After her substitute disappeared, the CEO went crazy

A few days later, Shen Weiqing's body has completely recovered, and all life has returned to the time when they just returned to China.

Ling Yuzheng goes to work in the company every day, while Shen Weiqing writes her favorite stories at home, plays with Xiao Hei, or takes care of the flowers and plants in the yard.

Knowing that something happened to her, she must not be too tired, so Du Tianxue didn't pester Shen Weiqing to accompany her to go shopping every day as usual, but occasionally she would come to the villa to let Shen Weiqing accompany her to choose something that she couldn't choose.

In this way, Shen Weiqing has more free time. She occasionally learns some different dishes on the Internet, and asks Zhang Ma to buy the ingredients back, and spends the afternoon thinking about it in the kitchen, waiting for Ling Yuzheng to come back to have dinner together at night .

Her original cooking skills were good, but they were limited to Chinese food, like dishes from other countries, so her performance was not so stable.

Sometimes it succeeds, sometimes it fails, but Ling Yuzheng always eats all the dishes she makes, no matter whether they are delicious or not.

Until one day when Shen Weiqing made a pot of sour Tom Yum Kung soup, after Ling Yuzheng frowned and drank the soup in the bowl, he finally couldn't help it, frowning his handsome face, and looked at her with innocent eyes : "Baby, really, it's a little ridiculously sour..."

Is it really that bad to drink?

Shen Weiqing's expectant eyes gradually turned to doubts, and before Ling Yuzheng could stop it, she picked up a small spoon and tasted the bowl in front of her.

"..."

A white and tender face was soured into blue in an instant, and his brows were more wrinkled than Ling Yuzheng. Seeing this, Ling Yuzheng quickly took a glass of water from the side, handed it to Shen Weiqing's mouth, and fed her a few swigs. Sourness is relieved.

Putting down the water glass, seeing Shen Weiqing's little disappointed expression, Ling Yuzheng couldn't help but embrace her slender waist, hug her into his lap, and pinch her face affectionately.

"I like sour ones too. As long as it's made by you, baby, I like any flavor."

"...Really?" Shen Weiqing knew that he was comforting herself, but she was not really uncomfortable, but she was habitually childish in front of Ling Yuzheng.

Because she knew that in this world, except for her mother, no one would love and spoil herself more than him.

"Exactly!"

Afraid that she would not believe it, Ling Yuzheng hugged her waist, made her face him, and answered sincerely.

Shen Weiqing curled her lips and rolled her eyes, trying to tease him: "Then...then you drink the rest of the pot and I will believe you, otherwise you are lying to me."

"······okay!"

Ling Yuzheng was taken aback for a moment, blinked his eyes and looked at Shen Weiqing for a while, saw her playful smile, guessed her small thoughts, made a determined look, nodded, then reached out and filled himself with a cup of tea. Bowl of soup.

As he expected, before the bowl was put to his mouth, he was stopped by the person in his arms.

"Hey, hey, I was joking to tease you, why do you really believe it, what should I do if my stomach breaks after eating such a sour thing..."

While talking, Shen Weiqing grabbed the bowl from Ling Yuzheng's hand and put it on the dining table. When she turned her head and saw the successful smile on Ling Yuzheng's face, she realized that she had fallen into his "trap".

Can't help but blame: "...you hate it."

"I knew my wife hated me the most, and I also hated my wife the most..."

Ling Yuzheng just smiled, and hugged the person in his arms even tighter. Shen Weiqing, who was being hugged, struggled symbolically, and then lay down in his arms with peace of mind.