He Rijun coming again

If they get too close, they are both embarrassed.

The last time we hugged each other, all bad things happened.

But Luo Zhiwen wasn't stupid enough to be brave.

If he really wanted to let him walk into the kitchen by himself, he might be able to fall headlong into the pot.

Feng Qingzhu carried Luo Zhiwen to the door of the kitchen, and helped him walk in.

Luo Zhiwen's worry was born with him: "You can't even cook porridge, how did you survive when you were in school?"

He asked casually, but Feng Qingzhu thought seriously.

In the past, Feng Qingzhu was the eldest brother of the Feng family. He had a dedicated person to take care of his basic necessities, food, housing and transportation. He was also busy with official duties, and there were two younger brothers at home, so it was never his turn to cook.

After reliving the whole life, the status of the Feng family is even worse than before.

Let alone cooking, Feng Qingzhu didn't even enter the kitchen a few times.

So Luo Zhiwen had completely questioned Feng Qingzhu.

"Okay, don't think about it." Luo Zhiwen was sick, his temper was a little more irritable than before, and his tone was not as alienated as before, "Why does the Feng family need their own young master to cook? "

The words were three points teasing, five points sarcasm, it was clearly not a good word, but Feng Qingzhu laughed at it.

This is how he is alive.

Luo Zhiwen poured the rice, and directed Feng Qingzhu to carry the rice cooker to a place within his reach: "Go and wash the rice, and when it's done, I'll teach you how much water to add."

After speaking, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.

Feng Qingzhu didn't dare to neglect, he washed the rice seriously, and when he finished, he touched the back of Luo Zhiwen's hand with his cold fingers.

He suddenly woke up, looking at the face close at hand, he didn't react for a while, and leaned forward.

The scar on Luo Zhiwen's face faded a lot unknowingly, and only when he got very close, could he see a distinct curve on his cheek.

Feng Qingzhu stared at that line intently, what filled his heart was not disgust, but full of pity.

In the last life, when Feng Qingzhu suppressed the bandits, he was ambushed and dug out from the pile of dead by the guards.

But he was thinking about his younger brother and Awen, so he refused to close his eyes.

He thought, he hasn't come to propose marriage yet.

Ah Wen gave himself to him, how could he just die like this?

But he thought about it again, he is a dying person, so what's the point of Ah Wen hastily promising him?

Let Ah Wen keep him a widow for a lifetime, and give him a chastity archway?

How could he be willing!

It's a new era, and there are not a few couples who are divorced. He and Ah Wen are not married yet, so he can let him go.

Just not reconciled.

Unwilling to go like this.

So after his death, his soul still stayed in the human world, watching Ah Wen step by step to the point of dying with his enemies for himself.

He had collapsed and despaired, but there was nothing he could do. In the end, he died with Ah Wen again, and when he opened his eyes, it was now many years later——

His Awen also came back, but he failed to recognize it.

"Add water, add water!" Luo Zhiwen said several times, seeing that Feng Qingzhu was still in a daze, he stretched his arms and tried to turn on the faucet.

Feng Qingzhu suddenly hugged him in front of him.

too hot.

like fire.

Luo Zhiwen wanted to break free in an instant. He couldn't tell whether the hot wave came from his own body or from Feng Qingzhu behind him, but he extremely repelled this sudden scorching heat, as if he had fallen into a boundless sea of ​​flames. Also weak in limbs.

"Mr. Feng," Luo Zhiwen was angry, "We are talking about divorce."

Feng Qingzhu regained consciousness as if a basin of cold water had been poured from head to toe.

The man slowly loosened his arms and asked Luo Zhiwen to turn on the faucet.

He only pretended that Feng Qingzhu didn't want to learn how to cook, so he spoke quickly: "If you're cooking porridge, add water up to this line, if you're steaming rice, you'll be fine here."

Luo Zhiwen said while lowering his head, pointing vaguely at a scale line with his fingers.

The man's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his eyes fell on Luo Zhiwen's pale back neck.

His Ah Wen used to like kissing his neck the most.

Certainly now too.

"Then set the mode, set the timer, and finally press start." Luo Zhiwen cooked the porridge three times, and his head started to hurt again.

Feng Qingzhu quickly picked him up, put him back on the bed, and checked the carpet for glass shards.

He leaned against the pillow in a daze, his thoughts turned into little fish, swimming around in his mind.

"Do you have a change of clothes?"

"No."

In fact, it is possible.The Feng family has a house in Sydney, and there is always a change of clothes in the house.

"Then what should I do? You also got caught in the rain, so you have to take a bath." Luo Zhiwen started to worry again.

"I can wear yours."

"Wear mine?" He was amused, but he figured out a way, "I remember that there are pajamas worn by my dad in the closet, you can wash them in the washing machine, dry them, and then you can wear them."

The corners of Feng Qingzhu's mouth curled down, showing a sense of disappointment.

The lights in the room were not turned on, Luo Zhiwen couldn't see Feng Qingzhu's expression, his thoughts were still wandering: "When will you be willing to sign the divorce agreement?"

"...you let me go."

The soft and shallow voice is very clean, there is no resentment or nostalgia in it.

Feng Qingzhu's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

"I don't know why you came to Sydney with me, but I came to Sydney to relax." Luo Zhiwen turned over and murmured, "I came here because I made up my mind to divorce. You come here, don't you?" Embarrass me?"

Feng Qingzhu standing beside the bed remained motionless, completely like a statue.

"My parents don't know that we are going to get divorced yet, what will we do during the Chinese New Year..." He thought of something else.

In the dark, Luo Zhiwen curled up under the quilt, probably because of a fever, he curled up into a small ball, and asked confused and aggrieved.

divorce.

He had never thought about this word after being left out for three years, until Feng Qingzhu was drugged——

He suddenly figured it out.

But Luo Zhiwen figured it out and wanted to leave, but Feng Qingzhu refused to let him go.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he didn't know how to get angry. He just felt that he was so depressed that he was about to explode, so he smashed another pillow on Feng Qingzhu's face with tears in his eyes: "Why?!"

Why did he ignore him in the three years after marriage, and spent just a few days to shake his hard-won determination to divorce.

"Divorce... Let's go back and get a divorce now!" Luo Zhiwen and Feng Qing got into a fight.