After the flash marriage, the fierce Jiuye kissed and hugged every day

Wen Zhihe went shopping with her grandma today and bought a lot of things, including food, drinks, and various styles of clothes, bags and shoes.

Four or five cars were filled.

And all of these were bought for her alone.

Her grandmother doted on her very much and wanted to give her all the good things.

Just now, the old lady pulled Wen Zhihe and wanted her to go to the 4S store and choose a car she liked.

However, Wen Zhihe refused to go in and declined the old man's kindness.

Grandma has bought her enough things.

The luxury cars in that store looked very expensive.

She couldn't have it anymore.

Adding the clothes Fu Yuheng bought for her and the clothes her grandmother bought for her, together they are enough for her to wear for a lifetime.

There are simply too many and they are too expensive.

Grandma was so good to her that Wen Zhihe didn't know how to repay her.

The old lady walked in front with Wen Zhihe, and a dozen servants followed behind with various packaging bags of different sizes.

As soon as she entered the hall, the old lady smelled a burnt odor.

Then, I heard, "Ah! There's a fire! Quick, put out the fire!!"

Mrs. Meng's face and body were covered in black. She ran out of the kitchen, shouting loudly. If you didn't know, you would have thought she was going to dig coal.

Mrs. Meng was extremely sad, she knew that she couldn't leave the young master alone in the kitchen.

If not, the kitchen will really be scrapped.

The old lady and Wen Zhihe saw Mrs. Meng running out and hurried forward, "Mrs. Meng, what's going on?"

"Oh, old lady, young lady, you are finally back. The young master is in the kitchen..."

Mrs. Meng hadn't finished her words yet.

Wen Zhihe first heard that Fu Yuheng was still in the kitchen, and now the kitchen was on fire.

Without saying a word, she picked up the fire extinguisher in Mrs. Meng's hand and rushed into the smoking kitchen.

Before the old lady could come to her senses, she saw Wen Zhihe rushing into the kitchen. She shouted anxiously, "Child!"

The old lady was worried and hurriedly ordered, "Quick, go and save the young lady!"

The servants all ran into the kitchen with fire extinguishers.

The whole hall was in chaos.

Wen Zhihe was worried about Fu Yuheng's safety. Without caring about anything else, she ran into the kitchen and saw that familiar figure standing there, "Fu Yuheng!"

Wen Zhihe's eyes were almost blocked by the smoke, and she kept coughing, then sprayed wildly at the flaming gas stove.

The whole room was decorated like a fairy cultivation place, filled with smoke. If you didn't know, you would think they were refining some kind of elixir.

The servant came in and hurried to rescue the kitchen.

Wen Zhihe looked at the man in front of her. His hair, face, and body were all the same color: black.

Are they going to blow up the mountain?

It was like this, she almost didn't recognize herself.

Wen Zhihe was extremely worried, afraid that something might happen to him, and asked hurriedly, "How are you? Are you okay?"

Pulling his hand, "Come on, follow me out first."

Fu Yuheng's unfinished egg fried rice was still in the pot. "My egg fried rice."

Wen Zhihe pulled Fu Yuheng out of the kitchen abruptly, "Hey, forget about the fried rice, come out quickly."

It’s already this late, and you’re still thinking about fried rice.

My life is almost gone.

After some intense and vigorous cleaning, the kitchen was finally restored.

The old lady looked at her grandson and said, "Yuheng, what's wrong with you again?"

How come after not seeing him for a while, her unlucky grandson almost set the kitchen on fire.

She made her face look dark, and her hair is newly permed?

The old lady got angry when she saw this unlucky grandson who caused her so much trouble.

The old lady's eyes stayed on Wen Zhihe next to her. She checked her granddaughter-in-law's condition first and asked worriedly, "Zhizhi, are you okay?"

Wen Zhihe shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

Shouldn’t grandma ask her grandson first?

Fu Yuheng has become like this.

Grandma didn't seem too worried.

Isn't this her grandson?

Wen Zhihe's little head has a big question mark? ?

Fu Yuheng tried to make fried rice with egg three times, but it was not successful every time.

He has failed time and time again, and now he has failed in front of his wife. He is too embarrassed to face people.

His self-esteem was frustrated again and again, and he just wanted to make a delicious fried rice for his wife. Why is it so difficult?

That’s three times!

Not successful yet!

Fu Yuheng lowered his head and said nothing.

Wen Zhihe took Fu Yuheng back to the bedroom on the second floor.

Change those dirty clothes first.

The kitchen had been cleaned up by the servants and restored to its original state.

In the bedroom.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, Fu Yuheng sat on the edge of the bed with his head hung, not saying a word.

Wen Zhihe looked at him, walked up to him, squatted down, and looked at him, "What's wrong? Why don't you say anything? By the way, why did you suddenly remember to go to the kitchen to cook today?"

Fu Yuheng felt too ashamed to see his wife.

His wife must dislike him for being stupid and not being able to cook.

He still wanted to pursue her, but in the end, he couldn't even make a dish of fried rice with egg.

Fu Yuheng doesn't care about what other people think, but he cares a lot about Wen Zhihe's thoughts.

He was afraid that his wife would dislike and hate him.

Fu Yuheng's nose felt sore, and his eyelashes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, "Zhizhi, I'm sorry."

Wen Zhihe looked at him puzzledly and asked, "Why do you want to say sorry to me?"

Fu Yuheng felt a little disappointed, tears welled up in his eyes, and he said aggrievedly, "I wanted to make egg fried rice for you, but it didn't work."

When Wen Zhihe heard this, his heart trembled suddenly.

He messed up the kitchen like this today just because he wanted to make fried rice for her!

Wen Zhihe really didn't expect that he would actually make fried rice for her.

She couldn't help but feel warm in her heart.

Looking at Fu Yuheng now, he looks so obedient and soft, and inexplicably a little cute.

Wen Zhihe's heart softened.

This guy is like a vixen at one moment, alluring and seductive, and at another moment, he is like a child, obedient, soft, cute and adorable.

Who could have imagined that the cold-blooded King of Hell had such a lovely side.

However, he only gives this cute and adorable appearance to Wen Zhihe in this life.

When facing other people, he still looks cold, unkind, and ruthless.

"You don't have to apologize to me. You didn't do anything wrong. Ah Heng, thank you for making egg fried rice for me. I'm very happy, so you don't have to blame yourself for not doing it well."

Fu Yuheng asked cautiously, his eyes full of grievance, afraid that his wife would dislike him, "Then you won't dislike me?"

Wen Zhihe responded with a gentle smile, "How could that be? I don't dislike you."

He is so outstanding, how could she dislike him?

But cooking might not really be his forte.

Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses, and he is no exception.

Fu Yuheng's originally dim eyes suddenly sparkled with starlight as he stared at her, "Really?"

Wen Zhihe stood up and said seriously, "Well, don't worry, I won't dislike you."

Fu Yuheng raised the corners of his mouth, put his arms around her waist, buried his head in her abdomen, and said softly, "Zhizhi, you are so nice~"