For the first time, he did not reject a woman's kiss.
And, she was really happy.
Because of this joy softened her facial features and even her eyebrows were comfortable.
"Why did you like me before?" Fu Lijun asked.
"Huh?" Fu Shimi recovered from her joy and let go of his hand, "Maybe she was the object of fantasy when she was a girl."
"Why isn't Ji Chenling?" Fu Lijun asked again.
Why not Ji Chenling?
She doesn't know either.
I only remember that since Fu Lijun appeared, she seemed to be hit in the heart. Every day he fantasized about it. Even if he looked at her, she could outline a romance novel in her mind and be sweet with excitement.
Entering a dream.
"Maybe it's because I don't like Ji Chenling."
Fu Lijun: "..."
This answer is very good.
"I'll go cook first. If you have time in the afternoon, I want to help your legs with acupuncture. If you don't have time in the afternoon, just go to the evening." Fu Shimi said.
"I'm going back to the company for a meeting in the afternoon, and 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 better or his mood was in a good mood, but his eyes were much softer.
Fu Shimi went into the kitchen to cook.
"Xiaomi." Aunt Zhang stood beside her with a smile.
"I make mushroom soup and sour soup and fat beef at noon. Mushroom soup is what I am best at and it is also Fu Qian's favorite to eat." Fu Shimi introduced.
"I'll stand by and learn later. There's something." Aunt Zhang stopped talking.
"You said."
"I found one thing. Every time Mr. Fu and you have a fight, they don't eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Next time you quarrel, don't argue during meals. After all, his body needs nutrition now
Yes, those medicines must be eaten after they are full before taking them to avoid hurting their stomachs.” Aunt Zhang said with a kind voice.
"good."
At noon, Aunt Zhang called them out for dinner.
Fu Qian jumped down from the upstairs, holding a picture in his hand, "Mom. Look, I drew the little one."
Fu Shimi subconsciously took the picture to see it.
Well……
This person is really... ugly, but you can see two adults and a child.
Most people would put children in the middle, next to them were two adults.
But let’s put the two adults next to you.
Fu Shimi asked curiously: "Why isn't you in the middle?"
Fu Qian smiled, stupid and honest, "If it were me in the middle, then my mother wouldn't be able to hold my father's hand."
"I can tell you that you can draw like this." Fu Shimi said with a smile.
Fu Lijun came out of the study and looked at Fu Shimi.
Fu Shimi looked at him and his heart pounded. Before she could react, the painting in her hand was snatched away by Fu Money.
"Dad, dad." Fu Qian shouted sweetly, "Look, the painting I drew."
Fu Lijun saw the painting I paid for. The man’s head was an irregular figure, and his parents were drawn?
I can't bear to look at it.
"I've drawn it well?" Fu Qian asked happily.
Fu Lijun: "..."
"It has a very Van Gogh style." 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 a person's name, he is a very famous painter," Fu Shimi explained.
"Oh, oh, oh, my portrait painter, oh, oh, oh." Fu Qian jumped in the room, very happy.
"Okay, go wash your hands and have a meal. Today I have your favorite mushroom soup." Fu Shimi said.
"Wow, mushroom soup, mushroom soup." Fu Qianhua didn't even want to go back and ran towards the kitchen.
Fu Shimi was about to follow her to the kitchen, but Fu Lijun held her hand.
Fu Shimi looked back at him and was puzzled. "What's wrong?"
Fu Qian looked back at his parents and smiled happily.
Dad held his mother's hand. Could it be that he possessed magic and his wishes came true?
"I have time at noon, and do acupuncture at noon. I will go to the company at about two o'clock." Fu Lijun said.
Fu Shimi made a gesture of OK.
Fu Lijun let go of his hand.
Fu Shimi returned to the kitchen, Fu Qian was already holding his small bowl and tilting his head, waiting with a smile.
Fu Shimi scooped him half a bowl of mushroom soup.
He went to the living room happily, sat on his small stool, and scooped into his mouth spoon by spoon.
After a while, he saw that the dishes and noodles were served on the dining table.
His father also sat at the dining table to prepare for dinner.
He raised his butt and left the small stool and wanted to go to the dining table.
But he couldn't reach it, so he put the bowl on the ground and tried hard to lie up. He finally climbed to the position next to Fu Lijun. He found that his bowl was still on the ground. He lay down again and crawled with the bowl, but he couldn't climb.
Go up.
"Dad, Dad." He shouted pitifully.
Fu Lijun looked at Fu Qian.
"Help me take the bowl and bowl." Fu Qian said, handing the bowl to Fu Lijun.
Fu Lijun took his bowl and placed it next to him, celebrating with difficulty when he saw the talisman money.
He felt pity and ran the talisman money easily in the position next to him.
He found that the talisman money was so light, light and fluttering, without any weight, and had a milky smell on his body.
"Thank you, Dad." Fu Qian said crisply.
He sat in his seat and found that he could not see the table at all, and his figure could only show a little hair.
He grabbed the tablecloth and stood up again, 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 your high words, so he changed the subject, "Do you still want it?"
"You want." Fu Qian said with a crisp sound.
"Ta 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 it all."
"Is this the legendary mushroom soup?" Zuo Si said.
"Taste." Fu Shimi served Zuo Si a bowl.
Zuo Si tasted it, "Well, it tastes delicious, how did it be made?"
"The process is very complicated. I watched it from the side. I can't even know how to do it once. Zuo Si, you can eat it. Do you have to do it after learning it?" Aunt Zhang complained.
Fu Shimi served a bowl of Fu Lijun.
The rich fragrance makes people very appetizing.
He has nothing to eat for breakfast and is now hungry.
Fu Shimi saw that she liked to eat it and was in a good mood.
"Mom." Fu Qian handed the bowl to Fu Shimi, "I also want soup."
When Fu Shimi gave Fu Qian a soup, 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.