Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

She always felt that this dream-like day should not end so sloppily, but Yanzhou didn't give her any explanation.

The inside of the car was very quiet, Zou Zhiyi gradually calmed down, it was already very rare to get these.

One cannot be too greedy.

That's the end, it's actually good to leave a little regret.

After all, there are so many perfections in life, but this dream is enough for her to think about it for a long time.

She said so comfortingly.

But there was always a sense of loss in her heart, as if there was a little beast in her heart, bit by bit swallowing up her joys and magnifying her melancholy.

This bad mood affected her. When she got home, she didn't want to do anything, so she went upstairs to rest.

Yanzhou suddenly called her to stop, "Tired? Planning to go up to rest so early?"

Zou Zhiyi felt inexplicably depressed, even weak in speaking, "Well, I'm a little tired."

He took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his well-trained forearms, "Then go and sit on the sofa first, the meal will be ready in a while, and then go to bed after dinner."

Zou Zhiyi was taken aback when he heard this.

She really didn't expect Yanzhou to have such a plan.

Yan Sanye cooks in person.

This is a scene that I can't even imagine.

Zou Zhiyi really doubted what kind of virtue and ability she had to let such a noble Mr. Yan cook for her?
Reason told her not to agree.

Because if there is one, there will be two, and if there are two, there will be three, and she will have more extravagant hopes, and the accumulation of these extravagant hopes will be enough to destroy her.

She shouldn't have said yes.

But the little beast in her heart was ready to move, probably because Yan Zhou loved her too much this day, and she got carried away.

So she boldly agreed, "Oh, good."

He walked downstairs uncontrollably.

Zou Zhiyi did not sit on the sofa in the living room and wait, but stood not far away and looked at the unhurried figure in the kitchen.

I never knew that someone could look so chic in a kitchen with a strong smell of fireworks, not like cooking, but more like doing an art performance, and every move was terribly beautiful.

Putting a pair of cleanly trimmed hands on the emerald green vegetable leaves should actually be a very common scene, but it somehow makes people feel unable to take their eyes off it.

Zou Zhiyi looked at Yanzhou in a daze as if possessed by a demon.

He didn't avert his eyes until he finished the meal.

Yanzhou probably didn't know how to cook often in the past, his movements were actually a little rusty, and he didn't cook a big meal, just a simple bowl of longevity noodles, and even the soup base was cooked at home by the chef before , and what Yanzhou can do is to serve noodles, put green vegetables, chop green onions and so on.

But even so, Zou Zhiyi's eyes were reddened by the finished bowl of longevity noodles.

The noodles that had just come out of the pan were filled with steam, and the smoke blurred her face, successfully concealing his complicated expression.

Seriously, it's been a long time since she had a serious birthday.

For her, this day in previous years is actually no different from other ordinary days. If it is not for her friends to help her remember this birthday, she may not even remember it when it is her birthday. This day is actually hers. Birthday.

Except for Lin Qingjian and Qu Mengyu, no one would bother to celebrate her birthday.