The next morning, Ye Fan, who felt sore all over, got up early and wanted to make breakfast for Song Hongyan.
But when he finished washing and walked out of the room, he found that the dining table had already been set with seven or eight side dishes.
And Song Hongyan was wearing an apron and busy making the rest of the breakfast.
She not only hummed songs, but also spun around in circles from time to time, like a dancing elf.
She was obviously in a very good mood.
Looking at the radiant woman, Ye Fan also smiled and shouted: "Wife."
Song Hongyan smiled sweetly when she saw Ye Fan appear: "Honey, are you awake?"
"Come here for breakfast. I've made some pumpkin porridge for you. It can remove dampness and clear your stomach."
"If you don't like porridge, I'll go downstairs and give it to you."
The woman had lost her resentful look last night and had returned to her gentle, considerate and understanding attitude.
Ye Fan strode over, hugged the woman from behind and said with a smile:
"Honey, after a long night of hard work, why don't you get a little more sleep?"
"Even if you want to make breakfast, I should make it for you."
He lowered his head and sniffed the woman's black hair: "How can I let you get up so early and be so busy?"
These seven or eight side dishes and a pot of porridge can't be cooked in two hours.
"Why do you and I have to be so different?"
Song Hongyan gently stirred the hot porridge and responded gently:
"You flew all the way back to be with me, and even cooked me a candlelight dinner, so that all my efforts and expectations were fulfilled."
"And compared to my fatigue from a day's work, your fatigue from flying thousands of miles on a boat is more harmful to your body."
"You have done so much for me, how can I ask for so much without knowing what is good or bad?"
She smiled understandingly, with a slight curve at the corner of her mouth, obviously very satisfied with Mark's performance last night.
Ye Fan whispered: "She is such a gentle and considerate wife."
Song Hongyan slapped away the fingers that penetrated deeply, and then spoke with a hint of apology:
"Husband, I'm sorry last night. I lost control of my mood and acted willfully."
"I didn't expect you to fly back all the way, and I didn't expect you to remember the day we first met."
"You are working so hard outside, and I am still being pretentious and asking you to work hard. I'm sorry."
She lowered her head slightly. The woman who had regained her composure felt somewhat guilty for her actions last night. This added pressure to Mark.
Ye Fan's eyes filled with pity when he heard this, and his voice came out softly:
"Wife, you just said that there is no need for identity between husband and wife, so you don't need to say sorry at all."
"And when you and I are alone, you don't have to be so understanding."
"Compared with your current gentleness and considerateness, I prefer your willfulness and spontaneity last night."
He smiled: "This allows me to feel your true emotions, and also allows me to better communicate with your soul."
Song Hongyan put down the spoon in her hand, turned around and hugged Ye Fan, raising her pretty face and smiling:
"Of course I want to take off all my armor and be a casual little woman in front of you."
"This way I can stick to you all day long and vent my emotions freely."
"That will be a time of great comfort and joy for me."
"It's just that I am satisfied, but you have to bear all my negative emotions."
"That's not fair to you, and it also affects our relationship. Over time, you will instinctively avoid me when you see me!"
"This is just like what is said on the Internet. Many men who come home from get off work will stay in the car for ten minutes, smoke a cigarette and then go upstairs."
"Why?"
"It's because when I go home, I have to endure all kinds of nagging and accusations from my partner, and I still have to put on a smile to deal with it."
"I don't want you to do this."
"I hope that every time you think of me at home, your heart will be full of joy and your heart will feel like returning home."
"Will Song Hongyan, who loses her temper and shows off her temper at will, make you want to go home?"
"Won't!"
"Only Song Hongyan, who brings you joyful emotions, can make you fly back all the way."
"It's the same as you. You suppressed your negative emotions towards me and only showed me that everything was fine."
Song Hongyan openly confessed her feelings: "So I don't want you to bear the bad things alone."
For Song Hongyan, who has been working hard in the world for a long time, a little trouble is better than a newlywed, but making trouble every day is the same as committing suicide.
Ye Fan was slightly moved when he heard this: "What a good wife."
Song Hongyan smiled sweetly, and then became serious again:
"Of course a good husband must have a good wife."
"But although I won't vent my negative emotions wantonly, I still probably have to be willful a few times a year to relieve stress."
The woman smiled: "When the time comes, don't think that I'm pretentious or that I'm ignorant."
Ye Fan hugged the woman: "I want my wife to be pretentious for the rest of my life."
The woman he loves always thinks of him, so what does it matter if he occasionally suffers her willfulness?
The relationship between the two further sublimated, making Ye Fan tender for a full ten minutes.
While eating, Ye Fan took out his cell phone to check the news about Pakistan.
Song Hongyan smiled and pressed Ye Fan's phone:
"No need to read it, I went through the briefing while I was cooking."
"Yesterday, Zha Long promised the king to give the Iron Lady a chance to find out the real murderer and explain herself."
"But actually deploying troops and generals."
"Not only did he transfer all the 8,000 elite troops outside the city into the capital, he also transferred 30,000 soldiers from outside the country to suppress the capital theater."
"Just last night, the king who could intimidate Zhalong suddenly suffered a stroke and fell into coma."
"So Zhalong, who had been in a stalemate at the gate of the royal city for a day, forced his way through the Xuanwu Gate and entered the inner city under the guise that the king was being plotted against."
"At six o'clock this morning, Zhalong took control of the entire royal city."
"The Iron Lady and her gang were desperate and could not break out of the encirclement, so they had to hide in the Wangling Church to survive."
"If it weren't for the dozens of ancestors buried in the Royal Tomb Church and the advice of more than a dozen princes and ministers, Zalong would probably have destroyed the cathedral."
"Zha Long gave the Iron Lady a piece of white cloth and asked her to hang herself within twenty-four hours, which was considered as giving her the last dignity."
"Otherwise, he would rush in, pull her out, and cut her into pieces to avenge his son and the king."
Song Hongyan told Ye Fan the latest battle report, and then placed the hot porridge in front of him.
Ye Fan was slightly startled: "Iron Lady was defeated so quickly? I thought she could withstand Zha Long's revenge."
Although he expected that after the battle in the Three Kingdoms Experimental Building, Zha Long would take revenge on the Iron Lady at all costs, he did not expect that he would advance so quickly.
Song Hongyan picked up a fried egg and put it into Ye Fan's bowl, then took over the topic with a smile:
"Originally, Zha Long would not have dared to attack the palace under the suppression of the king. That way, the Iron Lady would have enough time to deploy and respond."
"It is said that the Iron Lady has asked the three war zones commanded by her mother-in-law to send troops to rescue her."
"If we hold on for another three days, all the three hundred thousand people from the three war zones will arrive in the capital."
"Unexpectedly, the king suddenly suffered a stroke and fell into coma."
"This not only caused Zha Long to lose checks and balances, but also caused the Iron Lady to lose time."
"The gang members and chess pieces outside the Iron Lady's womb were also eliminated one by one by the stunning elite on the way."
"Iron Lady only has the Night Walker Hundred Ghosts and other masters in the palace to hold the battle."
"It's okay for these shady masters to carry out attacks and assassinations, but it's still not enough to face eight thousand elite soldiers with spears and chariots."
Song Hongyan said softly: "So if Zha Long is pushed horizontally, the royal city will also change hands."
Ye Fan smiled playfully: "It's really the right time for the king to have a stroke."
Song Hongyan understood what Ye Fan meant and said with a smile:
"Benara obtained a photo of the king through the Security Agency chess piece."
"She judged that the king was poisoned."
She thought thoughtfully: "I guess it was someone from Hua Nongying who did it."
Ye Fan thought of the woman who crossed the river and demolished the bridge and murmured: "This woman's chess pieces are really all-pervasive."
Song Hongyan asked: "Husband, what are you going to do next? Do you want Benara and the others to intervene?"
"Let them stay still for now."
Ye Fan raised his head slightly: "Now the fight between Zha Long and Iron Lady is heating up. Whoever gets involved will be bruised."
"There are so many forces and so many soldiers, it's too dangerous and cruel."
"Let Benara and the others wait patiently."
Ye Fan made a decision: "At least wait until Iron Lady or Zha Long is dead before cleaning up the mess."
Song Hongyan smiled and said: "Benara loves the country of Pakistan and is worried that the death of the king and the unrest in the royal family will cause chaos in the country of Pakistan."
"You can reassure her that whether the king dies or not, there will be no chaos in the country of Pakistan."
Ye Fan smiled playfully: "Don't forget, we still have a batch of important chips in hand."
Song Hongyan was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up: "Princess Tana and other top ten tulips are imprisoned?"
