The New Wife is Delicious: The President Lightly Loves

"Do you know? I always thought that he had really fallen, and he was no longer the same person as before. Otherwise, why didn't he come again after Mr. White's death?" Joan of Arc became more and more angry as she spoke, wishing to make people Grabbing him and beating him up will make his anger dissipate a bit.

"My dear, you should be calling me father now, not Mr. White. You always have the illusion that you will leave me at any time." Wells came closer again at some point, and two hands wearing the same plain ring Stacked together, the natural position on the chest looks really pleasing to the eye.

"Who is to blame for this? It's only been a month since we confessed our feelings to getting married. I haven't realized what happened yet! You have to give me a process of adaptation, right? And your reputation is not good. Speaking of which, I should be the one who should be worried, right?" Joan of Arc asked back unceremoniously, and it seemed that there was a faint smell of gunpowder coming out.

Yan Anan sips milk in a disguised way. In loving couples, there will always be quarrels, cursing, and cursing in a hurry... This is the real life. There is no perfect love, just like the moon always waxes and wanes .

"Blame me, blame me." Wells sat down with Joan of Arc in his arms, the tolerance and nostalgia in his eyes silently eliminated the war that hadn't erupted in time.

"It's really a blessing to be able to find someone who truly loves each other." Yan An'an sincerely sighed, but Wells shook his head, "It's not hard to find someone who truly loves you, but it's hard to find someone who can be with you, and that's the most difficult thing. "

"People who are in love may not be able to make it to the end, but those who make ends meet generally last longer. Why is that?" Yan Anan turned his eyes to the sky. Is it because of love that it is so difficult?

"In fact, there is no such thing, because falling in love puts higher demands on one's other half, and a little bit of flaws will be magnified. If it's just to make ends meet, don't care about it, but it's not that important. It's more tolerant , naturally it will be a long time, and it will not be long in a lifetime, but it is not short." Wells said indifferently.

"With the person you love, you will only feel that you don't have enough time, but with the person you hate, it's like a year." Jeanne pushed Wells in disgust.

"Just like Einstein's theory of relativity, time is short when you are with a beautiful woman, but when your butt is sitting on the stove, you will live like a year, I know it." Yan Anan finished drinking the milk with a smile.

"Thank you for your hospitality, but my dear, it's getting late, I think I need to go home, there are people waiting for me there." Yan Anan stood up, Joan of Arc and Wells also stood up.

"It's a pity that you couldn't attend the full wedding." Jeanne's face was full of disappointment, but she still led Yan Anan to go downstairs.

Where Joan of Arc could not see, Wells showed a bitter smile, but he couldn't let it go in the end.

The story that Joan of Arc told was only part of it. Wells did too much in a place that Joan of Arc didn't know about. Ailiwell stood behind Wells holding a tray.

"Why do you regret it?" If you sold the cafe directly, your life would be much easier than it is now, at least opening a tavern is not a problem.

"I have already decided, so there is no room for regret. If I never meet again, maybe my heart will never be heavy. If I really miss it, I am afraid that my life will not be easy. I am afraid of meeting you again, but I am eager to meet you again." Wells is Graduated with a master's degree in economics from a reputed institute.

And how can you not know that the principal is the hardest part?But Wells still chose to give up the inheritance. The bar next door was so quiet, it was clearly a bar, but it was more like a coffee shop.

Wells didn't know why when he designed the design, he changed the expected rough style into so delicate, obviously what he and his father loved was the mellow aroma of the spirit, not the delicacy of the coffee.

"I still don't agree with your idea. A bar-like cafe looks like a crowd of demons dancing wildly, but a cafe-like bar is a clean stream in the world."

"If you're telling the truth, I don't think Joan will not support you, and I don't understand why you keep such a cafe that is obviously losing money." Eliwell lifted his long golden hair and looked carefully, and sure enough The life of the waiter is really too bad, and there are even forks.

"Eliwell, some things carry memories, and even if they reappear, they will no longer be the same as they were originally." After Wells finished speaking, he went down to prepare things.

No one knows that Wells White, who owns a bar, is best at a cake called brownie. The full-bodied brownie just covers up the bitterness of caramel, and the slight sweetness is just a man who doesn’t like cakes. You can also eat some.

"Wells, apart from Joan of Arc, I really want to know when you will be moved. You must know that I haven't seen your true feelings for a long time." Erivel lit a women's cigarette, clear The smell of mint mixed with tobacco permeated the back kitchen.

"Ariwell, if you smoke, please go out, this is the place where food is made for people to eat." Joan pushed through the smoke and walked in, feeling quite annoyed by the lingering green smoke in this room.

"I really envy you, Joan of Arc." Obviously you have gained everything without working hard, obviously you are the one who should lose everything.

Eliwell stubbed out the cigarette and walked out slowly.

Joan shook her head and came to help Wells. Pieces of black and delicate brownies appeared in this small kitchen. They obviously wouldn't use so much, but they couldn't help but make a lot of them. When the people you love are together, it really feels like there is not enough time.

"Wells, I actually know that you actually wanted me to leave here at the beginning." Jeanne took the initiative to break through the window paper.

Wells' hand paused, "Honey, why do you have such an idea?"

"It's not difficult to guess, Wells, even though you seem to have changed a lot now, there is one thing you have never changed, that is, you don't like to show your emotions truly."

"Whether it's your gentleman's appearance or your bad appearance, I'm afraid it's yourself, and you have never seen through yourself, right?" Joan of Arc put the freshly made cake into the oven.

"How can I not know my heart? I at least know that I love you." When I love you, I can give up everything I planned.

Jeanne went out without saying a word.And Wells saw a small scented candle left where Joan had just stood.

The beautiful green dances with bright flames, like a beautiful girl, tempting the beloved. "So you found it, why did you find it?"

Wells picked up the small candle. This green scented candle was the last one left among those candles. Wells hid it in Joan's arms when she first came here. teddy bear inside.

That little girl, probably at that time, walked into the heart of the stagnant Wells?

Joan of Arc may leave this cafe, but she will never abandon the teddy bear she has always carried with her, the teddy bear that accompanied her day and night, this is what Joan of Arc will never miss every day landscape.

Wells gently kissed the small glass outside the candle, "Why did you find out so early? Isn't it enough to pretend to be confused for the rest of your life?"

My father knew that his mother didn't love him, but he gave up his favorite spirits and stayed with his mother's most desired coffee shop for the rest of his life, the flower language of violets—eternal love.

Why not let me protect you with eternity?Instead of chasing Joan, Wells quietly closed his well-designed cafe.

Sometimes people who love each other can't stay together, just because they love too deeply and want to complete each other, but they miss forever.

A small border town in Indonesia, a quiet coffee shop next to the sea, where beautiful violets are always in bloom, and the long Chiba hanging basket hangs down with silk strips to form a beautiful curtain.

There is no waiter here, only an old handsome guy who always plays the wedding march. Some people say that he is a top student of the Finance Institute, but he gave up everything for one person, just guarding the place where she stayed, forever guarding her. own love.

It is said that the person he loved left at the wedding, and the two did not divorce, but they never saw each other again. Some people said that Gu Niang had very gentle eyes, and her sweet smile was a greeting from heaven.

But the old man sitting in the cafe playing the wedding march knew that Gu Niang was the most beautiful person in the world, and she was worth waiting for all his life.

Maybe when he gets old and blind, the girl he loves will come back.

The wind chime on the door was still shaking dutifully, and Ding Ling's voice, like her happy smile, moved out of the rocking chair and sat quietly at the door of the cafe, watching the slowly setting sun, "Jeanne Alice, will you Could it be a dream that I never woke up from?"

"Otherwise, why would the dream be so beautiful?" The old man quietly rocked the rocking chair, but suddenly the sunlight was blocked, and the old man took off the book covering his face.

A beautiful woman with brown eyes and gray hair stood in front of him. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, until the woman took out a somewhat old teddy bear and stuffed it into the old man's arms.

"I will give you my most precious teddy bear as a token of love. Would you like to start over with me? My dear Wells White?" The woman's smile was as beautiful as the rumors said.

Wells White hugged the teddy bear in his arms tightly, "What's wrong? As long as you are willing to be called Joan of Arc White, I agree to everything."

Time is quiet, the missed time will always return to the original point, and I have been waiting for you in your heart, so don't make me wait too long, I am afraid I will forget you, just remember that beautiful dream.