Secret love turns into love, women never want to escape

Chapter 1557

For the first time, he didn't reject a woman's kiss.

And, she is really happy.

Because of this joy, her facial features were softened, and even her eyebrows and eyes were comfortable to see.

"Why did you like me before?" Fu Lijun asked.

"Huh?" Fu Shimi recovered from his joy and let go of his hand, "Maybe it was the object of fantasy in girlhood."

"Why not Ji Chenling?" Fu Lijun asked again.

Why not Ji Chenling?

She doesn't know either.

I just remember that from the moment Fu Lijun appeared, she seemed to be hit in the heart. Every day, he fantasized about him. Even if he glanced at her, she could outline a romance novel in her mind, and she was sweet with excitement. into a dream.

"Maybe it's because I don't like Ji Chenling."

Fu Lijun: "..."

This answer is very in line with poetry.

"I'm going to cook first. If you're free in the afternoon, I'd like to give you acupuncture on your legs. If you're not free in the afternoon, let's do it in the evening." Fu Shimi said.

"I'm going back to the company for a meeting this afternoon, and I have some important things to discuss." Fu Lijun said solemnly.

I don't know if it's because his left hand is better or because he's in a good mood, but his eyes softened a lot.

Fu Shimi went into the kitchen to cook.

"Xiaomi." Aunt Zhang stood beside her with a smile.

"I make mushroom soup and fat beef in sour soup at noon. Mushroom soup is what I am best at, and it is also Fu Qian's favorite." Fu Shimi introduced.

"I'll stand by and learn later. I have something to do." Aunt Zhang hesitated to speak.

"You say."

"I found one thing. Every time Mr. Fu and you quarrel, don't eat breakfast, lunch, or dinner. The next time you quarrel, don't quarrel during meals. After all, his body needs nutrition now. Yes, those medicines should be taken after you are full so as not to hurt your stomach." Aunt Zhang said kindly.

"it is good."

At noon, Aunt Zhang called them out for dinner.

Fu Qian bounced down from the stairs, holding a picture in his hand, "Mom, look, I drew little people."

Fu Shimi subconsciously took the picture and looked at it.

Uh……

This person is really... ugly, but you can see two adults and a child.

Most people will put the child in the middle, next to two adults.

But Fu Qian, put the two grown-ups aside.

Fu Shimi asked curiously: "Why isn't you the one in the middle?"

Fu Qian grinned, silly and honest, "If it's me in the middle, then Mom won't be able to hold Dad's hand."

"As you said, if you paint like this, I can draw it." Fu Shimi said with a smile.

Fu Lijun came out of the study and looked at Fu Shimi.

Fu Shimi and him looked at each other, and his heart skipped a beat. Before he could react, the painting in his hand was snatched away by Fu Qian.

"Dad, Dad." Fu Qian called out sweetly, "Look, I drew the picture."

Fu Lijun saw the painting that I paid for. The head of this person is an irregular shape. Are the parents painted?

I can't bear to look directly at it.

"Did I draw well?" Fu Qian asked happily.

Fu Lijun: "..."

"It's like Van Gogh." Fu Lijun said ambiguously.

Fu Shimi took a look at Fu Lijun, she immediately understood what he meant.

"Mom, what does Van Gogh mean?" Fu Qian didn't understand, she raised her head and asked Fu Shimi.

"He is the name of a person,... the name of a very famous painter." Fu Shimi explained.

"Oh, oh, oh, my portrait artist painted it, oh, oh, oh." Fu Qian jumped up and down in the room, very happy.

"Okay, go wash your hands and eat. Today I have your favorite mushroom soup." Fu Shimi said.

"Wow, mushroom soup, mushroom soup." Fu Qianhua didn't even want it, and ran towards the kitchen.

Fu Shimi was about to follow her to the kitchen when Fu Lijun held her hand.

Fu Shimi looked back at him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

Fu Qian looked back at his parents and grinned happily.

Dad held Mom's hand. Could it be that he has magic, and his wish came true.

"I have time at noon, let's do acupuncture at noon, and I will go to the company at about two o'clock." Fu Lijun said.

Fu Shimi gave an ok gesture.

Fu Lijun let go of his hand.

When Fu Shimi returned to the kitchen, Fu Qian was already holding his small bowl with his head up, smiling and waiting.

Fu Shimi scooped up half a bowl of mushroom soup for him.

He happily went to the living room, sat on his small bench, and scooped spoonfuls into his mouth.

After a while, he saw that the dishes and noodles were brought to the table.

His dad was also sitting at the table preparing to eat.

With a lift of his buttocks, he left the small bench and wanted to go to the table.

But he couldn't reach it, so he put the bowl on the ground, and tried his best to lie on his stomach, finally climbed to the position next to Fu Lijun, and found that his bowl was still on the ground, so he got down again and crawled with the bowl, but he couldn't get up no matter what. up.

"Daddy, Daddy," he called pitifully.

Fu Lijun looked at Fu Qian.

"Help me hold the bowl." Fu Qian said, handing the bowl to Fu Lijun.

Fu Lijun took his bowl and put it beside him, watching Fu Qian struggling to crawl.

Feeling pity in his heart, he easily ran Fu Qian to the side.

He found that the talisman money was so light, so light, it didn't weigh at all, and it still smelled like milk.

"Thank you dad." Fu Qian said crisply.

He sat down and found that he couldn't see the table at all, and only a little bit of his hair could be exposed.

He grabbed the tablecloth again and stood up so he could see the food on the table.

"Father, am I tall?" Fu Qian said with a smile.

Fu Lijun: "..."

He really couldn't say your high words, so he changed the subject, "Do you want more?"

"Yes." Fu Qian said crisply.

"Fu Qian, do you like Dad or Mom?" Aunt Zhang teased the child.

Fu Qian glanced at Fu Shimi, then at Fu Lijun, "Hee hee. I like them all."

"Is this the legendary mushroom soup?" Zuo Si said.

"Taste." Fu Shimi filled a bowl for Zuo Si.

Zuo Si took a sip, "Well, it's delicious, how do you make it?"

"The process is very complicated. I watched it from the side. I don't know how to do it once. Zuo Si, you can just eat it. Do you want to do it after you learn it?" Aunt Zhang complained.

Fu Shimi served Fu Lijun a bowl.

The strong fragrance is very appetizing.

He had nothing to eat for breakfast and is hungry now.

Fu Shimi saw that she liked to eat and was in a good mood.

"Mom." Fu Qian handed the bowl to Fu Shimi, "I still want soup."

While Fu Shimi was scooping up soup for Fu Qian, Fu Lijun's cell phone rang.

"It's not good, brother, something happened here, Zhou Qianyu asked me to call you and ask you what to do next?" Fu Yue said anxiously.