Put him on the sofa, then pick up a Rubik's cube and put it into his hand and let him play with it.
Dongfang Buhui pursed his lips and looked at him depressedly. As long as they were together, they would completely ignore him.
Have they ever thought about his feelings? Obviously, they have not. Look, they immediately started eating together lovingly. He clearly remembered that his mother had already eaten when she went out.
Dongfang twisted the more difficult version of the Rubik's Cube without regret.
On the coffee table on the other side.
Xiahou Huan'er thoughtfully poured a bowl of soup and brought it to Dongfang Xing with a virtuous smile on her face.
"Husband, I stewed this soup. It's very tonic for men. Drink more of it."
Dongfang Xing took the bowl. The soup was still smoking and hot. In this cold weather, it was really touching to be able to drink a bowl of hot soup.
Dongfang Xing looked at her deeply, said nothing, drank it all in one gulp, and suddenly felt warm all over his body.
"Does it taste good?" Xiahou Huan'er put her hand on her chin and looked at him, asking expectantly.
Dongfang Xing stretched the bowl forward, raised the corners of his lips with a faint smile and said, "Give me another bowl."
A smile suddenly broke out on Xiahou Huan'er's face. She immediately poured him another bowl and watched him drink it, feeling full of joy and sweetness in her heart.
She waited for him to finish the soup, then served him rice and vegetables, just like a virtuous and virtuous little wife.
Dongfang Xing felt an indescribable satisfaction in his heart. He had experienced too much, and now this ordinary life was what he wanted most.
Dongfang Buhui sat on the sofa, breaking the Rubik's Cube bitterly, staring at them angrily, ignoring him, just ignore him.
No matter how resentful his eyes were, they couldn't attract their attention at all.
Dongfang Xing takes a bite by himself, and then feeds his little wife a bite. The sweet scene makes others sick to death.
Xiahou Huan'er leaned on his arm and casually talked about what happened just now: "Husband, I just met Yingluo at the gate."
"Who?" Dongfang Xing asked without any impression.
The corner of Xiahou Huan'er's mouth couldn't help but twitch. Was there any mistake? He actually didn't remember Yingluo. She said angrily: "The perfect destined lover."
"Oh." Dongfang Xing seemed to have remembered it and responded with half interest. He had never been concerned about other women.
"She worked as a waitress in a hot pot restaurant before. We have met several times." Xiahou Huan'er reminded him again.
"Yeah." He responded even colder this time. Other women have nothing to do with him.
Xia Houhuan'er grabbed the chopsticks, poked the plate gently, and said with shining eyes: "Do you remember? In the twenty-sixth century, there was an old lover that I couldn't forget, and it was her. But it's a pity.
She was gone by then."
Dongfang Xing hummed slightly, indicating that he was listening to her.
"This time, they can meet in this century. This is their destiny. I think they should be together. What do you think?" Xiahou Huan'er asked.
Dongfang Xing put down his chopsticks, took the napkin she handed him, wiped the corners of his mouth, frowned and said, "I didn't see any signs of emotion in Quanbupo."
Xiahou Huan'er immediately disagreed and said, "You are wrong. I just met Yingluo and I definitely asked her to come back and be his assistant."
Hearing this, Dongfang Xing had a look of surprise on his face: "Do you want her to come to work in the military area?"
