The car slowly drove into Yuejingxi Garden and stopped.

When Fu Yanshen got out of the car, he had already made a decision in his heart.

Tell Chen Xi directly.

There is no ghost in his heart.

No need to hide it.

…

Fu Yanshen opened the door and heard Mu Chenxi's voice, "Auntie, help me take a look, is this right?"

She has a gentle voice and a smile.

Look over.

At a glance, he saw Mu Chenxi sitting on the sofa.

She was sitting next to her aunt, wearing warm home clothes, and her whole body became soft.

The coldness and thorns in my body were gone.

She holds a slender needle in her hand and is learning to knit from her aunt.

"Yes, ma'am, just one more injection here will do."

The aunt turned her head, took a look, and adjusted it for her.

Mu Chenxi stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, "I almost forgot, otherwise I would have to tear it down and start over again."

His tone was a bit playful, and he was obviously in a good mood.

"Auntie, how to tighten the needle, can you teach me?"

"Ma'am, look at this."

The aunt has been teaching Mu Chenxi step by step all day long, and her progress is also slowing down.

Slow down, "Previous stitch, next stitch, and so on."

She first demonstrated it to Mu Chenxi, then dismantled it and taught him stitch by stitch.

Mu Chenxi looked at it very seriously.

She had just learned stitching in the morning and couldn't knit a sweater, so she was practicing with floor socks.

I failed twice in the afternoon. Both times I failed to knit half of the knitting before overturning. This is the third time.

She knitted more carefully, stitch by stitch, slowly, and when she was unsure, she would ask her aunt first.

Seeing the floor socks slowly taking shape in her hands, Mu Chenxi's eyes became brighter and brighter.

When she looks at it, she can't help but think about it, waiting for the baby in her belly to be born and start learning to walk.

On her feet she wore floor socks that she had knitted by herself, and on her head she wore the same type of little hat that her aunt had taken out the day before yesterday.

A few steps away, he walked towards her babbling.

Because he has just learned to walk, the little guy is still unsteady and wobbly like a roly-poly.

As his body swayed, the little ball behind the hat would swing with it.

It must be super cute.

The long-lost smile bloomed on his face unconsciously.

The longer the baby stays in her belly, the deeper her love for the baby becomes.

I am looking forward to his birth more and more.

I can't help but wonder whether he is a boy or a girl and what he looks like.

The picture outlined in his mind was too beautiful, and the smile on Mu Chenxi's face became brighter and brighter.

…

On the sofa, Mu Chenxi and her aunt were teaching and learning, both too focused.

Neither of them noticed Fu Yanshen opening the door.

He stopped at the door.

At first he was frightened when he saw her poking around with a slender needle.

Chen Xi was always careless, and the needle in her hand was a murder weapon in Fu Yanshen's eyes.

I was very afraid that she would hurt herself.

I wanted to stop it several times.

In his eyes, Chen Xi's doing this was typically time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Hard work and a waste of time.

The last thing he lacks is money.

As for the baby's things, she can buy as much as she wants.

There is no need for her to work so hard to weave.

But when he saw her smile that he hadn't seen in a long time.

Fu Yanshen felt that as long as she was happy, it would be fine.

"boom".

The soft sound of the door closing attracted the attention of the two people on the other side of the sofa.

Mu Chenxi heard the noise but had no reaction.

The movements of his hands did not stop, and the smile on his face did not disappear.

On the other hand, when the aunt saw that it was Fu Yanshen who had returned, she immediately stood up and greeted him respectfully, "Mr."

After working here for four years, she was quite afraid of Fu Yanshen from the beginning.

After experiencing being expelled, my inner fear deepened.

Seeing him coming over, I immediately put down the half-knitted sweater in my hand and said, "I'm going to prepare dinner right now."

I was so involved that I forgot about time for a while.

Her husband has gotten off work, and she hasn't prepared dinner yet.

This is tantamount to not taking good care of my wife.

Auntie was extremely panicked.

"Um."

Fu Yanshen just responded lightly.

He has always been like this to outsiders.

The aunt who was not blamed breathed a sigh of relief.

He hurried to the kitchen.

As soon as she left, they were the only ones left in the living room.

Fu Yanshen walked over and tentatively sat down where his aunt had just been sitting.

He took up more space than his aunt, and when he sat down, he was almost right next to Mu Chenxi.

From the time Fu Yanshen entered the room and then walked over, Mu Chenxi had been concentrating on knitting the socks. She had already reached the final point of tightening the stitches. She was focused on the socks without looking at him.

But Fu Yanshen sat next to her, and she didn't refuse.

…

The aunt who was preparing dinner in the kitchen glanced outside during the break.

The gentleman and his wife were sitting close to each other on the sofa, neither of them speaking.

The wife is knitting socks seriously, and the husband is looking at his wife seriously.

The warm yellow light shrouded the two of them, and the years were quiet.

The aunt looked back and saw that the husband and wife were developing in a good direction, which was great.

…

With only the last few injections left, Mu Chenxi was in trouble.

Which one goes down first or goes up first?

"Auntie, here -"

Throughout the whole day today, it had become a habit for her to ask her aunt for advice when she had a problem.

When I turned around, I realized that someone had changed beside me.

Fu Yanshen's focused gaze kept falling on Mu Chenxi. She turned her head and looked into his eyes.
To be continued...