For the first time, he did not reject a woman's kiss.
Moreover, she is really happy.
Because of this happiness, her facial features softened, and even her eyebrows felt comfortable.
"Why did you like me before?" Fu Lijun asked.
"Huh?" Fu Shimi recovered from her joy and let go of his hand, "Maybe it was the object of fantasy when she was a girl."
"Why not Ji Chenling?" Fu Lijun asked again.
Why not Ji Chenling?
She doesn't know either.
She just remembered that from the moment Fu Lijun appeared, she felt like she had been hit in the heart. She fantasized about him every day. Even if he glanced at her, she could sketch out a romance novel in her mind, and she was filled with excitement and sweetness.
Fall into a dream.
"Maybe it's because I don't like Ji Chenling."
Fu Lijun: "..."
This answer is very poetic.
"I'm going to cook first. If you're free in the afternoon, I'd like to do acupuncture on your legs. If you're not free in the afternoon, I'll do it in the evening." Fu Shimi said.
"I have to go back to the company for a meeting in the afternoon. There are some important things to discuss." Fu Lijun said in a deep voice.
I don't know if it was because his left hand was healed or he was in a good mood, but his eyes softened a lot.
Fu Shimi went into the kitchen to cook.
"Xiaomi." Aunt Zhang stood beside her with a smile.
"I make mushroom soup and sour beef soup for lunch. Mushroom soup is my best, and it's Fu Qian's favorite thing to eat," Fu Shimi said.
"I'll stand by and study for a while. I have something to do." Aunt Zhang hesitated to speak.
"You say."
"I discovered one thing. Every time Mr. Fu quarrels with you, he doesn't eat breakfast, lunch, or dinner. When you quarrel next time, don't quarrel while eating. After all, his body needs nutrients now.
Yes, those medicines should be taken after you are full so as not to hurt your stomach." Aunt Zhang said lovingly.
"good."
At noon, Aunt Zhang called them out to eat.
Fu Qian jumped downstairs, holding a picture in his hand, "Mom, look at the little people I drew."
Fu Shimi subconsciously took the picture and looked at it.
Well……
The painting of this person is really... ugly, but you can see two adults and a child.
Most people will put the child in the middle, next to two adults.
But Fu Qian, put the two adults next to you.
Fu Shimi asked curiously: "Why aren't you the one in the middle?"
Fu Qian grinned, silly and honest, "If it were me in the middle, then Mom wouldn't be able to hold Dad's hand."
"It seems like if you draw it like this, I can hold it." Fu Shimi said with a smile.
Fu Lijun came out of the study and looked at Fu Shimi.
Fu Shimi looked at him and her heart skipped a beat. Before she could react, the painting in her hand was snatched away by Fu Qian.
"Dad, dad." Fu Qian shouted sweetly, "Look, the painting I drew."
Fu Lijun saw the painting I paid for. The person’s head was an irregular shape. Who were his parents?
I can't bear to look at it.
"Is my painting good?" Fu Qian asked happily.
Fu Lijun: "..."
"Very Van Gogh-like." Fu Lijun said ambiguously.
Fu Shimi glanced at Fu Lijun, and she immediately understood what he meant.
"Mom, what does Van Gogh mean?" Fu Qian didn't understand, so he raised his head and asked Fu Shimi.
"He is the name of a person. He is a very famous painter." Fu Shimi explained.
"Oh, oh, oh, my portrait was painted by a painter, oh, oh, oh." Fu Qian jumped up and down in the room, very happy.
"Okay, let's wash hands and eat. Today I have your favorite mushroom soup." Fu Shimi said.
"Wow wow wow, mushroom soup, mushroom soup." Fu Qianhua didn't even want it, and ran towards the kitchen.
Fu Shimi was about to follow her to the kitchen when Fu Lijun held her hand.
Fu Shimi looked back at him, puzzled. "What's wrong?"
Fu Qian looked back at his parents and grinned happily.
Dad holds mom's hand. Could it be that he has magic and all his wishes come true?
"I have time at noon. Let's do acupuncture at noon. I will go to the company at about two o'clock." Fu Lijun said.
Fu Shimi made an OK gesture.
Fu Lijun let go of his hand.
Fu Shimi returned to the kitchen, and Fu Qian was already waiting with his head raised and a smile on his face, holding his small bowl.
Fu Shimi spooned out half a bowl of mushroom soup for him.
He happily went to the living room, sat on his small stool, and scooped spoonfuls into his mouth.
After a while, he saw the dishes and noodles being brought to the table.
His father was also sitting at the dining table preparing to eat.
He raised his buttocks, left the small bench, and wanted to go to the dining table.
But he couldn't reach it, so he put the bowl on the ground, tried his best to lie up, and finally climbed to the position next to Fu Lijun. He found that his bowl was still on the ground, so he lay down again, holding the bowl and crawling, but he couldn't crawl.
Went up.
"Daddy, daddy." He shouted pitifully.
Fu Lijun looked at Fu Qian.
"Help me hold the bowl." Fu Qian said, handing the bowl to Fu Lijun.
Fu Lijun took his bowl and placed it next to him, watching Fu Qian crawling with difficulty.
Feeling pity, he easily ran the talisman to the place next to him.
He found that the talisman money was so light, light and weightless at all, and it still smelled like milk.
"Thank you, dad." Fu Qian said crisply.
He sat down and found that he couldn't see the table at all, and only a little bit of hair was visible from his height.
He grabbed the tablecloth again and stood up so that he could see the dishes on the table.
"Dad, am I tall?" Fu Qian said with a smile.
Fu Lijun: "..."
He really couldn't say anything nice about you, so he changed the subject, "Do you want more?"
"Yes." Fu Qian said crisply.
"Fu Qian, do you like dad or mom?" Aunt Zhang teased the child.
Fu Qian glanced at Fu Shimi, then looked at Fu Lijun, "Hehe. I like them both."
"Is this the legendary mushroom soup?" Zuo Si asked.
"Try it." Fu Shimi filled a bowl for Zuo Si.
Zuo Si took a bite and said, "Well, it's delicious. How do you make it?"
"The process is very complicated. I was watching from the side. I couldn't master it even once. Zuo Si, just eat it. Do you have to do it after you learn it?" Aunt Zhang complained.
Fu Shimi served Fu Lijun a bowl.
The rich fragrance makes people very appetizing.
He didn't have much to eat for breakfast and he was hungry now.
Fu Shimi saw that she liked to eat and was in a good mood.
"Mom." Fu Qian handed the bowl to Fu Shimi, "I also want soup."
While Fu Shimi was ladling soup for Fu Qian, Fu Lijun's cell phone rang.
"No, brother, something happened here. Zhou Qianyu asked me to call you and ask you what to do next?" Fu Yue said anxiously.