Hundreds of billions of presidents dote on his wife and become mad

Chapter 898

Haitong held the flower pot in her right hand, and when she turned to look at him, she raised the flower pot with her right hand, which meant she was using her right hand.

It was the left hand that was injured.

"It's tiring to work with one hand. I let Auntie Liang take good care of these flowers. Don't worry about them."

Zhan Yin still took the flower pot from her hand, did not let her water the flowers, and pulled her to the swing chair, pushed her to sit on the swing chair, "You like sitting here the most, just sit Swing here, and I'll come in and get you a coat."

"I'm not cold."

As if he didn't hear what she said, Zhan Yin brought her a coat and asked her to put it on. If she didn't want to wear it, she asked her to cover her legs, so that sitting on the swing chair would not hurt her. feel cold.

"I'm going to cook, call me if you need something, don't touch the water with your hand."

After Zhan Yin repeatedly told her, he returned to the kitchen to prepare the couple's dinner.

Hai Tong sat on the swing chair for a while, then got up and entered the room, and watched Zhan Yin prepare dinner quietly at the kitchen door.

Looking at him, she thought of every bit of the past, aside from the fact that he concealed his identity from her, in life, he took more and more care of her.

There was also sweetness between them.

After watching for a while, Haitong turned around and walked away, walked to the sofa and sat down, turned on the TV, but couldn't watch it.

From time to time, Zhan Yin would stick his head out to see what she was doing.

I'm very nervous.

I don't know what she wants to talk to him, and I don't know what decision she will make.

Zhan Yin laughed at himself in his heart, his calmness, his self-control, lost control after meeting Hai Tong.

more than an hour later.

The simple dinner prepared by Zhan Yin is ready.

Three dishes and one soup.

Whether it's vegetables or soup, Haitong likes to eat them all.

He filled Haitong with a bowl of soup, and then filled her with rice and vegetables before handing her the chopsticks.

Hai Tong looked at him and said, "Zhan Yin, don't be too nice to me."

"Fool, you are my wife, if I don't treat you well, I will treat someone well."

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

"It's okay. Whether it's hope or disappointment, I can accept it. As long as you don't ask me for a divorce or leave me, I can accept it. I can afford to wait as long as you want to live with my sister."

"Tongtong, as long as you remember that my husband is waiting for you at home, I will be satisfied."

Haitong picked up a chopstick of food for him, "Eat first."

Zhan Yin was flattered, "Honey, I'll do it myself. Your hand is injured, so I should take care of you."

"I hurt my left hand, so it doesn't affect my right hand. Let's eat. I've been busy for so long when I come back, so I need to eat more."

As she spoke, she ordered another dish for him.

Zhan Yin is nervous.

The nicer she was to him, the more nervous and frightened he was, not knowing what big pit was waiting to bury him.

After the meal, it was naturally Zhan Yin who cleaned up the dishes.

He deliberately dawdled, and it took another hour before he sat down opposite Hai Tong.

Like a primary school student in class, with a serious expression, he asked Haitong: "Tongtong, I'm mentally prepared, you can pronounce the sentence."

Hai Tong: "...I just want to communicate with you, and when you say it like this, it seems like you are about to go to the guillotine."

He looked at her deeply, and said deeply: "For me, this moment is like going to the guillotine."