Murong Yuan pursed his lips tightly, and the father and son looked at each other in silence, with the same face shape and the same expression.
Yinzai squatted down and faced him face to face, "Are you hungry? Dad will cook for you."
"I'm not familiar with you, and my mother taught me not to talk to strangers." Murong Yuan walked past him indifferently, walked into the room, moved a chair, and sat in front of Murong Rong's bed, looking at her sleeping face.
Yinzai stood by the door, looking at the large and small children in the room. The fragility and tenacity of relying on each other made him unable to calm down.
After throwing the quilt and clothes into the washing machine, Yin Zai walked to the kitchen after washing them.
I opened the refrigerator and took out some food.
He put on an apron, cooked rice, and cooked.
After a while, several side dishes were prepared.
He returned upstairs, and Murong Yuan was still sitting there, holding Murong Rong's hand, waiting eagerly for her to wake up.
Yinzai walked over and said, "Yuan'er..."
It was Yuan'er, he remembered that Rong Rong had just called him that.
Yinzai felt sad, his son was so old and he didn't even know his name.
He missed a lot about their mother and son, and also lost a lot.
As a man, he can no longer let his women and children suffer. As a man, he must shoulder the responsibility of being a man.
"Yuan'er, the meal is ready. Let's go down and eat. Your mother won't wake up so soon. Don't hinder her from resting." Yinzai spoke to his son carefully in the gentlest tone possible.
Murong Yuan sat there silently, still deeply guarded and vigilant towards Yin Zai.
Yinzai sighed secretly: "If you don't eat, your mother will be worried when she wakes up. You don't want to make your mother sad, right?"
Murong Yuan then turned his head, looked at him, and asked gently: "Mom's injury will heal soon, right?"
Yinzai looked at him blankly. Did his son's words mean that she was often injured, and he often stood aside, helpless and afraid?
His heart was full of pain, and he couldn't help but hold his son in his arms and comfort him with certainty: "Of course, I will definitely make her get better. You have to believe Dad."
Murong Yuan pushed him away, his expression once again defensive and hostile, "You are not my father!"
Yinzai shook his head secretly. It seemed that in order to conquer the small ones, he had to deal with the big ones first.
A sunny day is a day suitable for basking in the sun.
Murong Rong made soup in the kitchen, walked to the back garden, squinted, and looked at Yin Zai, who was sweating profusely and mowing the lawn in the sun.
"Hey, there's no need to repair it. Just ask the gardener to do it."
"almost done."
After turning off the lawnmower and putting it aside, Yinzai walked over. Under the sun, the corners of his lips raised, and he walked towards her with a smile. The surrounding air radiated a radiance hotter than the sun.
"What are you cooking? I can smell an aroma from a distance."
Unknowingly, he walked in front of her, and Murong Rong realized that she was looking at him in a daze. "I made some bone soup, Yuan'er is growing, give him some calcium..."
"What about me? Do you need to give me something to make up for?" He held her slender waist, his mellow voice filled with magnetic sexiness.
I don't know whether it was because the sun was too hot or because he was too close, but Murong Rong's face felt a little hot, and his heart was beating hard. He took his hand away and said with a straight face: "The smell of sweat is killing me.
Why don't you go take a shower."
Yinzai kissed her gently on the forehead, then put her down and went upstairs to change clothes.
Looking at his tall back going up the stairs, Murong Rong was stunned for a while.
Go back to the kitchen and prepare the dishes for dinner.
After Yinzai took a bath, he changed into casual clothes.
When he walked to the kitchen, he saw the busy petite figure, and he smiled slightly. He walked over, hugged her waist from behind, and whispered in her ear: "Honey, what are you having for dinner?"
My ears are a little itchy, Murong's head is on the side, and there is a pleasant bath aroma in her nose.
"Who is your wife?" Murong Rong raised his head. It was undeniable that when he called her, some sweet feelings surged through his heart.
But in a blink of an eye, she thought that in reality, there were too many barriers between their identities, and she did not dare to think about those distant happiness.
In fact, it's good that he is by her side now.
"I'm in a daze again." He curled his fingers and scratched her face, recalling her wandering thoughts. "I always think about things that I should not think about, and think about a lot of things that I shouldn't."
Yinzai took over the work she was doing, took off her apron and tied it around himself, "Your injuries are not fully healed yet. Just rest aside and I'll do it."