Flash marriage love: Feng Shao, deep routine!

The maple leaves on the street fell one by one, the weather began to turn cold, and it entered early autumn before we knew it.

Qiao Yiran went downstairs wearing only a thin unlined garment. Because she got up late, Feng Yuchen was the only one at the dinner table.

She walked over curiously: "Why are you still here?"

Feng Yuchen glanced at her lightly, then lowered his black eyes, and continued to enjoy the steak on the plate gracefully.

Seeing that he ignored him, Joey couldn't help curling his lips.

It's fine if you don't like to talk to me, really!
Immediately, she pulled out the chair and sat down opposite him. A leaf just floated in from the window, made a circle in the air, and then slowly landed on the floor.

Feng Yuchen took out a tissue from the table, wiped the corners of his mouth, and stared at the person in front of him.

"Why are you so angry in the morning? I offended you just now?"

Joy gave him a white look, didn't say anything, just looked out of the window, a faint halo hit her face, adding a bit of softness to it.

Qiao Yiran spoke slowly: "It seems that we have been married for four months."

Feng Yuchen raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised that Qiao Yiran had calculated the date so accurately.

"Do you have an idea or something, why did you suddenly bring up this topic."

Joey Ran looked sad: "No, I just suddenly remembered some past events. When I was young, I always hoped that I would grow up quickly, but now, I hope that I will never grow up. Hehe, it's ridiculous, I think so too. My idea is ridiculous, I am not a child anymore, why do I always like to fantasize about some unrealistic things..."

She was very lonely in her heart. She married into Feng's family for revenge, but... after the revenge is over, what should she do next.

Joey's bright eyes flickered.

Seeing this scene, Feng Yuchen felt uncomfortable for some reason, he narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Why don't we have a baby..."

Suddenly, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

Qiao Yiran stared blankly at the man in front of her. She wondered why Feng Yuchen said that to her because she had misheard just now.

Child, this is something she can't even think about, she doesn't deserve to have a child.

"Feng Yuchen, jokes are enough, I hope this is the last time, and there will be no next time!"

Qiao Yiran's tone immediately became cold, which surprised Feng Yuchen a little.

He thought that Qiao Yiran would agree to his idea, and even if he disagreed, he would hesitate for a while, but he didn't expect her to refuse so simply.

It caught him off guard...

"Hehe, yeah, it's just a joke, why take it seriously, besides, how often do I make jokes, if you get angry every time, wouldn't you have become Mrs Huang a long time ago."

　No one saw it, but a trace of disappointment flashed in Feng Yuchen's lowered eyes.

Aunt Li came over with breakfast, with a respectful attitude: "Fourth Madam, your breakfast is ready, please take it slowly."

Her call broke the embarrassment between Qiao Yiran and Feng Yuchen.

She nodded slightly: "Thank you, Aunt Li, have you eaten? You have been busy all morning, let's sit down and eat together."

Aunt Li looked hesitantly at Feng Yuchen, who was expressionless: "I've already eaten, so I'll go to work first, and Fourth Wife just call me if she needs anything."

After Aunt Li left, Qiao Yiran couldn't help saying: "Look at you, you have a black face all day long, which scared Aunt Li away."

Feng Yuchen raised his eyebrows: "I've lived here for more than [-] years, and my temper is like this. If you don't like it, just don't read it. No one is forcing you."

Qiao Yiran finished her breakfast as quickly as possible, and drank the milk in the glass with one last breath, she wiped the corner of her mouth.

"I'm fine, take your time." Then he stood up from the chair.

At this time, Feng Yuchen also put down his knife and fork: "I'm fine too, I'll take you to the company."

As soon as Qiao Yiran took her foot, she took it back instantly, and stared at Feng Yuchen in surprise: "Are you okay today, it's very abnormal, not at all like the usual you."

In the past, how could he be so active, they all lived by themselves, and even went to the company separately.

Feng Yuchen stood up very calmly, and then unhurriedly adjusted the collar of his white shirt.

"My suit is upstairs, take it off for me when you go downstairs."

Qiao Yiran took a deep look at him: "Okay, just wait."

Really, today's Feng Yuchen is too strange...

After Qiao Yiran left, Feng Yuchen's eyes were deep.

Yesterday, his subordinates found out that Qiao Yiran was secretly investigating Lin Tianhong, what the hell was she going to do.

Upstairs, Qiao Yiran was dazzled by looking at the countless suits in the closet. She began to regret why she didn't ask Feng Yuchen which suit he wanted just now.

Why don't you go down and ask?

In the end, Qiao Yiran shook his head, glanced around among the many suits, and thought that he might as well just take one and leave it alone, since Xizhuan looks about the same anyway.

"Well, just this one."

Qiao Yiran picked out one from the middle, changed his own clothes, and went downstairs with the suit in his arms.

Feng Yuchen glanced at the time, Qiao Yiran had been up for 15 minutes and hadn't come down yet.

When he was about to go up to check, he looked up and saw Qiao Yiran.

Today, she wears a light-colored windbreaker jacket on her upper body, simple blue jeans on her lower body, and her long black hair is casually draped, making her look very young and full of vitality.

Feng Yuchen watched her come down the stairs quietly, and suddenly felt that he was much younger.

Over the years, he has lived a very depressed life. It seems that since he met Qiao Yiran, his boring life has finally become a little more fun.

The Feng family is still the previous Feng family, but it seems that something is different.

Qiao Yiran stuffed the suit directly into Feng Yuchen's arms: "Hurry up and go, I'll be late for work later."

"If you're going to be late, you've been moaning upstairs for so long."

When Qiao Yiran heard this, he went back without even thinking: "Didn't I bring you a suit? You have the nerve to say that you have so many suits. If you don't know, you might think you run a clothing store!"

Feng Yuchen put on his coat, picked up the tie from the chair by the way, and handed it to Qiao Yiran naturally.

"Please do me a favor."

His voice is soft and pleasant.

Qiao Yiran turned his head, glanced at the tie in his hand, and raised his head wonderingly: "Why did you give me the tie, wouldn't you ask me to tie it for you?"

The corners of Feng Yuchen's mouth slowly raised into a beautiful arc, and the harshness suddenly softened a bit.

Joey was stunned for a moment: "I won't, you've found the wrong person."

She turned her head to one side, and suddenly felt her cheeks burning hot.

Seriously, how could a good-looking man blush? It's terrible. Feng Yuchen, this stinking man must be a monster. Why is he smiling so nicely?
Feng Yuchen frowned slightly, took Qiao Yiran's hand domineeringly, and put the tie in her hand.

"Hurry up, you'll be really late later."

The pendulum on the wall was moving slowly. Qiao Yiran glanced at it. It was only half an hour before the work time. If there was any further delay, it would be a matter of time before she arrived.