After the flash marriage, it was discovered that her husband was the richest man

P Anxin put the flowers in the vase and sprinkled some water on them.

It was raining outside the window, and the apartment was clean and uninviting.

These roses are placed in the living room. Their bright and brilliant colors are inexplicably eye-catching, and their unprovoked vitality adds to a good mood.

Beautiful things always make people happy.

An Xin arranged the flowers, then turned around and made a cup of hot tea for Lu Yinghuai, and gave it to the man who was busy in the kitchen as soon as he arrived. "You can drink it after it cools down. Do you need my help?"

The man looked at her and was silent for a few seconds before suddenly saying, "Well, I need you to come over and kiss me."

Rest assured, "..."

Probably sensing that she was not happy, the man changed his tune lightly, "A little kiss is fine."

An Xin turned around and went out.

She discovered that this man had a habit of kicking his nose into his face.

An Xin returned to the living room, put down the book and continued reading.

But as I looked at it, I found that I couldn't quite see it. I frowned and persisted for a while, but still couldn't see it. I simply threw it aside, picked up the remote control and turned on the TV.

There were some sporadic sounds in the kitchen, and after an unknown amount of time, the aroma of food gradually wafted out.

When eating alone, the appetite becomes smaller. An Xin didn't eat much at noon. Now that he smelled this smell, he felt a little hungry without realizing it.

However, she sat on the sofa and did not move. She was worried that if she passed by, he would say "kiss me" with a straight face again.Just sitting like this, listening to the men busy inside, I felt a little embarrassed.

He helped her cook noodles in the morning, packed her luggage himself in the morning, helped her move and sent her here, and then went to work in the company.After get off work, I went to buy ingredients without stopping and came over to make dinner for her...

Although none of these were requested by her, and even if he didn't want her to do it himself, he could assign servants, drivers or chefs to do most of them, but arranging for others to do it and choosing to do it himself were completely different meanings.

Although, to onlookers, it seems that she is too lazy...

She watched the noisy variety show on TV and thought in a daze... If only he didn't have such a disgusting father, a good man who makes money and stays at home is hard to find!

Guessing that it was almost time, she got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Just as she walked to the door, the man heard her footsteps. Without even looking at her, he said calmly, "Bring out two bowls to put the rice in. The bowls haven't been used for a long time. Rinse them with hot water."

"okay."

She took two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks, washed them under the faucet of the floating platform, and then filled them with rice.

Just as I turned on the rice cooker, a man's deep and mellow voice sounded from behind me again, "Don't burn it."

Rest assured, "..."

She is not mentally handicapped.

It was impossible for Lu Yinghuai, who had been taciturn for nearly 20 years, to suddenly become more talkative. In the past few days, An Xin had basically been talking back when he spoke, and he almost never took the initiative to speak.

So the whole dinner was sumptuous, delicious and delicious, but too quiet.

Fortunately, the atmosphere is not very awkward, it is comfortable and comfortable, and the soup is steaming, giving off a peaceful taste of time.

After the meal, he said calmly and consciously, "You should go back first. If it's too late, if it rains harder and it becomes unsafe to drive, I can just clean up and wash myself later."

Lu Yinghuai only glanced at her and ignored her words.

Collect the dishes and chopsticks from the table to the kitchen, and then tidy everything up as if they had never been used.

An Xin originally thought that he was going to stay very late, or even... stay here for the night, using the excuse that it was raining and the roads were slippery and it was dangerous to drive.

But after drinking half a cup of tea and resting for a while, he got up and said, "I'll come back tomorrow."

An Xin was a little surprised, but she quickly reacted and nodded, "Oh, then be careful on the road."

Lu Yinghuai picked up the coat hanging on the hanger and put it on. When he was halfway through wearing it, he suddenly stopped. He looked sideways at the woman who followed him to the door, frowned and said, "You didn't send me a message today."

An Xin was stunned and didn't realize what he meant. "Ah? What's wrong?"

The man stared at her with deep eyes and reminded patiently, "You said it yourself in the morning and you would send me a message."

Only then did An Xin remember what he said in the morning -

[You can call me...I will also send you a message when I have time. If you are free, we can also have dinner together...]

She pursed her lips and said confidently, "But I've been at home all day, and I don't have anything to do with you."

The man frowned and said in an unhappy tone, "You said you can send me a message when you have time, but you stayed at home all day today and did nothing. You have a lot of time to send a message, but you don't have one. Send me."

Rest assured, "..."

He did call her at noon and asked her if she had lunch, what she was doing, etc. He chatted dryly for about 5 minutes and then hung up...

In her opinion, the amount of communication today has reached the standard. Why is he still worrying about this now?

An Xin pursed her lips and said perfunctorily, "Okay, then you go back first, and I'll send you a message when you're almost home."

Just texting him good night before going to bed is enough.

He really doesn’t have a clear positioning of himself. With his noble and cool style of sending messages as if they were precious words... if he doesn’t have something to talk about, but just chats for the sake of chatting...

She probably couldn't say more than three sentences before running out of things to say.

After all, who can be like the endless chatter terminator, unless someone can forgive him sixty times in one minute.

When Lu Yinghuai heard what he said, his expression finally softened. He hummed and said in a low voice, "Then I'll go back, but you remember to send it."

An Xin nodded, "Okay, bye."

The man then put on his clothes and turned to open the door.

But before his hand touched the doorknob, the tall and straight figure suddenly turned around, and strode back with long legs.

An Xin was stunned for a moment. Before he knew what else he wanted to do, his face was held by one hand, and the man's lips pressed down accurately.

A long kiss.

By the time he finally finished, An Xin was almost unsteady because his breath was being robbed. If his fingers weren't tightly clenching his clothes, he might have gone limp.

Lu Yinghuai touched her hair, looked at her blushing face, and whispered, "Goodbye, go to bed early."

Nodding at ease.

This time he walked out the door without looking back, but when he closed the door behind him, the woman suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

He put his hand on the doorknob, his eyes lit up a little, and he looked up at her, "What?"