She returned from a flash marriage, and many people in Beijing were a little panicked

Tang Xin and Long Xiaohan returned home after being chased away by Old Man Long.

After entering the door, Tang Xin suddenly thought of Lei Lingfeng and said, "By the way, Brother Feng has moved away."

Long Xiaohan nodded: "Yes, I know."

Tang Xin looked at him: "Sure enough."

Long Xiaohan asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"

Tang Xin pointed to the door opposite: "Are you the original owner of the house opposite?"

Long Xiaohan did not answer but asked: "Why do you ask that?"

Tang Xin: "Because you weren't surprised when I said Brother Feng moved away."

Long Xiaohan replied calmly: "He sent me a message when he moved out. This is basic etiquette, okay?"

Tang Xin still insisted: "The decoration of the house opposite is exactly the same as yours, is it also a coincidence?"

Long Xiaohan's expression remained calm. "Could it be that this is from the same designer and the same decoration company?"

Tang Xin felt that it seemed to make sense.

In order to save trouble, the designer used the same design drawing for two houses with exactly the same layout. As long as the homeowner has no objection, the decoration company will naturally be happy to do so.

Moreover, Long Xiaohan obviously doesn't have very high demands on quality of life, so this kind of thing is very possible.

Tang Xin didn't dwell on this issue anymore. Anyway, the house opposite was hers now.

"Okay, whatever you say is fine. I'm going to go upstairs and take a shower first."

Long Xiaohan nodded: "Okay, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll go cook."

Tang Xin shook her head: "I don't have much appetite, I'll just cook some noodles."

Tang Xin adapted quickly and seemed to have long been accustomed to the lifestyle of Long Xiaohan cooking and her eating.

When she finished her shower, changed her clothes and went downstairs, Long Xiaohan had just put the food on the table.

When Long Xiaohan saw her, he immediately frowned, turned around, walked into the bathroom, and took out a hair dryer.

"How many times have I told you to blow dry your hair after taking a shower? Otherwise, you'll get a headache."

Tang Xin shook her wet hair nonchalantly: "It's still early for bedtime. My hair is short anyway, so it's fine to wait for it to dry naturally."

Long Xiaohan pulled Tang Xin to sit on the sofa, turned on the hair dryer to blow her hair, and when he inserted his fingers into her hair, he suddenly asked, "When did you start cutting your hair short?"

Tang Xin was slightly stunned, then said: "It's been five or six years, short hair is more convenient."

Long Xiaohan's fingers paused for a moment, then he continued to blow her hair quietly. After her hair was dry, he spoke again: "You should grow your hair longer in the future. You will look better with long hair."

After saying that, he turned around to put away the hair dryer.

Tang Xin stroked her short hair, recalling his words "You look better with long hair!"

long hair?

Does he remember what she looked like with long hair?

But she was sure that she didn't look good at that time, it was even her most embarrassed and ugliest moment.

She shook her head and walked over to the dining table and sat down.

Long Xiaohan did make noodles for Tang Xin, but he also made a few of her favorite side dishes.

"You've been accompanying your grandfather in the hospital recently, and you haven't been eating or sleeping well. I can cook you a meal today if I have time, or make you some dishes that are easy to eat."

Tang Xin smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Young Master Liu."

Long Xiaohan reached out and stroked the top of Tang Xin's head: "Isn't it your duty to cook for your wife? It's not hard work at all, why bother to thank me."

Tang Xin shrank his neck somewhat unnaturally.

This guy, the more my wife calls him, the more comfortable it becomes.

Also, the more I touch my head, the more comfortable I feel.

Long Xiaohan glanced at Tang Xin who was feeling awkward there, and couldn't help but smile.

"Try this noodle, the sauce is specially made for you."

Tang Xin took a bite and found it had a light spicy taste with a hint of sweet and sour. The taste was very unique.

“Mmm, this tastes very special.”

"If you like spicy food but can't handle it too spicy, sweet and sour can alleviate the stimulation of the taste buds brought by the spiciness, and it should be much more comfortable to eat."

Tang Xin nodded: "Yeah, it's delicious."

Long Xiaohan looked at her lovingly: "If you like it, I'll make it for you next time."

Tang Xin met Long Xiaohan's gentle gaze that made her feel uneasy, and quickly dodged it: "Eat quickly, or the noodles will clump up in a while."

After finishing the meal, Tang Xin was about to get up and clean up to wash the dishes, but Long Xiaohan pulled her back and said, "I'll do it. You go over there and rest."

Tang Xin couldn't help but say, "I don't cook, and I don't clean up or wash the dishes. Do you really think I'm a lazy person?"

In the past, when the whole family was at home, although there were servants at home, the mother insisted that the four of them take turns washing dishes, saying that this was the only way to have a homey feeling and that the housework should be shared appropriately by the four of them.

Later, when her mother passed away, she began to study medicine with Gu Yi and seldom ate at home. When she did eat at home occasionally, her brother would rush to wash the dishes.

Later, her father and brother were also gone, and when she had a home again, she lived with the old man and Feng Ge. However, the old man’s philosophy was to spend time on more important things, and these small household chores should be left to the servants.

Now there are no servants in her and Long Xiaohan's home, and Long Xiaohan has always been doing the housework. Since they will live together in the future, she can't always refrain from doing housework.

Long Xiaohan said, "I didn't marry you to let you do housework. I am willing to do these things, and I am willing to pamper you."

After saying that, he picked up the dishes and went into the kitchen.

Tang Xin looked at Long Xiaohan's back and felt a slight warmth flow through her heart.

Long Xiaohan is indeed a very good man. He doesn't engage in empty romance, nor does he do anything earth-shattering, but he does every little thing meticulously, and every little bit of it is good for her.

Maybe she really made the right choice in her life, and it would be nice to spend her life with a man like this.

After washing the dishes, Long Xiaohan brought out a plate of cherries.

"I saw that you liked cherries, so I asked my comrade-in-arms to send some from his hometown. The cherries from their hometown are the most delicious."

Tang Xin looked at a plate of red cherries and couldn't help but recall the time when they ate cherries together.

Seeing Tang Xin staring at the cherries in a daze, Long Xiaohan picked up one and handed it to her: "What? What are you thinking about?"

Tang Xin's face suddenly turned red, and more details emerged.

Then he quickly took the cherry and put it in his mouth.

"I'm not thinking about anything. I'll eat it myself. You don't have to worry about me. You can eat it too."

Long Xiaohan saw Tang Xin's slightly red cheeks and smiled.

His young wife is becoming more and more interesting. This kind of Tang Xin is much more interesting than that cold Tang Xin.

The two of them ate some fruit and chatted for a while, and then it was ten o'clock.

Tang Xin finally couldn't sit still anymore, so she stood up and said, "I'm going upstairs to sleep."

She went upstairs, and Long Xiaohan packed up the fruit plate and followed her upstairs.

When he reached the door of the master bedroom, he took a deep breath, unlocked the door and walked in.

Tang Xin had already gotten into bed and rolled into the quilt. Just as she was about to turn off the light, Long Xiaohan suddenly came in. She was startled: "You, do you have anything else to do?"

Long Xiaohan walked to the bedside naturally and said, "It's okay, go to sleep."

Tang Xin immediately tightened her grip on the quilt: "Brother Feng and Grandpa are not here, why are you still..."

Long Xiaohan turned his head to look at her, smiling faintly: "Since the second bedroom is occupied by grandpa, I naturally can't live there. Grandpa is so smart, he will find out if someone has lived there. As for the study... you can't always let me sleep on the folding bed, right? After all, we are already husband and wife! What do you think?"