The world's most sassy sweet wife

Even when he was asleep, his subconscious mind was still vigilant.

How can I rest like this?

Must be very tired, right?

Ugh……

When will their relationship really ease?
He's not good at dealing with people, but he's trying to learn.

The road seemed very long, and she was clearly in front of him, but he couldn't touch her.

His sigh was very faint, but it was still noticed by the sleeping person.

Before Yu Ziqing opened her eyes, she smelled him.

Seeing a dejected person sitting on the ground, he was confused for a moment.

After thinking about it, he seemed to guess why he was sitting on the ground.

I don't know how long I slept, or how long he sat on the ground.

It's late autumn now, and the nights are cold.

He Xuanchen looked up at her, the sadness and fragility in his eyes quickly disappeared.

His eyes were tender and tender, and his voice was low and gentle: "Is it cold in sleep?"

Yu Ziqing sat up, and the blanket on her body slid down to her lap with her movements.

She looked at the blanket, pursed her lips, and looked at the man again.

Seeing that she was silent, He Xuanchen thought she didn't want to talk to him.

He got up and said, "I'm going to rest, and you should go back to your room early."

Yu Ziqing looked at his back as he took a few steps, and called his name:
"He Xuanchen."

He Xuanchen stopped in his tracks, and looked back at her, with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

He suppressed the impulse in his heart, not wanting to offend her again.

"What's wrong?" He looked calm, but his heart was already on fire.

I really want to, I really want to rush over and hold her in my arms.

In the past few days, Yu Ziqing was going to go out to film a movie, but in order not to annoy her, he deliberately avoided meeting them and chose to leave early and return late.

In a sense, they returned to the way they got along in Yulinshan Villa a few years ago.

He doesn't want to do this at all, and he suffers every day if he can't see each other.

Yu Ziqing glanced at the time, it was almost eleven o'clock.

"Have you had dinner?" she asked.

Based on her understanding of this person, this person seldom eats outside, even if he doesn't eat much of the meals he cooks himself.

Unless, it was to eat with her, and I barely ate a few mouthfuls.

It is estimated that he hasn't eaten well these days.

He Xuanchen realized something, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he immediately replied:

"I didn't eat."

Yu Ziqing sighed, she knew this would happen.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?" she asked.

He Xuanchen's mouth was faster than his brain, and he said, "I'm very hungry, I want to eat."

Yu Ziqing was amused by him, folded the blanket on her lap and put it on the sofa, got up and said:
"You still know you're hungry."

No matter how precious the stomach is, he can't help it from being spoiled like this.

Is it cool to find something to eat when you are hungry, but to torture yourself?
He Xuanchen, like a poor little unclaimed one, silently followed the person who finally took care of him into the kitchen.

I didn't want to make her tired, but I wanted to spend more time with her.

Yu Ziqing opened the refrigerator to look for ingredients, and remembered that one time she made noodles by herself, and this man came to settle accounts with her, and she made the noodles all mushy.

When she was redoing it, she accidentally cut her hand, and later that meal was done by this man.

That day was his birthday.

Yu Ziqing looked at him and said, "Let me make you a bowl of noodles. It comes out quickly and is easy to digest."

Without even thinking about it, He Xuanchen replied, "Okay!"

As long as I can stay with her, it's fine.

Yu Ziqing works seriously and has the identity of an illustrator. Even if she cooks noodles casually, she can still make them look beautiful.

This has formed an instinct and does not need to be deliberately pursued.

Material selection and color matching will show a kind of spiritual beauty under her hands.

He Xuanchen's culinary skills are exquisite, and the things he makes can be called handicrafts.

Since it is a handicraft, it is full of color, fragrance, exquisiteness, and taste, but it is always a handicraft.

Yu Ziqing's cooking skills are better than his, because the food she cooks has a little more warm taste.

The aroma was so compelling that it instantly made He Xuanchen's stomach growl.

He looked at Yu Ziqing and the noodles picked up by her chopsticks, and unconsciously licked his lips.

"It's delicious."

Yu Ziqing turned her head to look at him and smiled.

You can do everything, even if you don't want to do it yourself, there are many options to fill your stomach, how can you starve yourself?
When you're not hungry, it's fine if you don't eat, but if you're hungry, you can bear it?

I know that he has a special constitution, that he won’t die if he doesn’t eat much, and that he has psychological problems and hates certain things, but what needs to be changed must be changed. People always have to look forward and be responsible for themselves.

She suddenly felt that the last sentence seemed to apply to herself?
Just as she was about to pick up the bowl of noodles, He Xuanchen rushed over and picked it up first.

"I come."

Yu Ziqing didn't fight him, yawned and said:

"Then you eat, I'm going to sleep."

When He Xuanchen saw that she was leaving, the light in his eyes became weaker.

He opened his mouth softly, with a hint of pleading in his tone: "Can you finish eating with me?"

Yu Ziqing rolled his eyes at him, this man really pushed his feet.

She was about to say a few words to hate him, but for some reason, the words got stuck in her throat, and she didn't speak out in a daze.

She walked to the dining table and sat down, took out her mobile phone, and was about to continue studying acting skills, and said:
"Eat."

He Xuanchen sat down opposite her, glanced at her from time to time, and ate the noodles very slowly.

After a few minutes, there was still more than half a bowl left.

Yu Ziqing lowered her eyes and watched some video interviews of old artists, as well as professional explanations.

Some actors look the same no matter what role they play.

Some actors play different roles, and you can't see traces of other roles on TA.

Whatever TA plays will make the audience feel that TA is that character.

That's acting, that's actor and character in one.

Yu Ziqing is sure that the direction she is pursuing is right, but how to achieve this goal is not easy.

She looked up and found that there was still more than half of the noodles, and she frowned slightly.

"Can't finish it? Still not delicious? Don't force yourself if you don't want to eat."

She has always been strict with herself, but she will not impose her own standards on others.

He Xuanchen just wanted to delay time, and said, "It's delicious. I can finish it."

Yu Ziqing snorted: "Then you eat a little faster."

After a while, the noodles became cold, and my stomach felt uncomfortable after eating, and in the middle of the night, it was time to rest.

He Xuanchen sped up a little, but thought that after eating, he would go back to each room without seeing each other. He didn't know when he would have a chance to get along next time, so his speed slowed down again.

Yu Ziqing didn't pay attention to him, so she didn't pay much attention.

Thinking of my bottleneck in acting, I asked casually: "You say that a person who doesn't have a girlish heart, how can he cultivate a girlish heart?"

He Xuanchen paused the hand holding the chopsticks, looked at her, with unswallowed noodles in his mouth.

He rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed the food, "Girl's heart? What is that?"

He thought to himself: I don't know what a girl's heart is, I only know that you are a girl who has no heart at all.