The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

Speaking of the past, Fu Chenlie coughed lightly: "I used to be young and didn't understand many things, but it's different now. After remarrying with me, Vice President Wen always felt that being Mrs. Fu at the age of 20 and Mrs. Fu at the age of 22 are very different. difference."

Wen Ran first nodded decently.

Then looking at him, he chuckled directly: "It's such a big cake, it's enough to save dinner."

Hearing this, Fu Chenlie completely understood——

Persuasion failed.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and remained silent.

……

Wen Ran originally thought that Fu Chenlie would cook a few dishes for dinner and then make a soup.

however--

She didn't realize that there were two bowls of noodles on the table after he called her to eat and arrived at the restaurant.

There is also an inexplicable sense of familiarity here.

Wen Ran looked at him: "Shall we eat noodles?"

The latter raised his eyebrows: "Why, don't you like it?"

"No, you cooked for me and Little Lemon before, it seems that you haven't made noodles."

"Well, today's noodles are made for the first time. I use the ingredients you made for me before. I want to try it. After you became my girlfriend, this bowl of noodles is the same as when you were my wife five years ago. Not the same."

Before she thought of—

Fu Chenlie said that after she left Jiangcheng, he imitated her and cooked in the kitchen, but the taste was not the same as when he was with her.

Wen Ran made a clear "Oh".

She picked up the chopsticks and lowered her head to eat the noodles.

The taste is quite good, the sweetness and saltiness are moderate, and even the texture of the noodles is just right. It can be seen that when cooking the noodles, his timing is just right.

This is not the first time you can make noodles.

Fu Chenlie also lowered his head to eat the noodles.

Wen Ran watched him stare blankly, and asked casually, "Is it the same?"

The man looked up, met her gaze, and said nothing.

She frowned and asked, "Is it the same?"

"Different."

"I eat almost."

Fu Chenlie said seriously: "The smell of a girlfriend is somewhat different from that of a wife."

Wen Ran, "..."

He really knows how to do it.

Is this a fancy reminder to remarry?

There is no need to answer these words, Wen Ran pretended not to hear, and continued to eat with his head down, nodding in praise while eating: "It's delicious."

The man on the opposite side of the restaurant looked at her satisfied face, the corners of his lips slightly curled up, and he didn't mention the remarriage again.

After dinner.

Wen Ran randomly found a variety show in the living room to watch.

After Fu Chenlie cleaned up the kitchen, he entered the living room, walked to her side and sat down naturally: "What time do you plan to go to bed?"

go to bed?

Was it the one she thought was sleeping?

Wen Ran pursed her lips: "Go to bed if you're sleepy, maybe ten o'clock?"

"Ah."

"What about you?"

She glanced at him: "Is there no work to deal with today?"

The latter said four words preciously: "Sunday rest."

"Is there any temporary work?"

"No."

Wen Ran said "Oh": "Then... let's watch TV together for a while."

He didn't agree or refuse, and commented for no reason: "The variety show you watch is not nutritious."

"Watching TV is for relaxation, no nutrition is needed."

"A nutritious program can also be relaxing."

She turned her head to look at him, and said with a half-smile: "I know that I am not in the same realm as Mr. Fu, so there is a high probability that I don't like the nutritious and relaxing programs that Mr. Fu said."

"I haven't said what it is yet? How do you know you don't like it?"

"Then what do you say?"

The man stared at her with a deep meaning: "There is a relatively open love variety show abroad, are you interested?"