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A week later, Jane Winnie's health improved, and she was discharged from the hospital and returned to the manor to continue recuperating. She was wearing a thick coat, and Wells carefully helped her out of the car. She glanced at a small three-story western-style building not far away. Walking over, under the warm sun, she seemed to be extraordinarily haggard, with pale and bloodless cheeks, although her figure was still as fat as before, but she still gave people the feeling of a fragile glass doll, very weak.

Wells held her waist and said softly, "Go slowly, don't worry."

Jane Winnie nodded with a smile. If she had doubts at first whether they were a real couple or not, now she fully believes it, because Wells has treated her meticulously since she was in the hospital. Taking care, from every bit of his behavior, she can see everything in her eyes, and she has no doubts at all. Not only have they been married for three years, but they must have been in love for many years.

She must have exhausted all the good luck in her life to meet such a good man, who is a perfect example, who treats her extremely tenderly, takes good care of her, accommodates her in everything, and never blushes at her The neck is too thick. This kind of man can't be found even with a lantern, but he just became her husband. God really loves her. He didn't blame her at all, on the contrary, he comforted her.

He said, as long as you are well, Winnie, the child is gone, we can ask for it again.

He said that we will live happily in the future and rely on each other to join hands for the rest of our lives.

"Ah..." Probably because she was thinking too much, suddenly, Jane Winnie frowned, and cried out uncomfortably, she looked down, only to find that her foot sprained at some point, and she felt pain spread quickly.

Wells bent down worriedly, lifted her foot gently, looked at her carefully, and asked, "Where is the sprain? Tell me where it hurts!"

Jane Winnie looked at him so nervous, then she smiled and leaned on his back, slowly put her arms around his neck, and murmured: "Although I'm not used to calling you husband yet, I will try my best to be a good wife, Give birth to children for you and form a happy little family, Wells, thank you for loving me so much!"

He just bent over, rubbed her ankles, and let her lie on his back, but he couldn't help but smile sweetly. He had been waiting for this sentence for many years, and now he finally got his wish. It seems that It was all worth it for what he did.

"Honey, get on your back, I'll carry you home." Wells patted her leg lightly, and then Jane Winnie jumped behind him on one foot, put her arms around his neck, and found a comfortable one Close your eyes and meditate.

"Wells, I'm so hungry and want to eat a lot of delicious food, can you make it for me?"

"Okay." He readily agreed without thinking.

Wells just carried her on his back like this, no matter how far the distance is or how heavy the person on his body is, in short, every step he takes now feels full of satisfaction.

Winnie, we'll be happy, trust me.Walking into the warm living room, it seems that every corner is festive, as if it has been carefully arranged. There is a big photo on the wall of the living room, which was taken by them in the lavender field before. It's an exaggeration, but every place is very warm, as if in this small western-style building, there are traces of their love.

Wells turned his head and looked at the person on his back, enjoying himself very much. He smiled and said, "Are you tired? Or, I'll carry you back to the room to sleep for a while. Can I wake you up?"

Jane Winnie pouted her lips and shook her head, then replied in a daze, "I don't want to go back to my room to sleep, let me sleep on the sofa for a while, they are calling me when the food is cooked."

Wells also accommodated her, asked the servant to bring a blanket, and let her take a nap on the sofa. He took a long breath, and when he was about to go to the kitchen, he heard the person on the sofa say something like this : "I want to eat dumplings stuffed with cabbage."

dumpling?

Wells vaguely felt a bit of a headache. How could he make dumplings? The chef at home cooks Western food, and the occasional Chinese food is simpler. He did learn cooking for her. But I don't know when Jane Winnie started to like dumplings!During this time in the manor, he never made dumplings at all!Doesn't she dislike eating buns?How can I like to eat dumplings!

Because Jane Winnie ordered to eat, Wells could only bite the bullet and cook. The chefs in the manor are all foreign, and no one knows how to make pasta. Every time he is at home, he basically takes care of cooking, and does not let the servants at all. People intervened just to seek peace of mind. To put it in a disguised form, it could be a pet, because he spoiled his mouth.As long as she said, he basically followed suit, which is a wish to fight and a wish to suffer.

Think about it, is there any man who can do what he does. He has always stretched out his clothes to eat and opened his mouth since he was a child, but for the sake of a woman's stomach, he is willing to go to learn cooking.

The man in the apron is always the most charming, with a tall and straight figure, shuttling through the kitchen, carefully washing every vegetable leaf, kneading the ashes calmly, and mixing the stuffing neatly.

After noon, Jane Winnie had a good night's sleep. When she opened her eyes and sat up from the sofa, she could smell the aroma of dumplings. She put on her coat in surprise, and ran to the kitchen impatiently looking for the scent, and quietly revealed With a small head, he saw a certain man carefully putting the dumplings in the pot onto a large plate, and then stirred the soup in the pot, and when he was sure that he was done, Wells turned around and saw the thief Xixi's little head quickly retracted.

He untied the apron with a chuckle, put it aside, walked towards the door lightly, and fished out the hiding person with a big palm, "Wake up and wait for me at the dining table, the kitchen smells heavy , you are not allowed to come here in the future, do you hear me!"

Jane Winnie smiled, her small eyes peeked at the kitchen, and said happily: "Then I'm hungry, are you ready?"

"Okay, wait for me at the table." Wells scratched her nose dotingly.

Jane Winnie walked to the dining table happily, and Wells then asked the servant to bring out the dumplings and soup. Seeing the white and plump dumplings, she couldn't help but pick up the chopsticks, and put one in her mouth to taste.

"Don't rush to eat, warm your stomach first." Wells put the soup in front of her.

When she picked up the bowl with a smile, she suddenly hesitated, then put down the bowl in her hand, looked at Wells and said, "Wells, why do I always feel that this scene seems familiar?"

Wells acted very naturally, without panic at all, "Because we used to eat like this, what questions do you have?"

"Oh." She responded, then picked up the dumpling and stretched it out to Wells' mouth, "Did I feed you so often before?"

Wells frowned and didn't open his mouth for a long time, because the thing he didn't like to eat the most was cabbage. He had tried his best to bear it when he first made dumplings, but now he still wants him to eat. Death is no different.

"You eat, I'm just full." He tactfully refused, then pushed her hand back to her mouth.

Jane Winnie was obviously a little unhappy, but pouted her mouth unhappy, biting the dumplings bit by bit, Wells pretended not to see her, leaving her alone at the dining table, and left to go to the study to deal with work.

Seeing his leaving back, Jian Winni had no appetite at all, put down her chopsticks, and lay down on the table in a daze.

Didn't they say that they used to feed each other like this?Doesn't he like it now?But she obviously felt it, as if she had done it often before, why did Wells refuse?Could it be that she is still blaming her for the accidental miscarriage?

Jane Winnie didn't think much, wiped her mouth, and walked to the place where he left just now. She hesitated for a long time at the door of the study, and finally chose to knock on the door, and walked in slowly. Wells in front of the desk, a Looking at the document in his hand seriously, he subconsciously looked up after sensing someone approaching him.

"Why are you here? Didn't you just say you were hungry?"

Jane Winnie flattened her aggrieved mouth, looked like she was about to cry, and said weakly, "Wells, are you still angry with me!"

Wells quickly closed the folder in his hand, turned around the chair, took a tissue, walked towards her, and sighed softly: "What are you thinking, there is nothing."

With tears in her eyes, she raised her head to meet Wells' distressed eyes, and asked, "You said you were not angry with me, otherwise why would you leave me alone? I am obviously the kind of person we used to be very close to Feeling, why are you rejecting now!"

Wells rubbed his aching temple and explained helplessly, "Yes, we used to feed you a lot, but I refused you not because I was angry with you, but because I don't like cabbage. .”

What?Don't like cabbage?

Sure enough, Jane Winnie withdrew her tears, hugged his waist, and murmured: "How is it possible, I have a feeling of deja vu, it must be right, I must have made dumplings for you, otherwise I would never do this explain!"

Well, Wells was completely speechless.

From tomorrow onwards, he must overcome the habit of not liking cabbage, and treat all her habits as his own, no matter good or bad, only in this way will she feel at ease, and will not be as uneasy as she is now.

Cabbage, cabbage, why do you make things difficult for a man like me!

I hope, he can stop it by doing this, the 5.00% chance will come, it's good as it is now, living their little life comfortably, she always depends on him.

Obviously knowing that some habits cannot be changed, then he has become some habits that cannot be changed, and will always accommodate her.