Mrs. Fu, please grasp the scale

If his child can be born, it will be almost two years old.

It could be a handsome guy, or it could be a beautiful girl.

but……

There is no more possibility.

Fu Jingting sneered, looked up at the lights in the villa, he knew who would be inside.

There are only two sets of keys for Jingshan No. [-], both of which are with him, and he can only enter with his fingerprints.

Only his and her fingerprints were entered here.

When Fu Jingting pushed open the door, he suddenly heard a woman's scream, accompanied by something bouncing on the ground.

Xu Qingcheng was wearing rubber gloves with both hands, staring at a struggling Qingjiang Yuhui on the ground whose intestines were turning green.

Why do you listen to what the hawker says, the fish is the freshest when you go home and kill yourself.

She has been fighting this Qingjiang fish for several minutes now, first from the vegetable sink in the kitchen, it trembled, and her hands were slippery Xu Qingcheng was a little scared, her hands shook, and she came out of the vegetable sink She jumped out, and the mercury splashed all over her body and face.

She dared to catch it and the fish was struggling on the kitchen floor as she caught it and slid out of her hands.

Then at this moment, he jumped directly from the kitchen door to the outside.

Xu Qingcheng broke out in sweat.

She went to the market to buy ingredients, and she didn't pay special attention to what he liked to eat when they were together. She only knew that he didn't like Western food, but Chinese food.

Song Chang downloaded a cooking app for her last time, in which many people share recipes with very detailed steps.

Xu Qingcheng didn't put too much effort in school. Anyway, she didn't want to be the best, so she was in the top ten. She studied easily and passed the exams with ease.

So she thinks that her learning ability is not bad, it's just that she didn't bother about it before, so it's okay to study hard.

Xu Qingcheng felt that she was fine, so she went to buy a bunch of ingredients, and the refrigerator was full of them.

She didn't contact him in advance, so she didn't know if Fu Jingting would come back.

She also didn't want to contact him, and she didn't want to make herself look more pitiful, like a little daughter-in-law, waiting anxiously for his return to come.

If he comes back, let's taste her cooking together.

If he doesn't come back, she will eat by herself, which is just like temporarily using his kitchen.

Even if she is alone, she still wants to cook delicious food with all colors and flavors to warm her stomach.

But the ideal is beautiful, and the reality is skinny.

Xu Qingcheng was about to cry because of this tormented fish who was dying and still struggling.

She was afraid that something slippery would be bouncing in her hand, it would feel very intrusive, she closed her eyes, and ruthlessly went to catch the fish with both hands.

"what are you doing?"

The sudden sound startled Xu Qingcheng, especially since the sound was right next to him, and the fish he had just caught slipped away again.

"Catch fish." She replied discouragedly.

Fu Jingting's eyes fell on her. The shirt and skirt were still the same as when she saw her in the morning, but now there was an apron, her hair was tied up in a low ponytail casually, she was wearing plastic gloves on her hands, and she was stepping on her feet. Wearing slippers, the temperament of the whole person changes 180 degrees.

But she really can't be called good-looking now, and she is a little embarrassed, her hair hangs on the side of her face and almost enters the corner of her mouth.

"It's just in time for you to come back, help me catch this fish." Xu Qingcheng didn't care if he still had a suit and leather shoes, and took off the plastic gloves in his hand and handed them to him.

Fu Jingting looked through the top of her head at the messy kitchen and the smoky steam, his forehead jumped almost invisible, and asked her, "What did you put in the frying pan?"

Xu Qingcheng looked up at him for a second, then suddenly rushed into the kitchen, broken, broken, the hot oil she boiled...

I reached out to grab the handle of the frying pan, but just as my hand was about to touch it, someone grabbed my wrist and tore it away.

Fu Jingting quickly turned off the fire and increased the air volume of the range hood. He stared at her and asked, "Want to burn the kitchen here?"

"..." She still wanted to burn the house down.

"I want to make tofu skin, and the recipe says to cook the oil and pour it on." But I didn't expect to be disturbed by that nasty fish, and I didn't have enough brains for a while, so I forgot.

Xu Qingcheng wrestled his wrist out of his hand, "Where's the fish?"

Just now, Fu Jingting didn't care about catching fish after following him. He turned and went out, grabbed the fish on the ground without any effort, walked back, and threw it directly into the pool.

Turn on the tap and wash your hands.

Xu Qingcheng's eyes fell on the man, his shirt was stretched tightly by his bending, and the muscles of his whole body were smooth and sexy. It's hard to imagine what he looked like when he was the weakest in the past two years.

It was a past that she couldn't see, but it was experienced because of her.

When he got up, Xu Qingcheng turned around in a hurry. She took a wet towel and put it on the handle of the frying pan to pour out the cooked oil, shred the tofu skin, and sprinkle shredded green onion and chili on top.

The frying pan in his kitchen is a pure iron pan, which is a bit heavy, and it is more difficult for her to overturn it.

The hot oil was poured into the plate, and there was a sizzling sound. She fixed her eyes on it, watching the tofu skin curl up when the hot oil was poured on it. The skin was covered with a layer of oil, and the color was bright.

She actually had a sense of accomplishment, she thought it was really good, took a bite with chopsticks, and then smiled, "Do you want to try it?"

She held a chopstick and handed it to his mouth. The man didn't move, he just looked at her.

Xu Qingcheng laughed, and took the chopsticks back.

"Have you eaten?" She asked, her eyelashes trembling slightly, but she still asked him, "I bought a lot, do you have anything you particularly like?"

"You came here to cook for me?" Fu Jingting stared at her with a smile on his lips.

She put down the chopsticks and bit her teeth lightly, "I haven't eaten yet."

As a negation of his rhetoric, she was just cooking for herself and had nothing to do with him.

The man's eyes were filled with a smile, and he didn't show mercy, "Miss Xu thinks that I don't know how to settle accounts. Even if I hire a chef from a star hotel, I don't know how many times cheaper than you. With your level, what can I do?" It costs a lot of money, but I want you to cook for me. Your valuable place is not in the kitchen."

Xu Qingcheng stared at him, her temples ached.

What he meant was that he wanted her to sleep for him, and she was only worth the money on the bed.

Xu Qingcheng reached out and took off the apron on her body, flung it aside angrily, picked up the pot of tofu skin and poured it directly into the trash can, and took out the liner from the rice cooker.

The inner pot hadn't cooled down yet, and her hands were hot red, Xu Qingcheng didn't notice it, and poured out the porridge inside in front of him.

The dishes on the kitchen table were stuffed into the trash can, Fu Jingting's forehead was tense, and he grabbed her wrist, "Making your temper with me?"

"Why am I being angry with you? I bought these vegetables and I threw them away. Is there a problem?" Xu Qingcheng replied to him, but she shook her hand and did not take it out.

Fu Jingting stared at the burn on her palm, but couldn't tell what emotion it was.

Xu Qingcheng withdrew her hand forcefully, and went straight to the second floor.

The man looked at her back, his back molars were clenched, and the masseter muscles on the side of his face were particularly tight.

There is a kind of two-headed beast in my heart, turning to the left and turning to the right for a while, but a person seems to be split in half.

He stared at the messy kitchen, made a phone call, and asked someone to deliver food to Jingshan No. [-].

Xu Qingcheng took a shower, and immediately put on a thin silk nightdress with suspenders.

When he came down, he was standing by the kitchen sink, his sleeves rolled up, cleaning up the mess.

That figure from the back was very silent, silent and lonely.

Xu Qingcheng pursed his lips as he watched, feeling an inexplicable pain in his heart.

She walked over and hugged him from behind with both hands, "Fu Jingting, let's make up."