"Honey, let's start over." He whispered, and his magnetic voice was like the soft branches and leaves of a willow, gently brushing through Qingtian's heart. She even suspected that she had heard wrong, and turned over to look at him in confusion.
, what happened to him today?
"Are you telling the truth?"
Her voice was a little choked.
Qingcai discovered that subconsciously she still hoped that this marriage would not end here.
Ye Yisheng nodded and pulled her into his arms, "Don't talk about divorce again. Divorce is not a child's play. Don't say it easily. Besides, we just got married."
Qingtian looked at him and wanted to ask him, where is that woman outside?
Is he going to completely break up with the woman outside, or is the red flag at home still fluttering outside?
She nestled in his arms, listening to his regular heartbeat, but she couldn't guess what he was really thinking.
Rather than being unable to guess, why not guess and just pretend not to know anything? This may be a way to maintain happiness, because sometimes the truth is often too cruel.
That night, she slept in his arms, sleeping particularly sweetly.
The day she was discharged from the hospital happened to be a rest day, so she bought a lot of vegetables on a sunny day. Although she was not good at cooking, she was still busy in front of the counter like a hard-working bee.
When Ye Yisheng went downstairs, he saw her dark hair tied up casually, with some hair hanging down. There was a kind of comfortable beauty in the mess, and she was wearing a dark green waist skirt today, which made her waist look particularly graceful. He
He walked over to her, hugged her waist from behind, and rested his chin on her thin shoulder, "What are you cooking?"
Qingtian was startled at first, and then smiled slightly, "Didn't you always want to eat what I cooked when you were in the hospital? I signed up for a cooking class during this time and learned a little. I will show you my skills in a while. You can give me a call."
points."
She said with a smile on her brows. Ye Yisheng looked at her hands and noticed that there were several cuts on her plain white fingers, all of which were cut by knives.
He grabbed her wrist and said, "What's going on?"
Qingtian quickly withdrew her hand, not daring to look into his eyes, "It's okay, I scratched it accidentally."
"Are you careless so many times?"
When she first married him, he once held her hand and praised her sincerely for how beautiful her hands were. With her plain white and green fingers, she looked like a rich young lady. She had never done anything with her own hands.
However, at this moment, her hands were full of wounds.
Qingtian put his hands behind his back and said, "I only got injured when I was learning cooking skills."
"Why study?"
He does not want his wife to come from a famous chef class.
Qingtian lowered his head, like a child who has done something wrong, "The food I cook is not delicious. In the past, you didn't even want to look at it every time. Yi Sheng, you said you wanted to eat the food I cooked. I hope I can do it."
A qualified wife can cook good food for you."
When she spoke, her eyes were full of smiles, as if the wound on her hand didn't hurt at all.
But the smile on her face hurt Ye Yisheng's heart.