Counterattack Guide of the Female Cannon Fodder

"Yeah, I like it. I also want vanilla," Su Li thought for a while and added, "It's better to have peach-flavored soda."

Han Che lightly scratched her nose, "I didn't find that you were still a foodie before."

"Then I'm too tired, I blame you!" Su Li snorted lightly, looking at him eagerly, with a little aggrieved appearance, "I'm hungry, I want to eat breakfast. You are not allowed to eat, rub my waist."

As he said, he pulled up his restless hand and put it on his waist, "Don't touch other places."

Han Che looked innocent, "Where are the other places?"

"Beyond the waist!" Su Li squinted her eyes, with a little tsundere in her tone, "Hurry up."

"Okay," Han Che resignedly rubbed her waist, then watched Su Li start to eat breakfast. "Eat slowly, don't choke."

Just after taking a few bites, Su Li looked at Han Che next to him, pouting and feeding him porridge, "You, you can eat too. Don't be hungry."

Han Che smiled, "Then I will rub your waist, and you will feed me porridge."

"Okay," Su Li agreed after thinking about it. You drank the porridge one bite at a time, and then sent Han Che out.

After the breakfast time, Su Li asked the servant to tidy up the house, and focused on decorating it in a warm and happy style.

She is also to welcome the hostess who is about to return. She doesn't know when Han Yang and Le You will be here. She has to prepare, right?

In the afternoon, Su Li received a call as soon as she finished her lunch alone.

It's still the number that sent the text message.

Su Li deliberately waited a few times before picking it up.

"Hello?" Su Li picked up, but after a long time there was no sound from the other side. She frowned, and pretended to say impatiently: "Who do you call? I'll hang up if I don't speak."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a slightly hoarse voice on the other side: "Niannian, it's me."

Su Li raised her eyebrows, oh, she finally spoke.

She pretended to be stunned for a while, and then hesitated and said: "May I ask you who?"

"I'm Han Yang, I sent you a text message. Nian Nian, don't you believe it?" said the opposite.

"Are you kidding?" Su Li looked disbelief. "Sir, Han Yang has been dead for almost a year. Don't be such a prank."

"No! Nian-nian, don't you even recognize my voice?" asked eagerly over there.

Su Li twitched the corners of her mouth, and said to her heart that you have been away for three years and haven't seen you for so long. Is it weird not to recognize the voice?

Of course, she complained in her heart, she wouldn't really say that.

"Don't lie, Han Yang is dead." Su Li's voice was calm and restrained. "Not only is Han Yang dead, but his parents are also dead."

"Nian Nian...I'm sorry," the voice over there began to be a little tired and choked, "I also only knew that my parents had passed away. I am not filial. I asked them to send white hair to black hair people. To their last side. But...I really couldn't help it before. Nian Nian, don't you believe it?"

"I believe it or not, does it matter?" Su Li's tone was cold and indifferent, like a heartbroken person.

Presumably, Han Yang, who was opposite, was also very helpless. After all, he was not that kind of careful person, and he didn't know how to comfort this wife who had been separated for three years after receiving the certificate. "Let's talk about it when we meet. I'll go home soon."

After Su Li was silent for a long time, she said, "Okay."

After all, she hung up the phone directly and neatly.