Mr. Wen's wife is a group favorite

If there is an if in this world, if everything can be restarted.

But if there are so many ifs, will they meet again?

Will Gu Qingzhou and Wen Ruoqian meet? If there is no beginning of that book, where will she and Wen Ruoqian go? There are hundreds of millions of people, and the chances are slim. Where will she join hands with people who will grow old together? Will she die alone in her old age? Woolen cloth
Paris.

A black Lincoln car drove into a residential area from a wide street, and finally stopped in front of a semi=old, somewhat Chinese-style apartment.

Putting down a pair of slender legs from the car, Wen Ruoqian adjusted the tie around his neck, stood out of the car, and stared at the building in front of him thoughtfully.

It has been almost a week since I came here from China, and I have almost started to adapt to the life here. Wen Ruoqian took out the ingredients purchased from the supermarket from the trunk, and then went upstairs.

As soon as he walked into the corridor, he could smell a scent of vegetables. The difference here is that the high-rise buildings have been replaced by low bungalows, so he could clearly identify where the scent came from.

Wen Ruoqian's footsteps couldn't help but quicken a lot, the goal was very clear, and then he stepped up a few steps at a time, and he reached the door of the room.

He knocked on the door, and after a while, the door was opened from the inside.

Wen Ruoqian looked at her from head to toe, she really looked more and more like a housewife, Gu Qingzhou wore a cartoon apron in front of her body, and with her tender face, Wen Ruoqian I find her even more beautiful.

"What are you looking at, come in quickly." The smile on Gu Qingzhou's face made Wen Ruoqian a little intoxicated, this smile is really dazzling.

The corners of his mouth also raised slightly, and he said slowly with a smile: "You are standing by the door, how can I get in?"

Gu Qingzhou froze for a moment, then remembered that she was indeed blocking the door, and Wen Ruoqian had nowhere to go, she turned her body, and closed the door when Wen Ruoqian entered.

"What food did you buy?" While speaking, Gu Qingzhou had already walked to the table, pulled the bag and looked at it for himself.

The two of them couldn't finish eating so many dishes in a week. She looked at Wen Ruoqian with wide eyes. Seeing her like this, Wen Ruoqian couldn't help reaching out and touching the top of her hair.

"I bought so much because I want to eat hot pot. Eating these stir-fried vegetables every day makes you cook in different ways. I'm afraid your head is getting bigger."

Reminiscent of Wen Ruoqian's kindness, Gu Qingzhou's pink lips parted: "I'm an old couple, you still think so much about me." Saying that, she lowered her head embarrassingly.

Wen Ruoqian pursed his thin lips and wanted to say something, when suddenly a strong smell came into his nose, he sniffed his nose, and slowly turned his head to look at the kitchen: "What smell, what are you doing in the kitchen?"

Gu Qingzhou's mind was full of Wen Ruoqian's gentle whisper just now, and he didn't hear what he said clearly. When he realized it again, Wen Ruoqian Yijing hurriedly walked to the kitchen and turned off the stove.

"You are so careless, what if I don't come home?"

As soon as the sound came out, Gu Qingzhou also came to his senses. Seeing him leaning against the door, he covered his mouth and giggled: "I can't open it from the kitchen if you don't go home, anyway. It's still your fault."

According to Gu Qingzhou, thousands of mistakes are his fault, and they can't be blamed on her.

He smiled and said, "Stop standing here, go to the kitchen and finish your dish."

Gu Qingzhou responded, and before leaving, he stuck out his tongue in a place where he could not see.

Naturally, this did not escape Wen Ruoqian's attention. He was sitting on a chair in the living room, under the illumination of the lamp, golden light shone on his body, and his slender eyelashes cast a silhouette.

His slender fingers tapped on the table one after another. Gu Qingzhou, who was cooking in the kitchen, felt inexplicably relieved when he heard it.

It seems that she made the right choice to live here from China. She is quite happy to live a leisurely life away from the children.

After dinner, Wen Ruoqian sat down and talked with Gu Qingzhou. They had to watch a game in the afternoon, which was played by a good brother of Wen Ruoqian in Paris. Gu Qingzhou naturally agreed.

Life is so peaceful, and it's good to have some excitement. After the two of them cleaned up the house, they drove there.

When he arrived at the competition place, Gu Qingzhou looked left and right, and found everything to be very novel, and followed Wen Ruoqian like a little daughter-in-law.

"Don't be nervous, my friend is not very fierce."

Hearing the words, Gu Qingzhou cast a reproachful glance at Wen Ruoqian, what is meant by not being very fierce, then being very fierce, thinking of the size of foreign people, Gu Qingzhou still shuddered in private, not daring to imagine.

Wen Ruoqian caught a glimpse of her timidity from the corner of her eyes, and the callused hand grabbed Gu Qingzhou's wrist, pulled her to his side, and tightly clasped her waist.

Gu Qingzhou still wanted to move, but a man's low and hoarse voice came from above his head: "Don't move around, or I will do something indescribable here."

When Gu Qingzhou heard this warning, he didn't dare to make mistakes. He looked at the playing field in front of him and marveled at the size of the foreign country.

"Will we have quizzes on the field then?" Gu Qingzhou didn't understand this either, but she had watched car races on TV before, so she tilted her head and asked Wen Ruoqian.

Wen Ruoqian let out a low laugh from his throat. After realizing that he was being ruthlessly ridiculed, Gu Qingzhou stabbed Wen Ruoqian vigorously with his elbow, and the painful man groaned.

"Haha." Gu Qingzhou laughed happily, and the more he laughed, the more tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

"You heartless woman." Wen Ruoqian bent over and covered his stomach with his hands, looking in pain.

Gu Qingzhou's playful smiling face froze in an instant, and she supported Wen Ruoqian worriedly: "Did I use too much force just now, I hit your arm obviously, did I accidentally touch your stomach Yet?"

With Wen Ruoqian's affirmative return, Gu Qingzhou didn't dare to laugh anymore, and asked nervously: "Are you okay? I'll go to the canteen to buy hot water for you. You can cover your stomach."

Wen Ruoqian wanted to make fun of her, so seeing her worried look, he could only nod obediently.

Gu Qingzhou nodded, and quickly ran towards the small shop with two legs spread out. At this moment, Wen Ruoqian straightened his back instantly.

Just looking at her ponytail swaying behind her from a distance like this, she really is getting younger and younger, he smiled and shook his head.

Gu Qingzhou trotted to the door of the small shop, panting at the door because he was in a hurry.