Divorce tonight, I will turn around and marry a top boss for the second time

In the living room, Zhou Junjie was eating a sweet cake, but his eyes couldn't help but glance towards the kitchen.

The man was lowering his head at the moment, and even from a distance, one could clearly see the man's gentle whispering expression.

Looking at the two people standing side by side, who seemed to be a perfect match, he felt a bitterness in his heart, which even the sweet cream could not suppress in the slightest.

But when he thought that his brother was cooking for him, Zhou Junjie's mood instantly turned from cloudy to sunny.

The aroma of food soon wafted into the room. Zhou Junjie's nose twitched and his peach blossom eyes sparkled.

Nancy was currently helping her daughter Zhou Anan with the handicraft homework assigned by the kindergarten. Zhou Junjie suddenly had an idea and went to the kitchen.

"It smells so good, is it time to eat now?"

He moved closer to Zhou Jinfan, looked at his shoulders touching his brother's, and the smile on his lips deepened.

Seeing him coming, Zhou Jinfan frowned slightly and warned in a low voice: "Zhou Junjie, pay attention to your words and actions. If you can't do it, just pack up and go back to Kyoto."

The man's deep voice was still as gentle and pleasant as the spring breeze, but it carried an undisguised warning and alienation.

Zhou Junjie's heart, which had been secretly jumping for joy, instantly cooled down at this moment.

He pursed his lips and said with a gloomy expression: "Okay."

The last dish was cooked. Zhou Jinfan took off his apron, wiped his hands, and walked to the living room with the dish.

Zhou Junjie looked at the colorful and delicious steamed fish in front of him, quickly calmed down and curled the corners of his lips.

It doesn’t matter, he already lives with his brother, and his brother will see him sooner or later!

He picked up the plate of fish and wanted to go to the living room.

However, as soon as his hand touched the edge of the plate, he pulled it back because he was burned.

With a clang, the plate fell back and the soup inside splashed out, getting everywhere.

Hearing the noise, Zhou Jinfan and Nancy walked in together.

"What's wrong?" Nancy asked.

Zhou Junjie turned around and smiled sheepishly: "It's okay, it's just that the plate is a little hot. I'll be more careful next time."

Hearing this, Nancy stepped forward and said, "I'm glad you're okay. You can go out first. We'll do it."

Zhou Jinfan just glanced at him lightly without saying anything. He picked up a pair of tongs, put them on the edge of the plate, and carried it out.

Zhou Junjie was a little surprised. He didn't expect it to be like this.

As soon as Nancy saw his expression, she knew that this noble young master had probably never been into the kitchen, so she was surprised by these basic daily props.

"Let's eat." Nancy put down her bowl and chopsticks and said.

Zhou Jinfan sat down, picked up the fish, picked out the bones, and put it into Nancy and Zhou Anan's bowls respectively.

Zhou Anan smiled and picked up a piece of food for her father: "Dad, eat too."

A gentle smile appeared on Zhou Jinfan's handsome face: "Thank you, An An."

The smile was so warm and gentle that Zhou Junjie couldn't help but be dazzled.

He tightened his grip on the chopsticks and hurriedly lowered his eyes to hide his emotions, but his heart was already bubbling with sourness.

His brother was always on guard against him and never smiled at him like that.

Seeing that he was only eating rice absentmindedly without picking up any vegetables, Nancy said, "Junjie, is the food not to your liking?"

"Hmm? Sorry, I was just lost in thought. The food is delicious, I love it."

After saying that, he picked up the dishes and began to eat attentively.

After dinner, Zhou Junjie took the initiative to wash the dishes. He put on the apron that Zhou Jinfan had worn and stood by the sink to wash the dishes.

Although Zhou Junjie said before he moved in that he could take care of all the housework, how could Nancy have the nerve to actually let him do it?

Just as she was about to step forward and tell Zhou Junjie not to do this, a warm big hand grabbed her wrist.

Nancy looked back puzzledly: "Husband, what's wrong?"

Zhou Jinfan smiled and said, "Nancy, let him go and wash, otherwise he might feel uncomfortable."

Nancy was stunned. She hadn't thought of this.

After thinking about it, she felt that what Jin Fan said made sense. They might have to live together for a while in the future, and it would not be appropriate to be so polite every day.

"You're right, but he is the young master of the Zhou family after all. If the Zhou family knew about this, would they..."

"No, look at this Young Master Zhou, isn't he enjoying it too?"

Nancy looked back at the kitchen and saw that Zhou Junjie did not show any dissatisfaction, and even childishly blew the bubbles made by the detergent. She was completely relieved.

"Then I'll go check on An An. We'll play for a while longer before An An takes a nap."

"I'm with you."

Zhou Jinfan and Nancy returned to the living room to accompany their daughter Zhou Anan, and soon the house was filled with the cheerful voices of the family of three.

Zhou Junjie heard the sound and turned to look outside.

Looking at the warm and happy atmosphere outside, the hand holding the plate slipped and almost broke it.

The feeling of weightlessness as the plate slipped from his hands startled him, and he subconsciously looked towards the sink.

At this moment, there was only the plate that had just fallen into the sink, so there was no sound.

After washing the dishes, Zhou Junjie opened the cupboard and put the dishes back in place one by one, following the way Zhou Jinfan placed the dishes in his memory.

At night, after Nancy coaxed Zhou Anan to sleep, she glanced at the closed door of the study opposite and reached out to turn off the lights in the living room.

When she returned to the room, Zhou Jinfan had just come out of the bathroom. His strong and muscular body was still steamy, which made Nancy feel itchy.

She walked forward, stretched out her slender, white, soft hand, and slowly placed it on the man's abdominal muscles.

Zhou Jinfan's eyes were filled with emotion, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Nancy, are you going to fulfill your promise?"

"Hmm?" Nancy was stunned for a moment.

She looked up at Zhou Jinfan, and for a moment she couldn't remember what the promise Zhou Jinfan had made was.

Zhou Jinfan's Adam's apple, as sharp as a knife, rolled, and his eyes became deeper.

He threw the towel he had used to wipe his hair aside, clasped his wife's willow-like waist with his big hands, and slowly lowered his head closer. His voice, as pleasant as a cello, seemed to have the power to bewitch people.

"You forgot what I said this morning so quickly?"

Nancy's face flushed red, and she immediately remembered what promise he had made.

However, the pain she mentioned at that time and the pain Jin Fan understood seemed to have different meanings.

She looked at the man's gentle and handsome face, wanting to defend her words and actions, but also looking forward to the man's next step.

Nancy looked at the red corners of the man's eyes, raised the corners of her lips slightly, took the initiative to hook the man's slender neck, and kissed the man's sexy thin lips.

"I haven't forgotten."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Jinfan lowered his head, turned from passive to active, and kissed the red lips that were as red as summer fruits waiting to be picked.

He bent down and hugged Nancy on the bed. When he covered her with his body, he rubbed his ears against Nancy's, his lips close to the little woman's white earlobe, and his voice was hoarse and seductive because of lust.

"Nancy, please be kind to me."