I almost touched the moon

After he left, Si Yao "tsk tsk" twice, revealing a regretful expression: "I'm so heartbroken. I hate to see handsome guys sad."

"Analyze your data." Wen Song said with a smile, "How about I introduce him to you?"

"No, no." Si Yao said immediately, "Professor, do you think I have time for a relationship?"

Soon, there was another knock on the office door. Si Yao half-jokingly said, "Dr. Hohenlohe is not giving up and is coming back to pursue you, right?"

"Impossible." Wen Song immediately said "Come in" and said to Si Yao, "It should be Cheng Che."

Sure enough, Cheng Che opened the door and walked in as soon as she finished speaking. He looked at her and asked with a smile, "Professor Iseylia, how did you get this job? I didn't expect you to do that."

(Professor Iseylia, is it time to leave work? I'll take you home.)

Wen Song saved the document, put the computer in his bag and said, "Okay, let's go."

Si Yao looked at Cheng Che, smiled and sent a WhatsApp message to Wen Song, saying, "I think Master is more handsome. I prefer Asian looks. European looks are not appealing to me."

Wen Song also replied with [same].

Then he said to Si Yao: "I'm gonna leave, are you also leaving now? We can drive you back home."

(I'm leaving now. Do you want to leave too? We can drive you home.)

Si Yao shook his head and said, "No, I wanna finish the analysis tonight. Bye Professor, I'll lock the door."

(No, I want to finish the analysis tonight. Goodbye, Professor. I'll lock the door.)

Wen Song nodded and said "ok, bye", preparing to leave with Cheng Che.

Si Yao also waved and said to Cheng Che very obediently, "Goodbye, Master."

"What did you call me?" Cheng Che was surprised and surprised to hear this name. He smiled and said, "Master?"

"Yes." Si Yao nodded and said, "My mentor's husband, if you don't like it, I won't call him that anymore."

"No, no, no." Cheng Che said quickly, "I like it very much, thank you."

Then he took Wen Song's hand and said, "Let's go home. I made some soup. What else do you want to eat? I bought a fresh grouper today, and some freshly cut beef. Let's go home and make a porridge hot pot, okay?"

"Okay." Wen Song also smiled and took his arm, "I haven't eaten porridge-based hotpot for a long time."

If Si Yao found Cheng Che's surprise upon hearing the word "Master" understandable, her jaw dropped when he gently asked Wen Song what she wanted to eat for dinner and said he had prepared some soup for her.

She could never have imagined that Cheng Che, the most outstanding freestyle skier in Asia and even the world, and two-time Winter Olympic champion, would actually be a househusband cooking at home.

Si Yao was surprised while sorting out the data, and said to herself, it turns out that women should have their own careers. As long as they are good enough, no matter how handsome a guy or Olympic champion he is, it will be theirs.

After getting in the car, Cheng Che did not drive away immediately. Instead, he put his arm around Wen Song's waist and asked, "Just now I saw a very handsome German boy coming out of Professor Iseylia's office in a daze. What happened? Did you fail him again?"

"How is that possible?" Wen Song quickly denied, "I'm such a kind person, I rarely fail them, okay? The handsome boy you mentioned is a doctor at TUM, he is not my student at all."

Cheng Che immediately understood who it was, and suddenly felt a sense of triumph and said, "Then I know. A Xuan told me that there was a doctor from TUM who had been pursuing you for a long time. He also said that the man was more handsome than me. He is indeed very handsome, and he is your type."

Wen Song knew that he was starting to act childish again, so he pinched his face and said with a hint of mischief, "Yes, and he also studied architecture, and he can ski, and he's pretty good at it, just like me."

"You have a PhD in architecture, and you can ski." Cheng Che said with a smile, "Baby, you are very specific in the type you like, but I doubt you can ski well."

"What?" Wen Song pretended to be angry, glanced at him and said, "Are you saying that my skiing skills are terrible?"

"Of course not." Cheng Che said immediately, "My wife's skiing skills are definitely the best among amateurs, but what I mean is that she is definitely not as good as me at skiing, so it's impossible for you to find someone who can completely replace me."

"So stupid, really so stupid." Wen Song couldn't help but sighed, "He's not my type. If he was, you wouldn't have had a chance to succeed. Go home quickly, I'm so tired."

Cheng Che also laughed, knowing that Wen Song was just joking with him, and said while driving: "But today your RA called me Master, I am so happy."

"Why?" Wen Song asked in confusion, "I thought you would be unhappy. You are the best skier in the world, you have won two gold medals and one silver medal in two Winter Olympics, and you have won so many World Cup and World Championship titles. But she calls you Master, just treating you as Professor Iseylia's husband. Don't you think it's disrespectful to you as a person?"

Cheng Che smiled and shook his head and said, "Of course not. No matter how successful I am outside, no matter how many gold medals I have won, at home I am just your husband. This is great. I don't feel disrespected at all. Besides, not everyone can be Professor Iseylia's husband. The competitive pressure is no less than that of a Winter Olympics gold medal!"

"I know, as long as you are happy."

Wen Song looked at the sunset outside the window. The sky was dyed orange-pink by the sunset glow, and the sky was clear. Suddenly, a word flashed through his mind, "The years are quiet and good."

She turned her head and looked at Cheng Che and suggested, "Ah Che, I don't have classes on Wednesday, let's go skiing at Kitzsteinhorn. It's been a long time since I skied with you."

It’s been so long. The last time I went skiing with Cheng Che was actually five years ago.

Cheng Che immediately agreed to her request and said to her, "Okay, as long as you are free, we can go anytime."

When they got home, Cheng Che said mysteriously, "Baby, there's a little kid at home. Don't be too surprised when you see him. I hope you'll like him."

"Who is it?" Wen Song asked curiously, "Is it Xixi? I ​​haven't seen her for a long time."

"No." Cheng Che shook his head, parked the car in the garage, opened the door for her, held her hand and said, "You'll know when we get home."

When she got home, Wen Song didn't see any children at all. She asked curiously, "What on earth is this? You don't have a child with someone else, do you? Don't scare me, or I'll throw you into the lake to feed the swans."

"What nonsense are you talking about! It's absolutely impossible!"

Cheng Che quickly denied it, not daring to hide it from her anymore. He took her around the living room and said with a frown, "Strange, I clearly put her on the sofa before I left, how come she's gone? She was a very cute little girl."

After searching under the coffee table and sofa again, he finally found it. He took the "little friend" out from under the coffee table, and Wen Song saw that it was actually a black and white striped American shorthair cheese cat. It looked only a little over a month old, and was no bigger than Cheng Che's palm.

"So cute!" Wen Song took the kitten from his hand with surprise, touched its fur and said, "It's really cute, so small, and so well-behaved. Did you buy it? It's so cute, I like kittens the most."

"Not exactly bought." Cheng Che shook his head and said, "My friend's American Shorthair gave birth to kittens and asked me if I wanted one. I thought you like cats, so I took one from him. It's a female kitten, just 45 days old, with a birthday on March 3. She's already been vaccinated and is very healthy now. Do you like it?"

"I like it very much." Wen Song couldn't help hugging the kitten and rubbing it, and said excitedly, "I like cats the most, but when I was alone before, it was already very difficult for me to survive, and I had no energy to raise a cat. I also don't want to hire a nanny or something, because that would lose the fun of raising a cat. But I really like cats, thank you, husband."

"I know you like it, so I brought it back for you." Cheng Che rarely saw her so ecstatic, and he was also very happy. He walked up to her and gently hugged her and said, "Don't worry, I'll be here to take care of her for you. It's easy to raise a cat, and you don't have to walk her. Give her a name, what do you want to call her?"

"How about seysey?" Wen Song suggested, "sey from iseylia, or cece will work, the pronunciations are similar anyway. And the first letter of your name is also cc, so let's call it cece."

Cheng Che immediately said, "Okay, let's call her Cece."

Then he stroked the kitten's head and said, "Cece, call me mom, I'm dad."

The kitten actually meowed, opened its eyes, and licked Wen Song's hand.

Wen Song couldn't help but exclaimed, hugged Cece and said, "Oh my god, how can it be so cute? I want to hold it to sleep at night, you sleep in the guest room."

"What?" Cheng Che blinked in confusion, "There's no place for me? We can sleep together."

Wen Song also laughed and said to him, "I'm just kidding. Let's sleep together, but you are not allowed to crush it. It's really cute. I'm going to buy it some snacks and make it fat and white. Do you know Zhang Yue's cat? Her cat is really, really, really fat, as fat as a pig. I want to make Cece fat too."

"Okay." Cheng Che took out a piece of cat milk cake and handed it to her, saying, "I bought some. You feed it first. I'll go cook."