With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

She was angry.

Holding his quilt, he threw it directly to the bedroom door, turned around and closed the door with a bang.

He stood outside, knocked on the door gently, with a good attitude, and begged for forgiveness in a humble tone: "Honey, I was wrong, I shouldn't have talked to you like that, and I didn't doubt you, I was just jealous for a moment."

Inside the house, there was no sound.

He coaxed again: "Honey, please let me in. I swear, I will never make the same mistake again in the future. Please, you can hit me or scold me, but don't ignore me."

He doesn't like this kind of cold war.

This was the first time she had treated him like this, which made him panic and made him even more disgusted with Mr. Fu.

There was still no movement in the house.

He turned around and said to the servant: "Sister-in-law Chen, please bring me two durians."

The servant quickly brought two durians over.

"Honey, I'm going to kneel here. When you calm down, I'll get up." He said and knelt on the durian.

He also called the servant over and lowered his voice and ordered: "Madam hasn't eaten much just now. Make her some food she likes to eat. Let it warm in the kitchen. Then help me prepare tomatoes, eggs, and noodles."

The servant respectfully agreed and left.

He just knelt down and waited for her to come out.

It took about two hours.

The door opened.

then.

The two durians under his knees were kicked away.

He laughed softly and did not resist. He let his body fall towards the ground with inertia.

However, before he fell to the ground, a beautiful hand held his arm.

"Honey, have you calmed down?" He smiled softly and looked at her with a flattering look and asked.

"Huh." She snorted coldly, gave him a roll of her eyes, and said, "I'm hungry. If you're out to eat, don't block the way at my door."

"Honey, I really know I was wrong, please forgive me this time, okay?" He was like a big abandoned dog, looking at her with a pair of innocent, pitiful beautiful eyes.

"Get out of the way." She was still angry.

"Then I'll continue and kneel down until you calm down."

He said, going to get the two durians that had rolled a long way.

"I'm hungry," she repeated.

"Whatever you want to eat, my husband will cook it for you." He coaxed her: "It's all my fault. I deserve to die for making my children hungry. Let's go eat right away."

"Tomato and egg noodles." She said.

"Okay, I'll make it for you." His smile became more and more gentle, and his eyes were so soft that they could drown. He took her hand and walked towards the kitchen.

Every time she gets angry with him, she stays angry for two hours at most.

And when he gets angry, he has to eat tomato and egg noodles made by himself to calm down.

Arrived at the kitchen.

He asked her to sit and wait, then put on his apron and started cooking.

About ten minutes passed.

A steaming bowl of tomato and egg noodles with full color, flavor and flavor was placed in front of her: "Honey, try to see if my cooking skills have deteriorated recently."

She didn't speak, as if she was still angry. After eating half of a large bowl of noodles, she felt full. She pushed the rest in front of him and raised her chin.

He sat opposite, watching her smile fondly, took a bite of noodles, and said warmly: "The pot is still warm with roasted pork ribs, elbows, braised pork, steamed fish, and bamboo fungus chicken soup. Do you want some more?"

"If you don't eat, I'm so angry." She gave him a hard look in displeasure.

"I want to eat, I'll get it, and you can eat a little with me." He said, turned around and brought all the warm dishes to the table, and gave her a bowl of chicken soup: "Drink some soup. I specially asked Mrs. Chen to stew it for you, so you can have a taste."

She reluctantly took the soup bowl and sipped the soup in small sips.

then.

I tasted every dish on the table.

After he finished eating the noodles, he looked up at her, the smile in his eyes as gentle as water: "Are you full?"

She glared at him again: "Ying Si, don't think that I will forgive you if you calm my stomach."

"Okay, I don't forgive you." He obeyed her in everything.

Until it's time to wash up and go to bed.

She pushed him: "Stay away from me, I don't want to share the same bed with you."

He held her in his arms and refused to let go, saying: "Honey, I can't sleep without holding you. If I can't sleep, I will have dark circles under my eyes tomorrow. The gangsters and their friends will point at me and laugh at me for having dark circles under my eyes. Don't drive me away." .”

"Cover it with foundation." She continued to push him.

"If I use foundation, the other kids will laugh at me even more." He buried his head in her neck and became dishonest.

Her breathing also became heavier and heavier.

As they were making trouble, the atmosphere on the bed became ambiguous.

the next day.

Arbor Day.

The tree planting location arranged by the kindergarten is on the hill behind the school.

On weekdays, this is a place where teachers take their children to play. The environment is beautiful and the scenery is pleasant.

In the aristocratic kindergarten, there are no ordinary parents, and the trees brought here are extremely precious.

Song Yu and Ying Si were digging a tree pit with the two boys at home. Next to them was the laurel tree brought by their family.

Not far away, the head teacher Fu Hanyu called out: "Ms. Song, I need a laurel tree here. Can you get it for me?"

His leg was accidentally broken a few days ago. It is still in a plaster and he is using a cane, which makes it difficult for him to move.

Song Yu nodded and replied with a smile: "I'll send it over right away."

"I'll go." Ying Si stopped her, put down the shovel in his hand, bent down and picked up a laurel tree, and walked towards him.

"Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Ying." Fu Hanyu smiled, led the way with a crutch, and said, "The school plans to plant a laurel tree in front. You can see it from the teaching building."

"You're welcome, Mr. Fu." Ying Si followed him, a dangerous cold light flashing in his eyes.

He had no good intentions from the beginning. He called him Mr. Ying and his little friend Ms. Song, deliberately using the titles to separate the couple.

Step by step.

The two men reached the spot where the laurel tree was to be planted.

It's a bit off, and the trees on the mountain block the view of the parents and children who are busy opposite.

Two meters behind the marked location is a cliff with a height of about 500 meters.

"Mr. Ying, just put the laurel here, I will do the rest." After Fu Hanyu finished speaking, he took the shovel and started digging the tree pit.

He bent over, facing him diagonally, standing only about one meter away from the cliff.

The look in Ying Si's eyes became darker and colder, and a voice in his heart told him that at this time, right now, if he pushed him down, no one would see it, and no one would know that it was him.

As long as he dies, he can no longer use his face to confuse and seduce his children.

Yes, he must die!

He walked towards him step by step.

then.

Unexpectedly, he stretched out his hands towards him.