Sheng Chong's lovely wife: The professor's husband is the president

Chapter 1235 Forced to leave the palace! (9)

"I haven't figured it out yet...but it might be soon." When Zhao Jiale said it, he was very depressed and his voice was hoarse.

Lan Feifei nodded, "Oh, no matter what, thank you for allowing me to be by my child's side."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Jiale stared at Lan Feifei for a moment, only he knew how sad he was: "And you... I won't be able to go back to Zhao's house after I get married, you...you take care of yourself and come to me if you want to eat chicken wings , and...don't rush to find a man, in fact...there aren't many good things, so protect yourself."

Lan Feifei smiled with her head down, big and big tears fell on the ground, she raised her head and said to Zhao Jiale, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

The two stared awkwardly for a moment, Zhao Jiale looked back at the chicken wings, "The phone fell inside, I'll make a new copy."

Lan Feifei shook her head: "Actually, I don't need it, I'm already full."

"Are you kidding me, your saliva was about to flow out just now, I'll make you another one." Zhao Jiale turned around on his own, ready to continue making chicken wings.

Lan Feifei took two steps, and said to his busy back: "Actually, I don't need it, I'm not hungry." No matter how delicious the cooking is, the taste is not the same as before.

Who knows, Zhao Jiale didn't pay attention to Lan Feifei's words at all: "I'm fine today, and I'm free if I'm idle. Just wait for me and I'll be fine soon."

"You really don't need to do this, I should go back to the company." Lan Feifei said.

"Then...then I'm done, and I'll send it to you." Zhao Jiale still insisted on finishing the chicken wings for her.

Lan Feifei didn't speak, and went back to the living room.

Sensing the footsteps of her leaving, Zhao Jiale was numb in place for a while, then took out the phone and processed it briefly. After a while, the chicken wings that were more fragrant than before came out of the pot, but the two of them looked at the chicken wings on the plate and lost their appetite. None, Lan Feifei said to Zhao Jiale: "An Xiaofei is pregnant, you can take her there."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jiale held Lan Feifei's hand: "I remember when you were pregnant, I didn't seem to have said a single word of concern to you."

Lan Feifei touched Zhao Jiale's eyes, pulled out her hand in time, and squeezed out a bitter smile: "It's just a word, I don't care."

"Not even a good face." Zhao Jiale held her hand again, quite guilty.

"I almost... forgot." After speaking, Lan Feifei pulled out her hand again with difficulty.

"You eat it, why don't you eat it?" After finishing speaking, Zhao Jiale considerately added a piece of chicken wing to her, as if the pregnant person was not An Xiaofei, but Lan Feifei.

"You don't have to do this, you should take care of An Xiaofei." Lan Feifei laughed dryly.

"My dad was right, but I didn't do the right thing at the right time." Zhao Jiale laughed at himself.

"Uncle said angry words." Lan Feifei said.

Suddenly, Zhao Jiale looked up at Lan Feifei and asked, "Are you blaming me?"

Lan Feifei was stunned for a while, then asked him, "What's your fault?"

"I failed to give you and the children a home." Zhao Jiale stared at her and said.

"Aren't you going to have a home soon?" Lan Feifei lowered her head and said.

Zhao Jiale heard this, walked around the table and walked in front of Lan Feifei, buried her head in his chest, and cuddled her tightly for a long time: "From now on, if you want to eat chicken wings, you can find me, understand? Because I cook better than them." It's delicious, if you want to eat it, I can make it for you anytime."

Lan Feifei buried her head in his chest and nodded: "Yes."

(End of this chapter)