One Thought Addiction: Fu Shao's Heart-to-heart Doting on His Wife

Jian Changqing put on her shoes with a blushing face.

Her original intention was to distance herself from Fu Nianchen, the farther the better, and it would be best not to run into each other again in this life.

But things backfired, they not only ran into each other.

Now she and Little Pudding have returned to the old place.

Even, Fu Nianchen hugged him just now, if she hadn't stopped him in time, he would have put on shoes for himself.

All these actions were too cross the line, which made her at a loss and terrified her.

"What's the matter? Are these not to your taste?" Fu Nianchen saw her holding a spoon and looking at the breakfast on the table with a frown, thinking that she didn't like it.

He knew that Jian Changqing had always loved food and was picky, so the breakfast on the table today was all her favorite.

Jian Changqing was already upset by his actions, but when he asked him in a caring tone, it made her even more irritable.

"Yes, I don't like to eat these!" Jian Changqing pointed out, "I have changed my taste for these when I was abroad. I don't like Chinese breakfasts, I like Western ones."

Little Pudding looked over suspiciously, mother obviously likes to eat these?

Little Pudding and Jian Changqing depended on each other for life, and they were almost inseparable, so they naturally knew these details.

But as Jian Changqing said, the two hadn't met each other in these years, so he didn't know about Jian Changqing's changes.

"Can I have a sandwich?" Fu Nianchen rolled up his sleeves, turned and went into the kitchen.

Jian Changqing looked at his back in astonishment.

After waiting for Jian Changqing's response for a long time, Fu Nianchen turned around and glanced at her, meeting her complicated eyes.

"If you don't say it, it will be regarded as your acquiescence." Fu Nianchen made the decision for her on his own.

Taking out the ingredients, Fu Nianchen made a sandwich with ease.

"Would you like juice or milk?" Fu Nianchen asked again.

Looking at the freshly baked sandwiches, Jian Changqing didn't know what to say for a moment, she obviously didn't mean that.

Fu Nianchen is so smart, how could he not know what she really meant.

They haven't seen each other for several years, she has changed, she is not the former Jian Changqing, at least she is no longer his wife.

"Just watermelon juice." Fu Nianchen went to work in the kitchen again. He took a fresh watermelon, cut it open, took out the pulp and put it into the juicer.

Refreshing and sweet fruity aroma.

"Daddy Long Legs, I want a cup too, can I?" Little Pudding has become familiar with Fu Nianchen, otherwise she wouldn't ask for anything.

"Of course." Fu Nianchen brought out three cups of watermelon juice, "If it's not enough, there's more in it."

Whether it is Chinese style or Western style, they are all presented in front of Jian Changqing.

"Mom, eat quickly. Daddy Long Legs made it for you specially. The watermelon juice is so sweet." Little Pudding took a big gulp of the watermelon juice with his cup in his hand.

If there was no little pudding around, she would have made a fuss long ago, but the child looked at it, and she didn't want him to set a bad example, so she refrained from venting.

"Not all sandwiches suit my taste." Jian Changqing couldn't resist, but couldn't help but stop.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you ask, I will do it." Fu Nianchen looked at her with dim eyes, "I have changed a lot in these years, and I am no longer the old Fu Nianchen."

Jian Changqing turned her head aside, she was intimidated by his complicated eyes, she didn't dare to look at him again, and she didn't even dare to delve into the meaning of his words, so she could only calm down.