Pretending to be beautiful and committing crimes: The president's cold and charming wife

After hanging up the phone, Su Manyu slid slowly to sit on the ground, many previous situations suddenly appeared in her mind, she thought she had forgotten everything related to Fu Zichen, but at this moment, she found that she remembered everything clearly , as just happened.

Memories that are too clear will only make her heart heavier and sadder, because all the memories tell her that in the beginning, she moved her heart and feelings first, and he just took it as a game.

Obviously this was the game she proposed first, but in the end she was the one who lost first...

Maybe, she can wait a little longer to see Fu Zichen's attitude, maybe... Su Manyu thinks that she can still give herself and him another chance.

He let out a long breath, and now that he has made a decision, his heart slowly calms down.

However, what Su Manyu didn't know was that she thought that Han Zichuan had already told Fu Zichen everything.However, it was only because Fu Zichen didn't know how to express his thoughts that Han Zichuan misunderstood everything.

Therefore, two people who do not understand each other's thinking are destined to be incomplete.

Although Sumanyu was still considering another chance for each other, she vaguely knew in her heart that this might be the last night.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Sumanyu stood up.From childhood to adulthood, the meals she ate every day were cooked by Bai Yao herself. Even if Bai Yao's craftsmanship is not the best, she feels very happy because it tastes like home.

She asked Bai Yao more than once, don't you feel tired?Until now, Sumanyu can't forget her appearance at that time, it was a faint, but full of satisfaction and love.

On that day, Lu Xiaofan was coming back after a business trip for half a month. Su Manyu and Jiang Yuchen looked at Bai Yao who was busy in the kitchen, and she suddenly thought of a question.

"Mom, why do you cook by yourself? Isn't there a servant at home?" Although she likes her mother's craftsmanship very much, Su Manyu thinks cooking is too difficult.After all, my mother is not a full-time wife, she has a job.If she has to cook at home after work every day, she should be very tired.

"What's the matter? Don't you like mother's craftsmanship?" Bai Yao asked jokingly while handling the ingredients in her hand.

Su Manyu quickly waved his hands and immediately expressed his love for his mother: "No, I'm just worried that my mother will feel tired. I really like the dishes made by my mother!"

When saying this, Su Manyu hugged Bai Yao's slender waist from behind coquettishly, and followed Bai Yao's movements like a pendant.Bai Yao patted the little hands on her waist, and said with satisfaction: "Cooking for the one I love is the happiest thing I do. How can I despise this and be tired?"

Sumanyu didn't take this seriously before, she never thought that the expression of loving someone needs to be expressed through such things.What if she can't cook?Can't you love someone else?
Looking at her daughter's face, Bai Yao knew that she didn't understand, but she didn't insist.After all, she is still young and has not experienced any emotions.But she wanted to tell her anyway, so she asked, "You still don't understand, do you?"

Seeing her daughter nodding repeatedly, Bai Yao smiled, stroked her head, and explained softly.

"Maybe one day, our little princess will meet a man who will let you cook for him willingly. At that time, you will understand."

For a long time, Su Manyu couldn't understand the meaning of Bai Yao's words, even after he and Fu Zichen were together, maybe she would sigh with emotion during the occasional meal, and once said that she would do it for him Cook.But she also knows that she has never cooked before, and she doesn't need to think about it to know how bad the craftsmanship is.Therefore, she only said it before, but Fu Zichen didn't mention it, so she never had the chance to realize it.

This evening, Sumanyu didn't know why, but suddenly remembered the conversation with her mother in the kitchen that afternoon.

Thinking of this, Su Manyu opened the door, hurried downstairs, and heard Mrs. Yu's voice coming from the kitchen. When she walked into the kitchen, she saw Mrs. Yu was wiping her hands in a hurry, as if she was about to start cooking tonight's dinner.Looking at the ingredients on the kitchen counter, Sumanyu smiled and said, "Today's dinner, let me make it."

"Huh?" Mrs. Yu was stunned.

Although Suman said she would cook, she had never done it and really didn't know how to do it.Mrs. Yu prepared a lot of fresh ingredients, almost everything she wanted, but Su Manyu just looked at it blankly, not knowing where to start.

Su Manyu stared at the pile of food in a daze. Mrs. Yu held back her smile, adjusted her expression, and walked in front of her: "Maybe Miss Su doesn't know what the young master likes to eat? How about I teach the young lady what the young master likes to eat?" your food?"

She did not directly say that Suman could not cook, but taught her to cook, and said politely that she probably could not cook Fu Zichen's favorite dishes. Her explanation completely saved the face of Suman, even though the two of them People actually know the truth.

"Okay, then thank you sister-in-law!" Su Manyu didn't refuse, knowing that sister-in-law Yu was saving face for herself, so she just accepted it.

So when Fu Zichen returned to the apartment, he saw the scene just now. A person who usually only eats but does not cook. Although she worked very hard, the result was still not satisfactory.

"Why don't you talk? Are you dumb from the pain?" Fu Zichen's tone became very bad because he was very worried.That's what he is, and if he doesn't care, he's probably mild at the moment.However, who made her move his heart now?

There is a saying that care leads to chaos, which fits Fu Zichen's current situation very well.

Hearing Fu Zichen's fierce voice, Su Manyu finally regained consciousness. She didn't know if it was because of the long time that her hands had almost no pain, but Fu Zichen's words scalded her heart.

Fu Zichen's tone really seemed to be worried about her, so could she expect something from him?

"I..." After holding back for a long time, Su Manyu still didn't know what to say now, and finally he could only say dryly: "It's okay, I don't hurt anymore." After speaking, he gently withdrew his hand.

With his palm empty, Fu Zichen was a little dazed, but he quickly covered it up and watched the thin stream of water quietly.After a long time, he reached out to turn off the faucet, raised his head, and looked at the woman with lowered eyes.

I don't know if it was because I understood what was in my heart that I didn't see her for a day, but Fu Zichen felt that he missed this woman very much.He wanted to hug her very much now, but he still held back when he heard her somewhat alienated words.

Forcing his eyes to leave the Suman language, Jun Lang frowned, and looked at Mrs. Yu who was standing aside, "What's going on?" The kitchen was as messy as it had been in a war.