Opening the door, she poked her head out first. When she saw Qin Ningrui squatting on the ground picking up broken plates, she shouted in surprise: "Ning Rui?"
She didn't need to think about it to know that what woke her up was the sound of a plate falling to the floor and breaking.
Mu Mu stepped out and walked in the direction of Qin Nigrui.
When Qin Ningrui heard Mu Mu calling him, he raised his head with a gentle smile on his face, "Did I wake you up?"
The tone is gentle.
Mu Mu shook his head, stopped in front of Qin Ningrui, and asked doubtfully: "When did you come back?"
After asking her, she looked at the ground. Edamame rice was spilled all over the floor, mixed with broken bowl pieces.
Ning Rui is wearing a green shirt and an apron. He is cooking.
Mu Mu then smelled the food floating out of the kitchen and wanted to ask. She turned her head and glanced inside. The gas stove was still on, so some kind of soup should be simmering.
"I just came back for a while." Qin Nigrui replied calmly, lowering his head and continuing to pick up the broken bowls on the ground.
Mu Mu felt something was wrong with him, so he knelt down and asked concernedly, "Brother Qin, what's wrong with you?"
Why isn't he looking at her? Why is he hiding his eyes?
Qin Ningrui shook his head, "It's nothing. My hand slipped just now and I accidentally dropped it on the ground."
"Uh." Since he didn't want to say it, forget it. Mu Mu curled his lips and stopped asking, "Let's pick it up together."
As she spoke, she reached out to pick up a small fragment in front of her.
Qin Ningrui hurriedly stopped her, "No, go and have a rest. Be careful of cutting your hands."
He also put down the fragments he had just picked up, and pulled Mu Mu to stand up.
Hey, he was always like this, not letting her do anything. He was already tired enough in the army, but he still cooked for her when he came back. How could she feel bad about it?
Mu Mu frowned and protested: "I don't have a job now. You don't even let me do the job of a housewife. Are you going to give me a way to live?"
As she said this, she stretched out her hand to grab the apron on Ning Rui's body. It was her small floral apron, which they bought in the supermarket together.
She didn't wear it a few times because she had no chance to wear it.
Qin Ningrui smiled, pointed to the simmering pot on the gas stove in the kitchen, and said to Mu Mu: "Go and help me see if I need to add some water."
"Okay." Mu Mu nodded and raised his feet to walk to the kitchen.
Suddenly, Qin Ningrui hugged her from behind and said, "Mu Mu."
Mu Mu was slightly stunned. She looked down at Qin Ningrui's hands lying on her bulging belly, and her heartbeat became a little messy.
What's up with him?
"Mu Mu, I love you." Qin Ningrui gently placed her chin on Mu Mu's shoulder and whispered softly, "I love you."
He loves her, I don’t know when...
When we were together, we didn't feel how deep the love was. Only after we separated did we realize that the love was deep.
Such Ning Rui made her feel inexplicably distressed. Mu Mu raised his hand and slowly covered Qin Ningrui's hand holding her lower abdomen, "Brother Qin, what's wrong with you?"
His hands were so cold that she couldn't help but try hard to warm him up.
Qin Ningrui said: "It's great to see you still at home when I come back."
He came back here three or four times in the past two years. Now he looked forward to Monday and Friday, and couldn't wait to step into the house. When he saw her lying on the sofa like a lazy cat, he felt very warm.
Without her, warmth has nothing to do with him.
Apart from her, what do those people have to do with him?
Hearing this, Mu Mu's eyes heated up, and her black eyes were immediately covered with a layer of transparent liquid. She bit her lip, choked and speechless, and held his hand tightly with both hands.
