Fu Yanlin returned to the apartment exhausted, opened the door, and found a floor lamp on in the living room. He opened the shoe cabinet and found that it was full of stuff, half of which were his shoes.
"Classmate Fu, are you back?" Wen Sheng heard the sound of the key turning and walked out of the bedroom.
She was only wearing a thin shirt, and she didn't even have time to put on her coat.
"It's cold and you're still wearing so little?" Fu Yanlin frowned and stepped forward to take Wen Sheng into his arms. He ignored the dust all over his body and directly picked her up and walked to the bedroom.
The master bedroom had a large cloakroom. Fu Yanlin pushed the door open and went in to look for his coat. He found that half of the place was filled with his own clothes, and his heart suddenly felt warm. When he turned around, he found that Wen Sheng had already put on his coat and was standing at the door of the cloakroom.
"I got off work on time today, and I packed some things for you." Wen Sheng leaned on the door frame and tilted her head, looking like she was asking for credit.
"It's rare for Mrs. Fu to be so virtuous, how should I reward you?" Fu Yanlin smiled, stepped forward to clasp Wen Sheng's chin, and kissed her lips.
He stayed up all night last night and had several emergency meetings today. He was extremely tired when he got home. But when he saw his things neatly stored in the closet by Wen Sheng, all the fatigue and worries were instantly swept away.
And light.
It feels so good to be remembered by someone all the time.
"Mrs. Fu, why don't you stop working and I'll support you." Fu Yanlin stared deeply at the woman in his arms, his eyes filled with tenderness and sweetness.
Wen Sheng's deer eyes were filled with a smile, "I have read so many books and worked hard in the workplace for so many years, not just to be a full-time wife. By the way, are you hungry? I'll cook you a supper."
"Mrs. Fu can cook midnight snacks?" Fu Yanlin was surprised.
He remembered that Wen Sheng never went out of the kitchen. Before she was with him, she had to take out three meals a day. The apartment she rented before didn't even have gas.
"Classmate Fu, are you looking down on me too much? You go take a shower first, I'll do it for you now." Wen Sheng pushed Fu Yanlin into the bathroom.
In fact, Fu Yanlin is right. Wen Sheng is not very good at cooking. The only thing she is good at is making instant noodles. Even Teacher Zhu praised the instant noodles she cooked. The level is definitely Michelin level in the instant noodles industry.
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Ever since I got together with Fu Yanlin, there has been no shortage of fresh ingredients in the refrigerator, so it is convenient to make a late-night snack in the middle of the night.
Wen Sheng looked through it, randomly picked some ingredients with a relatively low difficulty level, took out the instant noodles he bought online when he first moved in from the locker, and started preparing a midnight snack.
I don’t know which link made the mistake, or whether it was because Wen Sheng hadn’t been in the kitchen for so long. Fu Yanlin usually seemed to be quite simple in cooking, but when it was her turn, she couldn’t seem to control the heat.
Simple eggs and ham, she accidentally burned them.
It's okay, you can come back again when you're burnt.
Finally, on the third time, the appetizing sun-cooked eggs and slightly burnt ham slices were completed.
Wen Sheng sprinkled chopped green onion and sesame seeds into the bowl, washed a small plate of fruit thoughtfully, and sat at the dining table waiting for Fu Yanlin to come out.
A quarter of an hour later.
Fu Yanlin was attracted by the aroma of the food. Looking at the delicious instant noodles on the table, he couldn't help but admired, "Mrs. Fu, I didn't expect you to really be able to make midnight snacks and make my husband look good."
"Try it quickly and tell me how it tastes." Wen Sheng was full of expectations.
Fu Yanlin's cooking skills are unquestionable, and his taste is even more picky. But the simple bowl of instant noodles in front of him was prepared by Wen Sheng personally, and he suddenly felt reluctant to start.
"I'm the first one to taste your cooking, right?" Fu Yanlin picked up the chopsticks and took a few bites, but his expression froze.
The eggs and ham were fried well, and the instant noodles were neither soft nor hard. However, Wen Sheng probably forgot to add salt once, and then added it again, so the taste was a bit strong.
"You are the second one, Jiajia is my white mouse. By the way, you haven't told me how it tastes?" Wen Sheng held her chin and looked at Fu Yanlin, her eyebrows were curved, and her eyes looked like two when she smiled.
Crescent moon.
Fu Yanlin swallowed his saliva, "It tastes very good, it's like the Rolls-Royce of instant noodles. In the future, if you don't do venture capital, you can open an instant noodle shop, build it into an Internet celebrity restaurant, or something like that, and you can get rich."
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"Really?" Wen Sheng smiled as brightly as a flower.
"When did I lie to you?" Fu Yanlin wolfed down his food, and in the end he didn't even retain a drop of the soup.
Wen Sheng felt happy and stood up to clean up, but Fu Yanlin beat him to it. He quickly packed up the dishes and took them to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves and started washing.
"Let me do it." It was rare for Wen Sheng to be a good wife.
"Mrs. Fu is tired after working all day. Let me do it. You can sit down and eat some fruit." Fu Yanlin refused.
It is said that men who work hard are the most attractive. Wen Sheng thinks that men who do housework are more attractive.
So she stood next to Fu Yanlin with a fruit bowl and stuffed a piece of fruit into his mouth from time to time. Such a harmonious atmosphere was suitable for a chat between husband and wife.
"Classmate Fu, I think we should find time to meet your mother and tell her about our marriage." Wen Sheng suddenly spoke.
Fu Yanlin's hands shook, and the chopsticks slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor. Turning around, his eyes tightened, "Has she been looking for you?"
Wen Sheng hummed, "She called me and wanted to meet me alone."
"You agreed?" Fu Yanlin's expression was not very good.
"No, I said I'll discuss it with you when I come back and make an appointment." Wen Sheng knew that not only was the relationship between father and son not good, but the relationship between mother and son was also average, so of course she came back to discuss such an important matter with him.
Don't encourage others to do good unless they have suffered.
Fu Yanlin's childhood experience is not something that ordinary people can relate to, and Wen Sheng chose to respect his wishes.
"If she calls you again in the future, don't answer it. I will take care of the Fu family's affairs." Fu Yanlin wiped his hands and stepped forward to hug Wen Sheng tightly.
He also wanted to make his relationship with Wen Sheng public, but there were a lot of troublesome things these days and he needed some time to deal with them.
Wen Sheng lay on Fu Yanlin's chest and said "Okay".
"Mrs. Fu, I'm sorry for you." Fu Yanlin felt guilty towards Wen Sheng, not only because of the secret marriage, but also because of the accident that year. Although he had no idea about it at the time, who made him a member of the Fu family and keep it?
Fu Yuhe's blood.
Wen Sheng reassured, "I proposed the secret marriage first, and I'm not aggrieved at all. It's very late, so go to bed early. These days are critical moments before Linyun's press conference. You can't be in bad shape."
Fu Yanlin rubbed Wen Sheng's forehead, and a faint smile overflowed from the corners of his lips, "Okay, I'll do whatever you want."
After Wen Sheng was coaxed to sleep, Fu Yanlin stood up and walked out of the balcony. With the north wind blowing across his face, he took out his cell phone and dialed the familiar number.
Soon, Jiang Lingyi's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone, "A Yan——"
"A Sheng doesn't know anything. Please don't call her again in the future." Fu Yanlin's tone was colder than the temperature outside.
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, before Jiang Lingyi's voice came again, "Your father is very angry about the Xu family. Come back tomorrow."
Fu Yanlin agreed directly without thinking, "Okay."