One thought of a flash marriage, the husband teases lightly

On the way back to the city, He Jiarui fell asleep. When he woke up again, he was already in his bed.

She turned on the desk lamp, looked at the dark sky and snowflakes outside, got out of bed and left the room.

Yuan Zheng was talking on the phone in a low voice in the living room, as if he was giving instructions to his subordinates about work matters.

Just as she was about to turn around and go to the kitchen, Yuan Zheng turned around, saw her, and called out, "Ruirui."

Then he said to the person on the phone: "Then let's do it." After that, he hung up the phone.

Yuan Zheng raised his feet and walked towards her, came closer, raised his hand affectionately to tuck the hair on her forehead behind her ears, and asked gently: "Are you sleeping well?"

His intimate gesture reminded her of their kiss in the car. She might have lost her mind due to the cold at the time, but now that her brain has warmed up, she feels so embarrassed and her face is red to the tips of her ears.

She ducked back a little, embarrassed to look at him, and looked away and said "hmm".

"Are you hungry?" Yuan Zheng said, "I've already prepared the meal."

"What did you do?" He Jiarui asked in confusion.

Yuan Zheng said: "Stewed rice, chicken and potatoes made with curry."

"Then eat." He Jiarui said, "I'll go back to the room and wash my face first."

In the restaurant, the two sat opposite each other and ate in silence.

Suddenly, Yuan Zheng asked: "Does it taste okay?"

"It just smells like curry." He Jiarui said and smiled again, "Speaking of it, I haven't eaten the food you cooked for three years, and the taste still hasn't improved at all."

Yuan Zheng also thought of the past, when he went to buy groceries non-stop after get off work, and didn't even change his clothes when he got home, so he rushed into the kitchen, just so that she could eat quickly so as not to be hungry.

"I'm so busy working abroad that I don't have time to cook. I can still cook. It's not easy."

He Jiarui said: "I don't mean to blame you. You are better than me. In the past few years, I still can't do anything."

"You don't need to know how to do it, I just need to know how to do it. Now that I have time, I will cook for you every day." Yuan Zheng said with a smile.

The kiss in the car brought the two of them a lot closer, which was a good thing.

While he was eating, Yuan Zheng's cell phone rang. He didn't look carefully and picked it up.

"Hello."

"Mr. Yuan, you've finished helping me, and now you're being polite to me? You didn't even call me to say thank you. Do you think I, Xu Qinyang, am not worthy?" A woman's cold questioning voice came from the phone.

Being so close, He Jiarui also heard it. He raised his head and glanced at Yuan Zheng, wondering what he would say.

Yuan Zheng smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Xu, don't get me wrong. I want to thank you in person to be more sincere. I will hold a banquet tomorrow and my wife and I will express our gratitude to you in person."

Xu Qinyang said unhappily: "Why are you taking her with you? What I want is for you to express your gratitude to me alone."

Yuan Zheng said: "This is her friend's business, and her friend will come together tomorrow."

"Yuan Zheng, you did it on purpose, right?" Xu Qinyang stopped pretending, "After the contract is signed, are you going to burn the bridge?"

"I don't dare." Yuan Zheng said, neither humble nor arrogant, "I will send you the address and time tomorrow. See you tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, He Jiarui asked curiously: "Do you usually contact me a lot?"

"It used to be quite frequent, but since she confessed her love to me, I don't take the initiative to look for her anymore."

"Do you really want to have dinner together tomorrow?"

"Since she wants my thanks, let's thank her together."