Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

Shen Wanci looked at him distrustfully and warned: "If you lie to me again, this engagement ring will be changed into a breakup ring."

Bo Jingzhou had lost her underwear now, so there was no point in hiding it any longer. He raised his hand and rubbed the top of her hair: "I'm not going to lie to you this time, but you may not be able to understand those inspection reports."

"You don't need to worry. No excuses. Hurry up and get the report."

When he came down with the report, Shen Wanci was cooking in the kitchen. She was wearing a plain apron, her hair was fixed behind her head with a clip, and there were fragments of hair scattered on her temples. The warm yellow light shone on her body, making her thin The thin earlobes were slightly warmed by the light, and even the shallow layer of fine fuzz on them could be clearly seen.

This scene is warm and nostalgic. The huge Yuting Courtyard has always been deserted, but now it suddenly feels like home.

Bo Jingzhou stopped and did not move forward, fearing that his appearance would break the warm scene.

Wanwan hasn't cooked for a long time. It's been so long that he has forgotten the scenes where she washed his hands and made soup for him. Watching her busy in the kitchen, some scenes resurfaced from the depths of his memory, which was a bit... Blurred, as if separated by a layer of fog.

Shen Wanci turned around to open the refrigerator and saw Bo Jingzhou standing stupidly not far away, looking at him: "What are you standing there for? Come and help."

This gap is like falling from a beautiful idol drama to a life of chaos in an instant, and the people under the warm light have also changed from warm to vivid.

Bo Jingzhou curled his lips and walked over happily: "Okay."

He handed the checklist to Shen Wanci, took the kitchen knife from her hand, and cut the vegetables skillfully.

Shen Wanci lowered his head to read the inspection report. He first looked at the time to make sure that he was not accompanying him, and then he continued to read down, but he only read a few pages before putting it down.

can't read.

It's all a bunch of data. Although there is a standard range, she doesn't know what it means if it exceeds the range, whether it's serious or not.

Leave the professional matters to the professionals. She'd better ask a doctor tomorrow.

Shen Wanci put down the report sheet, and amid the monotonous sound of chopping vegetables, Bo Jingzhou suddenly said, "I've eaten it."

"what?"

"I've eaten the food you cooked." Afraid that she wouldn't believe it, Bo Jingzhou stopped and turned to look at her, "I came back late that time and you were already asleep, and there happened to be leftovers of your dinner on the table. I ate what was served.”

Shen Wanci: "..."

After she reconciled with Bo Jingzhou, this was the first time she cooked, so he was talking about what happened during the three years of their marriage. But the matter was too small and took too long. In addition, she had not seen it with her own eyes, so she had long forgotten it. When did this happen?

Bo Jingzhou's eyes were so serious when he explained to her that she felt embarrassed to say that she had forgotten, so she nodded and said, "Does it taste good?"

Looking at the confused look on her face, he knew that she didn't know about this. Bo Jingzhou wanted to tell her the specific time. Even if she couldn't remember it, she could remember it from now on, but he couldn't remember it even after trying hard to remember it. What day is it.

It was just an ordinary day, working overtime and coming home late, there was nothing memorable about it.

Bo Jingzhou turned around to cut the vegetables in despair. Shen Wanci leaned forward and leaned his head, "I want to ask you, is it delicious?"

Everyone likes to be praised, but her cooking tastes average. She is very self-aware of this. Bo Jingzhou is probably the only one who would praise her for her cooking skills.

The man pursed his lips and gave a more pertinent comment: "It doesn't taste bad."

A long time had passed and he no longer remembered the taste of the dish. The only thing he remembered was that it didn't feel amazing when he tasted it.

Shen Wanci: "..."

Don't you say beauty is in the eye of the beholder? He answered like a gourmet judge, and the woman curled her lips in dissatisfaction, "It's really disappointing."

Bo Jingzhou could hear the annoyance in her words. He was silent for a few seconds and then changed his words: "It's delicious."

Shen Wanci was just pretending to be angry, but when he changed his words, she was really annoyed. She straightened up and said, "You can do it yourself."

"Wanwan," the man quickly pulled her into his arms, turned around and leaned against the edge of the kitchen table, then held her hips and lifted her up to sit down.

In this way, he was naturally placed between her spread legs.

The man lowered his head and touched her forehead: "The taste is average, not amazing, but it is the most delicious dish I have ever eaten."

Seeing his serious explanation, Shen Wanci felt that he was forcing Liang Liang into prostitution, and pushed him uncomfortably: "Okay, I forgive you, let me go first."

There are still dishes on the cooking table.

"Ah."

Although Bo Jingzhou agreed, he still hugged her with no intention of letting go. He kissed her lips, let go, and kissed her again. Repeatedly, when Shen Wanci asked him to go away, He suddenly opened his lips and kissed her deeply.

This time, he did not let go of Shen Wanci. Instead, he held her waist with one hand, put the other hand through her hair, clasped the back of her head, and kissed her deeply and heavily.

The rustling sounds of kisses and the friction of clothing filled the kitchen. The surroundings were so quiet that every slight movement was extremely obvious, as if it was ringing in the ears.

Shen Wanci tried to avoid it, but Bo Jingzhou refused to let him go. After an unknown amount of time, she finally squeezed out a voice from her throat: "Bo Jingzhou, you are still injured..."

"Well," it was this voice again, but the movements of his hands did not stop at all. His warm palms penetrated from the hem of her clothes, rubbing the soft flesh on her waist, and pressed her into his arms: "I'll be gentle, it won't hurt."

I don’t know who said this.

Shen Wanci: "I'm hungry."

Her stomach growled, as if confirming what she said.

Bo Jingzhou: "I'm ordering takeout, the time is just right."

"..."

Shen Wanci was so aroused by him that she was speechless. She curled up her toes, put her legs on his waist, and wrapped her hands around his neck, clinging to him tightly.

When I opened my eyes again, through the dim streetlight outside the window, I saw the familiar furnishings of the master bedroom. She was so tired that she fell asleep and completely forgot how she got from the first floor to the second floor.

Shen Wanci looked at the time. It was three o'clock in the morning. Her stomach began to growl again. Thinking of what Bo Jingzhou had said in the kitchen before, she couldn't help but want to explode.

That's right, liar, she's going to starve to death.

Beside him, Bo Jingzhou was sleeping soundly. Under the dim light, his handsome face with sharp edges was too beautiful to look away from.

Although Shen Wanci was angry, she also knew that he was not sleeping well, so she just glared at him fiercely and did nothing else.

She got out of bed quietly and planned to go downstairs to cook a bowl of noodles.