lu Xiaomei looked at him so carefully to please. She thought of herself and felt suffocated.

"So you can cook. I thought you didn't share grain." Lu Xiaomei said faintly, with a trace of irony in her voice.

Fu zhengci pursed his lips, but he was not angry. "I seldom do it. I'm probably not as good as your cooking. Go sit and wait. It'll be fine right away."