The new contract wife was pregnant and fled

When Fu Chenlie entered the restaurant with two cups of hot milk, Wen Ran looked up at him; "When did you learn to cook? The dishes you cook these few times taste very good."

The man glanced at her and said nothing.

He walked up to her and put the milk in her hand: "Drink it while it's hot."

"Thank you."

"I've eaten it several times, and I just spoke my mind today?"

Wen Ran was stunned for a moment before realizing that this was an answer to her question just now, her lips parted and closed: "I didn't care before, so I didn't ask."

Fu Chenlie got to the bottom of it: "Why do you suddenly care about it now?"

"Because I suddenly feel that being pestered by Mr. Fu during this period of time is not bad, so I even want to know more about you."

"I see."

She pursed her lips and took a sip of the milk in her hand.

A little hot, but not too hot.

He has a good handle on the temperature.

The man had already walked across from her, and when he was seated, his deep and cold voice sounded again: "After you left, I wanted to eat the food you cooked before, but I couldn't. I bought the ingredients you used and learned how to eat them." You used to cook in the kitchen, trying to make the original taste, but nothing seemed right, but after trying more times, you naturally figured out some tricks, and the taste gradually improved."

Wen Ran didn't expect to get such an answer.

She lowered her head and ate in silence.

Fu Chenlie was still immersed in the memories just now, seeing her avoiding talking about it, he added: "Although my cooking skills have improved, the meals I cook are not the ones I sat in the restaurant with you and ate together. smell."

Wen Ran's eyes moved slightly.

It's not that the dishes are not the taste of her cooking, it's that he is in a different mood.

He didn't want to eat her cooking at all, but wanted to see her, and wanted to go back to the old life with her.

The man looked at her: "Wen Ran, when grandma wakes up and is discharged from the hospital, can you make me another meal?"

"sure."

"Really?"

Wen Ran said "hmm": "Of course it's true if I agreed, why did I lie to you?"

Fu Chenlie chuckled, stared into her eyes and said, "I've been rejected by you too many times, so when I agreed, I subconsciously felt unreal."

The latter pursed his lips: "Hurry up and eat."

"it is good."

The restaurant was quiet again.

After dinner, on the way Fu Chenlie sent Wen Ran to the hospital, the cell phone on the central control rang.

He glanced at the caller ID—

Second uncle.

"Help me answer the phone and press speakerphone." The man said.

Wen Ran did so.

After the call was connected, he said in a deep voice, "Second Uncle, what's the matter?"

"It's like this, Ariel, Yueyue is getting engaged on Saturday, and she's at Jiangcheng International Hotel. Are you free on Saturday?"

"Not sure yet."

Fu Boyuan's deep voice came over: "If you have time, you should go too. After all, she is your younger sister. Engagement is also an important day. It's not good for an older brother to be absent."

Wen Ran felt that what Fu Boyuan said made sense.

She looked at the man in the driver's seat and heard him say, "Okay, I'll definitely go there when I have time."

The other party spoke again: "I heard that you and Wen Ran have gotten very close recently, and you also have a child. If she is willing, she can bring her here together."

Take her there?

Wen Ran didn't know whether it was suitable for her to go.

The man who was driving turned his head and glanced at her. When her eyes met, she wanted to shake her head and refuse, but the man had already withdrawn his gaze.

She thought to herself—

It's over. It's over.

He must agree for her.

Just as Wen Ran was about to sigh, he heard Fu Chenlie say: "I will invite her, but whether to agree or not is up to her own decision."